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Mouthpiece #23


Vibha Sharma

May 28 · Issue #23 · View online

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Vyadha-Gita Analysed (continued from previous issue)
After having read about Vyadha Gita, my mind kept hovering over the same anecdote and this is what impressed me the most:
A) It is not the ‘where’ and ‘why’ but the ‘how’ part of any situation, which needs to be focused on. Questioning about why we are where we are is quite futile and worthless exercise, rather how we are orienting our mind in that situation needs to be worked on constantly. It requires continuous practice to condition the mind such.
B) We associate Bhagvat Gita and its teachings to the words of Lord Himself. Just by practicing in letter and spirit, what God preaches in the Gita, the butcher reaches a state where his own words became the teachings of Gita. A perfect example of how without any effort one can rise to a state where an individual becomes one with the supreme power.
C) Swami Vivekananda summarises the learning from Vyadha Gita by highlighting the point that the end and the means should be joined in one. While doing any task, let nothing beyond that task occupy your mind. This is the state of highest worship when one is able to steer one’s mind to the task in hand. In the story, the Vyadha and the woman did their duty with cheerfulness and wholeheartedness. He says, ‘Performance of the duties of any station in life, without getting attached to the results, leads us to the highest realisation of the perfection of the soul.’
Magic of rains...
Rains, though is a natural phenomenon, yet always manage to do wonders to my spirits. This time when it rained, I wanted to write something but while sifting through my writings, I came across this piece which exactly conveyed my current state of mind, hence sharing it here.
Every single day I have waited for it, thinking this would be the day when it actually arrives. But hours melted into days and days into months and yet no trace of it. My desire to watch it, transformed into urge which gave birth to desperation and I soon reached the stage of hopelessness. But it was not under my control so I had to resign. I stopped looking for it, a little annoyed and a little angry within my heart at its treachery. Why did it make me believe in the first place that it would follow me wherever I go and in whichever state I be. It was supposed to be my dear friend in thick and thin and it has been so since the time I felt the unusual bond with it. I know it may seem illogical for a reasoning mind but I prefer to have faith on this feeling.
No I am not talking about any God here, this time it is my one and only beloved rain. Not just rain, everything that comes with it - the dark clouds, the cool breeze, the threatening lightening and the deafening thundering because they set the stage perfectly for the magnum opus. Everything amuses me, humbles me, brings out the appreciation for the divine creation of a perfect being. Since the time I remember having developed this strange association with seemingly inanimate phenomenon, it has never let me down. My happiness has always been reflected back by its jubilantly dancing raindrops and my sorrows have been drowned in its uninterrupted downpour, on not one but almost all the instances. There was no reason to believe otherwise but the fact that we were pals extraordinaire.
But this time, there was not even a trickle of water from the heavens high above us. It felt as if I am left abandoned by my companion to face the vicissitudes of life all alone. Life has not been the same because the feeling of being watched over by someone, the assurance that someone would mend anything for me, is priceless. Well, some things cannot be forced to happen just because an individual feels so strongly about it.
Anyway, months passed hopelessly and very unpretentiously there it was one day thundering, roaring, raring to go in all its regality and affluence, not with a single element missing. The spectacle was one that I had never witnessed before, completely out of this world. It soaked everything from dusty green leaves which were now fluttering and displaying their shiny green colours, the parched ground, the thirsty fauna, the withering flora, to my melancholy heart. It compensated much more than what I had hoped for. Because this time, it brought the realization that sometimes the wait makes the arrival of a dear one even more special and significant. Once the feeling of granted starts seeping in, the fun of appreciating the other and the uniqueness itself start getting compromised.
I think I needed this message at this time. How wonderfully a simple natural process never fails to bring home a subtle point which feels so appropriate at any given time. I know someone high above is really watching over me and would not abandon me because His messages have been loud and clear to me always.
What's new in Kitchen? Malai Paneer
Cottage cheese - 250 gm
Ginger : 1 inch (grated)
Tomatoes : 3 medium (pureed)
Red chilli powder : ½ tsp
Kasoori methi : 1 tsp (crushed with hands)
Garam masala : ¼ tsp
Fresh cream : 2 tbsp (I use Amul’s)
Coriander leaves : 1 tbsp (finely chopped)
Salt : to taste
Oil : 2 tbsp
Take oil in a wok, let it get warm. Add ginger and tomato puree to it and fry till the raw smell of the tomatoes goes. Add red chilli powder and salt and fry for one more minute. Reduce the gas stove to the minimum point and add cream while continuously stirring. If it gets a little too thick then add 2 tbsp water. When the gravy gets creamy and sufficiently dense, add paneer cubes to it. Mix well and let it remain on simmer for 2 more minutes. Sprinkle kasoori methi and mix well. Turn off the gas stove. Garnish the dish with coriander and garam masala. 
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