There are no enemies...

There are friends and there are friends
A set given to you by birth and blood
A set which you acquire and build over time
A set which happens by default and by company and habits
We like to call them family, relatives, best friends, buddies, pals, partners, acquaintances, neighbours, colleagues, comorades , batch mates, people known to us, people that work for us, our bosses, our HODs, our CEOs, people who ve taught us, people who have served us, people who have troubled us....
All basically are friends...
We call them friends because by choice or by chance, they have touched our lives in one way or the other
If they were ever in contact, their presence was meant to do what it did to our lives
If they are absent, their purpose in our lives is done with...
Whenever I say they, I also imply We/ us...
So either they wear off, die, distance, they are forgotten, they move away or move on...
Here distance per say is not just physical...
We move out and move on emotionally , mentally and vibrationally as well...
It's surprising to see that folks we used to hang out with and so close with at one time are so far away that we wonder what made us connect in the first place...
One thing is that our navigation charts are so different yet in subtle ways co related that every contact is absolutely significant and inevitable even if it's almost unobtrusive...
I have spoken about blueprint destiny and contracts in my previous write-ups
When I mull over the intricacy of this filigree of correlation I am amazed at how perfectly our HI and Bye points are planned in a lifetime.
We can and we must never ever say I REGRET...
Taking that path, choosing that course, taking that decision, selecting that person, getting married to this man, dating that woman, falling in love these many times, investing here, splitting up there, spending so much, earning this much, going there, coming out of that place, agreeing with them, fighting with them, accepting someone, ditching someone, getting duped, being cheated on, drifting, boozing, doping, letting her go, letting him stay, taking them in, asking them out, messing with some, getting serious about some....
What ever it might be, has made us what we are today...
Had it not been for that one instance or that moment , however miniscule it may be, we may not have been what we are....
It's the very mud n matter that we are made up of...
Grossly and ethereally...
Mistakes, achievements, crimes, collaborations, withdrawal... every bit of thing that happened has contributed on what we are....
I thank every single being that has contracted with me and consider every one as a Friend and a teacher...
I have no regrets...
My body of mere 5 elements may be perishable , and I won't be there after a set period of time in this appearance...
But I know that my soul is eternal and these friends have been with me in various roles in different lifetimes....
However good or bad the experience has been, every CONTACT was a CONTRACT and every soul is a FRIEND...
NO REGRETS...
ABSOLUTELY....
Tasmay Shree Guruve Namah
- Prajakta Sathe

Omnipresent

Life happens between the nights of blissful sleep and sleepless nights...
what disintegrates in the game is a part of cosmic dust that we already are...
into nano particles of existence that we failed to recognise...
 we keep shredding into minisculeness until we become so thin that our residue amalgamates into a cluster....
we realise it's time for rebirth...
we never knew that it was death...
 until it was time to be born again and again into a vortex of partification.
No this isn't a facade, it is a real game, believable and true...
Procreation that we think we indulge in is nothing but a rule of this contract.
The entities that we say are living or non living are always THERE just in a phase of transition. Death is right here and so is life... we Live even after we die... we keep dying while we are living...
 Soul is eternal... we put on coats of physical bodies and try to see it in dimensions within our reach and capacity...
There is so much more to see than the world, this and beyond....
Movies based on theories of dimensions facinate us... mind , subconscious , regression , progression entice us....
we'd never know what is in store until we proceed into the infinite...
 to have more than knowing more than wisdom...
 the realisation of SELF....
The awakening leading to Enlightenment... and there is more to it my Guru says... it's just a state for a few moments.
Once it gets over,the real journey starts.... where are we now?
Are we even close?
 Have we found our Guru?
 Questions we need to ask ourselves....
Thankfully, I have surrendered to my God who has held my hand forever.
Tasmay Shree Guruve Namaha
- Prajakta Sathe 

Flow and the flowing

And then there are people who are forgotten
In the hustle bustle of schedules
Busy-ness, being occupied, being productive, being creative , being successful, being something for someone of someone by someone...
Sometimes with compulsion
Sometimes with obligation
Sometimes obsessively
Few times by choice many times by chance
We like to indulge in some activity or the other
Doing nothing and having nothing to do are two different things...
The forgotten people are out of sight and hence out of mind and so out of touch...
Suddenly one day they are gone...
And nothing shakes within...
Our routine continues...
Because for us they were anyways almost not present...
They must have been significant to their folks, well... maybe...
They may be missed by them...
But we, remain unaffected by their 'NO MORE' status...
What we forget , however, is that we too are a long lost faded and almost vanished memory already for many...
And after we are gone, it won't matter one bit to them...
Actually it won't matter for anybody for that matter after a few days of mourning...
A few of us like to believe that our presence is indispensable for our people or for peeps in our inner circle...
But then, really , life moves on...
Physical presence, absence , living, dead will only be missed for a few days...
ADAPTATION is one of the most natural virtues of life and so is evolution...
We are okay with presence... we ll be okay with absence too...
So where and why does this EGO or AHAM come from?
I am this, I have done this , my parents, my kids, my office, my home, my money, my career , my life, my rules, my love, my knowledge...
It will take a lot to drop the 'MY' and the 'I'
To emerge knowing that we have infinite potential and are the very parts of the Ultimate, yet be humble and surrendering to what happens....
Giving our very best and then easing out to let destiny take the control is a universal truth
What makes us different from a few others, is the fact that some of us accept it and some fight it....
It's funny how we refuse to believe that we don't have a choice here...
Blue print is planned by us and our contracted souls along with our masters in a way which benefits for our ultimate good...
Why crib? Why chose to sulk and be negative or gossip?
Let go, leave it, set it free, breathe....
It's going to be fine...
All of us are PRECIOUS...
Tasmay Shree Guruve Namah...
- Prajakta Sathe 

Child-like...

Innocence is a virtue very selected few retain as they grow in age. When I say age, I consider it as just a number. Neither does it indicate maturity nor does it indicate experience since both are exclusively case specific and extremely variant according to individual.
                    To support my observation I d give example of my son Kanha, when he goes down in our society compound to play , he carries his play kit with him. Its bat and ball sometimes, sometimes racket and shuttle cock and at times pencil n paper for a treasure hunt. That day he came with a new blue ball, I asked him about it, he said that a friend had given it to him since his ball went down the drain. I had my doubts in mind, if he had indeed been given it or had he taken it without his friends permission. I asked him and his reply was the same... "my ball went down the drainage slit so he has given me his ball."  With my conditioned principles in place I coaxed him to return it the very next day and got him a variety of balls. He was happy....
             I casually observed them play one evening, none of the kids got shuttle cocks all had rackets... Only Kanha kept taking his shuttles down... it's easy to lose more than a few each time the shot goes off and the shuttle lands on a roof or a garage shed or beyond the compound in an overgrown wildfoliage. Within two days full set of shuttles was gone... "Now what are you going to do when this last shuttle gets lost Kanha?"
"Someone will get it from their house or I will ask you to get a new set" pat came the reply...
There was no calculation , no pretentious judgement of other behaviours, no manipulative actions....
Pure plain and simple motive PLAYTIME.
If everyone was enjoying, all was good...
And I was stunned as to why I wondered if no one got their play gear but my son...

           I felt extremely embarrassed about being this Non-innocent. Thankfully the last shuttle lasted that day...However,  the very next day I did not forget to buy a new set of shuttles as I headed back home from work...
This innocence is precious and non negotiable...

I love it when HE giggles behind the curtain when we play hide and seek at home...
I love it when HE asks me guess who's this?- as he closes my eyes from behind...
I love it when HE asks me to play school school, role playing of a chef with water in some vessels and spoon...
I love that HE calls cricket - bat ball....
I love it when he still uses the words 'maau, bhu bhu, anga, mum mum'
He asked me what happens to the stars when it's morning ( I did explain it to him with a proper globe and a make belief modelled experiment) - the wonderment was innocent...
I love it when HE asks me where did dad's cold n fever go, when he recovers???
I love it when HE comes to make me smell his hands every time he washes them...
I love it when HE finds sneezes funny...

Yes they ll grow up....
Yes they ll learn the manoeuvring...
Yes they ll become smart...
They ll be successful....
But WE have just this bit of time till they grow up to enjoy their INNOCENCE....
I have this strange hope of finding my Innocence back, amidst the hustle bustle of fast track days and run through of masks and merits of this number that defines my time on this earth this till now....
 - Prajakta Sathe