Tuesday, October 13, 2009


Two men once came to a Mahatma named Shibli for initiation. The saint saw that one was deserving and the other was not. He therefore told them to come to him separately, since each would have to be dealt with differently.

When the first one came, the swami asked him to recite a verse in praise of God. "What would you like me to say?" asked the man. "God is One; there is none except Him; and Shibli is His prophet" said Shibli.

"O God, save me from this!" shouted the man. "Why do you speak like this? What do you mean? Are you out of your mind?" The saint said, "Please, friend, why do you speak like this?"

Without hesitation, the man said, "Why, it is perfectly plain to see. What are you? Nothing but a common sadhu. There are hundreds like you, without any particular greatness. Yet you claim to be a holy prophet of God Himself. And now, you imposture, why did you utter such words?" demanded the man.

"I uttered them because I was almost on the point of giving away a priceless gift to an undeserving person. My friend, you should not have come to me. It would be better if you would go to some priest in a temple," said the saint with great kindness.

When the second man came, Shibli asked him to repeat the same verse. "O, what a great pity! If you are only a prophet, then I have no need of you," said the man. "What was it then, that you were seeking, brother?" asked the saint. "Why, I was looking for one who is one with God. I have been told that such God-men exist and that they can teach their disciples how to become one with God. I heard that you were one such man, but now it turns out that you are only a prophet."

Sadly, the man turned to go. Shibli then touched him on the shoulder and the man experienced a deep ecstacy. Shibli said to him,"Brother, you are the deserving one for initiation. Have no doubts; I will initiate you into the mysteries of God." Only the Guru who is one with God deserves to be called a Guru and only such a one can take us to Him.

Monday, October 12, 2009


Noticing that his father was growing old, the son of a burglar said, "Father, teach me your trade so that when you retire I may carry on the family tradition."

The father did not reply but that night he took the boy along with him to break into a house. Once inside, he opened a closet and asked his son to find out what was inside. No sooner had the lad stepped in then the father slammed the door shut and bolted it making such a noise in the process that the whole house was awakened. Then he himself slipped quietly away.

Inside the closet the boy was terrified, angry and puzzled as to how he was going to make his escape. Then an idea came to him. He began to make a noise like a cat; whereupon a servant lit a candle and opened the closet to let the cat out. The boy jumped out as soon as the closet door opened and everyone gave chase. Observing a well beside the road he threw a large stone into it and hid in the shadows; then stole away while his pursuers peered into the depths hoping to see the burglar drown.

Back home again the boy forgot his anger in his eagerness to tell his story. But his father said. "Why tell me the tale? You are here. That is enough. You have learnt the trade."

Saturday, October 10, 2009


Bhai Gurudas was the uncle and devoted disciple of the Sikh Guru Arjan. At one time he composed the following couplets and read them to the Guru: If a mother is impious, it is not for her son to punish her;If a cow swallows a diamond, her stomach should not be cut open; If a husband is unfaithful, the wife should never imitate him or lose her chastity; If a high caste lady takes to wine, people should not take it ill; If the Guru test his disciple, the disciple's faith should not waver.

Guru Arjan listened attentively as Gurudas read. When he finished, the Guru thought, "All these things are easier said than done. Let me test his faith." Turning to Gurudas, he said, "Uncle, I have to buy some horses at Kabul. Will you be able to do this for me?" "Why not? Certainly," replied Gurudas.

Accordingly, the Guru filled several bags with gold sovereigns. Gurudas counted them, and then sealed the bags and put them into strong wooden boxes. These were loaded onto the backs of mules and he along with a number of disciples started out on the long and arduous journey to Kabul from Lahore where the Guru was residing. In due course, after passing through the Khyber Pass, they reached Kabul amoung the mountains of Hindu Kush.

In the great horse market of this ancient city, Gurudas bargained with the horse traders and finally purchased the best horses that he could find. These were taken by the other disciples who were to take them slowly to Lahore. Meanwhile, Gurudas asked the horse traders to come to his tent to be paid. Leaving them outside, he entered the tent to get the gold.

Opening a few of the boxes, he took out the needed bags but felt that something was wrong. He opened all of the bags and to his horror he found that every one of them was filled with pebbles instead of gold. He was now beside himself with fear, for he knew the savage nature of the horse dealers.

"There they are waiting outside the tent for me to pay them, and if I don't, they will cut me to pieces," he thought. He taxed his brain and finally decided that the only that he might escape was to cut the back of the tent and escape through the hole. He did not even pray to his Guru for help, so full of terror was he. Jumping through the hole, he escaped and ran away at full speed. Ashamed to face his Guru, he passed through Lahore and made his way all the way to Kashi, hundreds of miles to the east.

Meanwhile, the other members of his party entered his tent to find out why he was delaying in paying the horse dealers. There they found all of the boxes open and filled with gold, but there was no sign of Gurudas. They also saw the hole in the back of the tent. They then paid the horse traders and made their way back to Lahore where they told Guru Arjan about all that had happened. After Gurudas had settled down in Kashi, he started to expound the great truths of the scriptures in public places and soon attracted a large crowd. Finally, even the Governor of Kashi also came to hear and admire his beautiful discourses.

After a few months, Guru Arjan sent a letter to the Governor of Kashi in which he wrote, "There is a thief of mine in Kashi and I am writing to ask you kindly to take him prisoner, tie his hands and send him to me. You will not have to search hard for this thief. The mere reading of this letter in places of public assembly and religious discourses will find him, for the thief will himself speak out upon hearing the letter read."

In due course, the letter was read where Gurudas was giving a discourse to a large crowd of people. But the moment he heard the letter, he stood up and said, "I am the Guru's thief." His listeners were stunned. "You could never be a thief, for you are a holy man. The thief must be someone else," they said. But Gurudas insisted, "No, it is I who am the thief. there is no doubt about it. Please tie my hands so that I do not escape."

No one came forward to do so, for it was unthinkable to tie up a holy man like a common robber. So Gurudas unbound his turban and cutting it in two, he tied his own hands with it. Tied like this, he then happily made his way to Lahore.

When he finally reached there and stood before the Guru, the Guru said, "Brother, please repeat those couplets you read to me just before I asked you to go to Kabul."
But Gurudas, having been tested and put through some bitter experiences to try his love and faith, fell at the Guru's feet and exclaimed,

"If a mother gives poison to her son, who is it that will save him?
If the watchman breaks into the house,Who can protect it?

If a guide misleads the traveller, Who can set him on the right path? If the fence starts to eat the crop, who can save it? Even so, if the Guru tests the disciples, Who can help them to remain steadfast?" Only the Satguru, through his spiritual power and grace, can keep the disciple steadfast and filled with devotion under trying circumstances.

Thursday, October 08, 2009


Bhai Manjh was a wealthy landlord who owned a whole village. His form of devotion was to worship the tomb of a holy man named Sakhi Sarwar. But one day he heard the Sikh Guru Arjan during a satsang which made such a profound impression on him that he decided to seek initiation from the Guru.

Guru Arjan was an omniscient being yet he asked him whom he was following at present, to which he replied the name of the deceased saint. "I will grant you initiation after you have gone back to your house and dismantled your puja room," said the Guru. Manjh ran to his house as fast as he could and tore down every brick of the room. A number of people who had gathered to watch him solemnly warned him, "Bhai, you will have to pay very heavily for the desecration of this holy room. We would not like to be in your shoes."

Manjh boldly replied, "I have done it willingly and am ready to suffer any and all consequences." When he returned to the Guru, the Master bestowed initiation on him.

But it was destined that he should be put to still further tests. Soon his horse died, then some of his bullocks. Thieves took some of his possessions. Then the people began to taunt him, saying, "This is the result of the disrespect shown to Sakhi Sarwar. You should go and rebuild the temple in your home." But none of this bothered Manjh. He said, "I do not care what happens. My Guru is all-knowing and he knows what is best. Of that, nothing can shake my belief." But one misfortune then followed another, and before long he was not only destitute, but owed money to many people. All of them demanded immediate repayment saying, "Either pay us or leave the village immediately." Many of his friends pleaded with him saying, "If you would only rebuild the temple, things would be sure to take a turn for the better." But Manjh remained adamant and preferred to leave the village. So he
and his wife and daughter packed up their few remaining belongings and found shelter in another village. As he had been a rich landlord, he had
never had to learn a trade. But it was now necessary for him to earn some money, so he began to make his livelihood by cutting and selling

Several months went by in this way, when
one day Guru Arjan sent Manjh a letter which was
delivered by one of his disciples. To the disciple,
the Guru said, "Please be sure to demand twenty
rupees as an offering before you give Bhai Manjh
the letter. If he does not pay you, bring back the
letter." Manjh was delighted to see the letter, but
he had no money to pay the fee. He asked his wife
what to do and she said, "I will take my ornaments
and those of my daughter and sell them to the
goldsmith." The goldsmith offered them exactly
twenty rupees which was given to the disciple.
Manjh received the letter, kissed it and held it to
his heart. At that moment he went into samadhi.
But the Guru wished to test him still further,
and so he told one of his disciples, "Ask Bhai
Manjh to come to my ashram.

" Manjh and his family ran to the Guru's ashram and settled down there. They went to work in the kitchen cleaning vessels and cutting firewood. After a few days, the Guru asked, "Where does Bhai Manjh take his food?" "He eats with all the rest of us, getting his food from the free kitchen," replied one of the disciples. "It seems to me," said the Guru, "that he
is not doing real service, for then he would expect
nothing in return for his work. He is charging us
for his wages, which he takes in the form of food."
When Manjh heard this from his wife, he
said, "I want nothing in return for service to the
beloved Guru, who has given me the priceless gem
of my mantra. We will get our food by some other
means." So from that day onwards, he went to the
forest each night to cut wood and sold it in the
bazaar and used the proceeds to buy food. During
the daytime, he and his wife continued to work in
the kitchen.

Some time later, Manjh had gone to the forest to cut wood when there was a great wind storm. The wind was so fierce that it blew him and his bundle of wood into a well. The Guru was aware of everything and called some of his
disciples and told them to get a board and some rope and follow him to the forest.

When they reached the forest, the Guru said, "Bai Manjh is at the bottom of this well. Shout down to him and tell him that we will lower a  board tied to a rope. Tell him to cling to the board and we will put him out." He also added some words privately to one disciple, the one who was to call into the well. After shouting into the well, the disciple
added, "Brother, see the wretched condition you are in. And it is all due to the way the Guru has treated you. Why don't you forget a Guru who does such things?" "What? Forget the beloved Guru? Never!" shouted Bhai Manjh. "And as for you, ungrateful one, please never again speak so disrespectfully of the Guru in my presence. It
makes me suffer agony to hear such shameful words."
Manjh was then asked to catch hold of the board but he insisted that the wood be pulled out of the well first. "It is for the Guru's kitchen and I
am afraid that it will get wet and not burn," he said.
Finally he came out of the well and came face to face with the Satguru who said to him, "Brother, you have gone through many trials and have met all of them with courage, faith and devotion to the Satguru. Please ask for some gift  or boon. You have earned it and it would make me very happy to give it to you." At this, Bhai Manjh fell on his knees before his beloved Master and with tears streaming down
his cheeks, he exclaimed, "What boon could I wish for but you alone? Nothing else could ever be of
any interest to me." 
Upon hearing these words spoken from his heart, the Guru embraced Bhai Manjh and said, "Manjh is the darling of his Guru, And Guru is Manjh's only love. Manjh now, like the Guru, Is a ship that  carries people safely across The ocean of life and death."

Kabir prayed, "Give me the gift of devotion, O my Guru. Nothing else do I desire except Thy service day and night."
"If ye love me and keep my commandments, then are ye my disciples indeed," said the Christ.

Tuesday, October 06, 2009


Giri was a humble and devoted disciple of Sankaracharya. One day he was  washing the sage's clothes when the scriptural class began. The other students made fun of him in front of the Acharya.

Sankara felt compassionate towards Giri and wanted to teach a lesson to the proud students. Even as Giri was washing the clothes, the knowledge of all the scriptures spontaneously flashed on his mind due to the special transmission of Grace by his Guru. He came running to the class reciting beautiful Sanskrit verses composed extemporaneously in the difficult totaka metre. The other students were humbled. Giri was later given the name Totakacharya.

Monday, October 05, 2009


One day Govinda Singh asked his teacher Guru Nanak about the importance of the Guru. "The better you become as a disciple, the better you will understand about the Guru," replied Nanak.
He then gave a jewel to him and asked him to take it to the market to get it priced by various people and
then bring it back.
A flower seller offered Govinda one rupee; a fruit vendor offered him three apples; a petty goldsmith offered him a hundred rupees while another jeweller offered him a thousand rupees.
One of the best jewellers offered him twenty-thousand rupees while the best jeweller in the town told him, "This is invaluable. Don't sell it for any amount."

What you can do today

If you had made the Kheer & placed in the moonlight, you can now eat it. It'll keep u away from all diseases for coming one year.

Sunday, October 04, 2009

Urgent to do today night

Make kheer (paysam) today night. Keep it under the sky on wood so the Moon's rays fall directly on it. Eat in the morning. If possible don't sleep today night. You might get the glimpses of Goddess Durga if you wake up for whole night and chant this mantra " Shreem". Continuously.

Recipe: Sweet Rice Pudding (Why I m telling you this today on Sharad Purnima?)

The term Kheer (used in Northern India, Pakistan and Nepal) is derived from Sanskrit. Both the terms Kheer (used in Northern India, Pakistan and Nepal) and Payasam (used in Southern India) are derived from the Sanskrit words Ksheer (which means milk) and Peeyusham (which means nectar) respectively.

It is an essential dish in many Hindu and Muslim feasts and celebrations. While the dish is most often made with rice, it can also be made with other ingredients such as vermicelli (sayviah).


    * ½ cup basmati or long-grain rice
    * 4 cups milk
    * ¼ cup raisins
    * 1 cup sugar
    * 1 teaspoon cardamom seeds
    * ¼ cup almonds, slivered


   1. Wash the rice and soak in water for 30 minutes. Drain well.
   2. Boil the milk in a large pan. Lower the heat and add the rice and cardamom seeds.
   3. Simmer on low heat until mixture thickens to a pudding-like consistency, about 1½ to 2 hours.
   4. Stir every 5 to 10 minutes to prevent mixture from sticking to sides and bottom.
   5. When the mixture has thickened, remove from the heat. Let cool about 25 minutes, and then add the sugar and stir well.
   6. Add the raisins and almonds. Serve hot or cold.

Serves 4 to 6.


Namdev had been having the vision of the Lord at Pandharpur since his childhood and therefore had a bit of self-pride that he was something special. The Lord decided that it was necessary for Namdev to have a Guru.

A feast for the saints was arranged at the village of the potter-saint Gora, whereat the saints were each tested by Gora the potter. Jnaneswar asked Gora to test each of the 'pots' to see which ones were fully baked in the
Knowledge of Brahman. They were asked to sit in a line while Gora hit each one of them on the head
with a stick. All of them humbly submitted to this, but Namdev refused to be hit. All the saints laughed at him, calling him 'half-baked.'

He went running to the Lord who comforted him and told him that unless he attained Enlightenment, he would not understand the significance of the saints' actions. For that purpose, He asked Namdev to go to Vishoba Kechara who was staying in a Shiva temple on the outskirts of some village.

Reaching there, he entered the temple and saw an old man lying down with his feet resting on the Shiva Lingam. Indignant at this sacrilege, Namdev clapped his hands to wake up the old man. Waking with a start, the old man saw Namdev and said, "Oh, you are that Namdev who Vittal has sent, aren't you?" Namdev was shocked and thought that this man must be a great being.

He said, "You seem to be a great man, but why are you resting your feet on the Lingam?" "Oh, are they on the Lingam? Please remove them for me. I am very tired," said the saint. Namdev lifted the old man's legs and placed them in various spots, but wherever he put them, a Shiva Lingam appeared on the spot. Finally, he put them in his own lap and himself attained the State of Shiva.

Please note that it was only after he surrendered himself to the Guru and touched his feet did Enlightenment come to him. Now Vishoba Kechara asked him to go. He returned to his village and spent most of his time in his house. Noticing that Namdev was not coming to the temple anymore, Vittal went to his house and
enquired why. "You cannot fool me anymore, O Lord. Where is it that You are not? And can I exist
in any way apart from You?" It was to learn this lesson that the Lord sent him to a Guru.

Urgent to do

While sun rise, offer water mixed with rice, flower and kumkum. Suryodya ke smy jal mein Aksht pushp kumkum Dalkr Ugate Surj ko ardhya Dein.

Saturday, October 03, 2009


Some devotees came to Kabir one day and asked him, "Who is a true disciple?" Kabir called his son and foremost disciple, Kamal. "I have dropped my spindle while weaving. Bring me a lamp so that I can find it."

It was broad daylight yet Kamal brought a lamp without questioning.

"Kamal, today many devotees will be coming here for lunch. Please prepare some sweets and add a handful of salt to them," said Kabir. Kamal obeyed implicitly. Turning to the devotees, Kabir said, "Don't you think that Kamal knew that my commands were ridiculous? But the moment you begin to obey the Guru's command without question, that moment meditation comes to you spontaneously and the Lord grants His darshan."

Tantra Mantra Yoga Indian Guru: What mantra you can do today

Tantra Mantra Yoga Indian Guru: What mantra you can do today

What mantra you can do today

Chant 21 times before going ot of the home "OM hraanm hreenm hruunm Namah"

Friday, October 02, 2009


Gauba was an illiterate and voracious boy who loved a kind of sweet called puranpoli. He used to nag his poor, widowed mother for the sweets all of the time. Finally, out of disgust and desperation,she took him to the house of the great saint Eknath and requested him to look after the boy and told him about the boy's craziness for puranpolis. Eknath saw some dorment spirituality in the boy and accepted him as a disciple. In
Eknath's house he was able to get puranpolis everyday and therefore was given the name Puranpolya.

He became extremely devoted to Eknath and served and worshipped him at all times.Eknath had been writing a commentary on the Ramayana called the Bhavartha Ramayana.Now he knew that the time for his departure from this world had arrived, but he had still not finished the book. Touching Puranpolya's head, Eknath transmitted his spiritual power to him. After Eknath's departure, Puranpolya completed the commentary and his verses were virtually indistinguishable from those written by his Guru.

Thursday, October 01, 2009

What you can do today

Offer a white Lotus 4 ur Isht Dev or Devi or to Lord Shiva or to Lord Vishnu.


Dronacharya refused to instruct Ekalavya in the science of archery on the grounds that the boy did not belong to the warrior (kshatriya) caste; he was a tribal boy from the forest. Ekalavya went back to his village, made a clay image of Drona and worshipped it with such concentration and dedication that he was able to imbibe all of Drona's skills and teachings, even the most secret.

One day a dog ran through the ashram of Drona with arrows shot between its teeth but the dog was not hurt or wounded. This wonder was seen by everyone. Drona asked who had done it. Only an expert like himself could have done so. Everyone searched the area for the master archer and finally came across Ekalavya.

"Where did you learn such skillful archery?" asked Drona.
Ekalavya showed Drona the clay image that he had been worshipping.
"Though you rejected me, I did not reject you and have learned by your grace," replied Ekalavya.