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Lesson after Basant Bhandara of 153rd birth anniversary of pujya Lalaji Maharaj

​ My most precious lesson learnt in life Journal Reflection after Daaji’s Basant Bhandara Message My Master Dear Daaji, Your message at the 153rd Basant Bhandara reached me at a very deep place. It felt as though it was written to address a long-standing inner confusion of my own heart. Though this understanding had already begun to unfold through contemplation, discussions, and the guidance of preceptors, your message brought a final and gentle clarity—quietly resolving everything. Coming from a strong Jain kriyakand background, my spiritual life had been intensely inward-oriented. Somewhere within me grew the belief that worldly duties, thoughts, and involvements were distractions, even a waste of time. The idea of purity seemed to mean remaining constantly absorbed in puja, path, satsang, and inner practices, while responsi is bilities as a grihastha felt secondary or burdensome. Slowly, without realizing it fully, a subtle negativity toward outward life took root. Your explanation ...

My spiritual journey

My Spiritual Journey I grew up deeply rooted in Jainism. From childhood, I absorbed its discipline, its clarity, and its emphasis on self-effort. Our home was filled with an atmosphere of faith and simplicity. I would often hear my elders speak of the soul as eternal and pure, and karmas as dust particles that cover it. The message was clear: no guru, no god, no Tirthankara can remove my karmas. Only I, through my awareness, restraint, and discipline, can cleanse my soul. This teaching sank deep into my heart. It gave me a strong foundation for life. I learned early the importance of ahimsa — to be mindful in action, in words, and even in thought. I practiced truthfulness, self-restraint, i believed fully that the soul’s liberation rested only on my own effort. This clarity gave me inner strength, and for many years I felt content in it. Yet life, in its mysterious way, opened another door for me when  Heartfulness (Sahaj Marg)  entered my world. At first, I resisted the pull....

Mumbai ..a city of surprise

Mumbai: A City of Surprises in the  Mumbai, known for its high rise…the towering buildings stretch into the sky like matchboxes stacked to touch the clouds. From afar, they may seem like lifeless concrete blocks, but step inside and you’ll discover the magic — smartly designed, functional, and surprisingly cozy spaces that make city life both manageable and meaningful. With the arrival of rain, Mumbai wears a fresh face. The scent of wet earth, the rhythmic patter on rooftops, and the sudden calm in the chaos create a mood unlike any other. The city, always on the run, seems to pause, breathe, and smile. Look up, and you might catch a beautiful ballet in the sky — a dance of pigeons. The male pigeons puff their chests, spin in circles, and spread their feathers in a clumsy yet charming show, hoping to win the favor of a mate. It’s nature’s theatre, unfolding in the heart of a concrete jungle — a reminder that beauty and wonder are always present, even in the most unexpected corners...

Another year passed …on my birthday

Another Year, Another Step on the Journey… Today is my birthday—not just a day of celebration, but also of introspection Time, like sand, keeps slipping through our hands reminding us how fleeting this life is .And yet, we mark this day each year with gratitude and joy. Why? Because every birth is a divine opportunity—to give meaning to this journey. I pause today not just to count the years, but to evaluate the growth, the love received and shared, and the lessons learnt I thank the Divine for this breath, this body, this life—and I pray that my existence continues to be of purpose. To those who walk with me, who uplift me, challenge me, and love me—thank you for being part of this unfolding path. May we all live each moment with a deep and open heart 

A meditation on life’s passing phases

After Summer, the Rains: A Meditation on Life’s Passing Phases After the scorching  heat of summer, every heart yearns for rain. Thirsty earth, dry air, and tired souls all look up to the sky, waiting for relief. And when the first drops finally fall, there’s collective joy — as if nature has taken a deep breath . But it’s not long before the very thing we prayed for becomes a source of complaints. Waterlogging. Traffic jams. Humidity that clings to the skin and makes the air thick. Human nature is like that — constantly swinging between longing and dissatisfaction. We crave change, and when it arrives, we struggle with its discomforts. What we once saw as a blessing becomes a burden simply because it doesn’t match our ideal version of comfort. Yet, sitting on the 9th floor of a Mumbai high-rise, watching the rains unfold from a distance offers a pleasurable feeling.From here, it’s not about the puddles or the sweat. It’s about watching clouds roll in like uninvited guests, th...

Spiritual lessons from a window pane

Spiritual Lessons from a Window Pane While staying in Mumbai to support my daughter post-delivery, I often found myself with not much to do beyond some administrative duties. One afternoon, feeling a bit bored, I decided to clean the glass panes of my room. Living on the 9th floor, I waited for the rain to arrive, thinking it would help me pour water more easily outside the windows. Once it started drizzling, I made a good effort. Tilting and stretching my hand out, I splashed water with force—and instantly, the pane looked clear and bright. I admired the scenic view through the freshly cleaned glass, feeling a sense of satisfaction. Leaving the curtains open, I went for lunch and then took an afternoon nap. But at tea time, when we drew the curtains aside again, I was surprised to see the same hazy look return—mud spots, stains, and streaks were back as if nothing had been done. It was disappointing. So my husband and I decided to clean it again—this time with newspapers and Colin spr...

Meeting with Rajeev ji