Look at me, but don't look at me

One of my good friends (how I wish I could write her name, but she will kill me), was recently approached by Femina magazine. They wanted to do a four page story on her. And this lady, she refused. 

Why?

'I dont want my ego to increase.' she said. 

I found myself giving her maa-behen ki galis, those which I have stopped using since I became a mum. 

Ramesh has done a better, calmer job :

'No personal effort can possibly lead to Enlightenment', he says. 'On the contrary, what is nessessary is to rest helplessly in beingness, knowing we are nothing, to be in the nothing-mind state in which all conceptualising has subsided into passive witnessing. In this state whatever happens will not be our doing, but the pure Universal functioning to which we have releinquished all control.'

Now how to do this,  is the million dollar question. 

the mountain bites

yet another innocent. A first timer I had planted there sent me two smses today.

first sms: The Arunachala is a very good soap. Cleans you well. (Iske jhaag ne jadu kar diya!) Do buy. Available in packets of Presence and Devotion, in stores near you.

(photograph stolen from here. )

second sms : (ten minutes after the first ) And after cleaning you up she wraps you in her arms and lets you put your head in her lap, stroking gently, till you immerse completely in her love.

Do you think my friend needs rabies shots?