The purpose of starting this Titbits is - *storytelling*
Neither those old spiritual stories which are mentioned in books or via shrutis as they are available on net, nor the stories re-told in some new wrapper ,based on same type of ethereal vibrations .
These are few stories untold, with variety. Story of a sapling watered by joy together with few lessons frm that called #life.
Few seems beautiful, few are painful, few hv came out of fear, few are celebrations of simple joy and love.
When i was in school , One of my uncle has brought a book fr us frm d bookfair. *One Thousand and One Arabya Rajani*. We ,all the children of our old house were pets of our seniors. Nurtured by their unconditional love. There was no 'my mother/ your mother' concept, all paternal aunts were as loving as our own mother and so were our uncles, just like our father. So this uncle came back home one day with...
" brought a book frm the bookfair today fr children.' Arabya Rajani '. during holidays they can read" - said he to my father holding that book in his hand. I was sitting nearby and i got to see only the cover of book. It was voluminous. How colourful !! My heart was dancing .... We hav already read the *Chotoder Arabya rajani* stories fr children. But our that book was not such BIG..... WOW....it might contain more stories, i thought. Day after tomorrow is the weekend and i shall finish my reading of this book too :-) But few minutes after my father, having glances of few pages said loudly to my uncle who was in the next room "Eta tui ki niye esechish !! E to bododer boi" ( what book hav yu bought by mistake, its fr grown up ppl n not meant fr children !! ).... N uncle, who brought the book only by seeing its name - felt so sorry...fr it was a wrong version . He said "i will return to the shop tomorrow itself." N i didnt hav the chance to see the stories ... !! I was sad that i missed a storybook.
What is called book fr the Adults ?? !! I thought.
I was a bookworm since i was very small. Without choice of books suitable fr the age 7-8, i almost hav read all the rachanas n religious books in my Granny's bookshelf - Sharat, Bankim, Ravindra Rachanavali, Geetobitan, Puranas...There was a window-shelf, in granny's room.As the head of my grandfather's bed (who had passed away ) kept close to that window n that shelf became out of the reach of anyone. They could clean this window-shelf only after climbing onto that cot , the maid of our house.
This was my place of choice .to spend time on holidays. To reach there (as i was small and thin and my way was through d space under that cot. (khaater tola) with a radio set fr listening to a bengali radio programme called "Shonibarer Barbela" with 'Ami Sravanti' and the adv of a medicated cream which i knew, 'Borolin'
. Still i can remember those fear-stories with the echoed promo-music ***Shonibarer Barbela......yeeeeeooooooooowwwooooow....**** (horn of d ambulence)
or The dramas on air during my Sunday afternoon....and the books.
Without bothering or understanding what were written into them, i just used to gulp the words....Bankimchandra's stories or upanyas were too tough to understand at that age, but with love fr reading books, somehow i could manage.
But that book i was not allowed to read. 'Aravya Rajani' and Baba's warning to uncle " Yu hav brought wrong version by mistake.Its fr adult " had brought me something intersting.....
*Thirst*
Not fr that particular book or any other edition - but to read every text what we are commonly do not get to read,, to unveil that - what we are commonly prohibited to know, to break all the barriers and to servive with the thirst of experiencing that - which is kept as "secret of the secrets"....
Experiences are personal. We keep them in a chamber called heart. I believe its easy to relate the journey based on experiences shared. Thats called practical spirituality.
Its easy, to see a mentor or a teacher living nearby and to learn frm his every steps.
But hardles are there when the direct is far far away and we buy the words. His/her words based on some practical hardships in life or his/her understanding through some events....stays "adhara" to us....thats the missing link.
To fill the gap, i find some threads....to continue the inner adventure....
This blog is fr few such true- stories.....well baked frm the oven called #life :-)
[ pic - my that childhood-special window in our old house.... Life is indeed a journey, frm one window to another :) ]
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