Morning Miracle

Sunday Morning's are always lazy.

It's not the day after work, but the day before it.

Come Monday, and you have a storm awaiting you.

So, today, when i "got up", it was an early 05: 30. But, after a lot of (day) dreams, it was two hours later that i pulled myself out of bed.

It's funny, but there's more work on a Sunday than a normal day. This includes all that procrastinated cleaning, and in my case, a dangerously huge amount of laundry to take care of.

All this cumulative excuses made me decide that i could take care of the morning pooja later, and decided to devote myself to essential work.

So, even as the radio played some beautiful songs that made me think of the Hero of this blog, i chose to do with an apology unto Him.

Now, we just shifted houses, and we are still living out of suitcases, so to speak.

This makes access to basic things like a calendar very difficult.

Things that really make your life, you will never understand until you don't have them.

So, even as the simple task of glancing at a calendar is made complicated, we still managed to discover it is an Ekadasi today.

Damn my resolve to do productive work, i thought!

But, i still decided not to budge. i proclaimed another heart-felt apology, and continued what i was doing.

All the while, the music was making me think more and more about Him.

And, add to this, our neighbours having organized some chanting, the beautiful sounds of it easily pierced our walls, and icily pierced my heart, leaving it full of guilt.

i moaned about how, even on any normal day, i wouldn't have breakfast till i had finished the morning prayers. And, today being an Ekadasi, i felt so distraught that i was going to eat without having His "theertham"

So, even as i poured milk into a bowl, and added the diet conscious breakfast cereal, my mind kept apologizing to Him.

Not really thinking about it, i reached out for a water bottle kept on the kitchen shelf (another drawback you get used to when shifting is drinking water out of bottles).

Anyways, drinking water is one of those voluntary activities you enver think about.

But, even as a song played inside me, even as the water touched the insides of my mouth, a sweetness filled me.

Yes! It was not plain water. It was flavoured with cardamom and tulasi. The small flakes of cardamom teased my tongue and the fragrance of tulsi stunned my senses.

This could not be...it had to be....but how could it?????

It was HIS THEERTHAM!

Someone had stored it in a water bottle!! (i suspect my dear grandmother)

And, i had drunk it even before i had had my breakfast!

I had picked up some random bottle without thinking, and it turned out to be His theertham!

i was not in any position today morning to offer prayers, or go see Him, but He had blessed me with His mercy anyways!

How do i describe what all i felt?

How do i describe this dear heartthrob, who answered my thoughts so sweetly?

How can i describe the greatness of this Lord of ours, who threw "protocol" to the winds, and gave me the greatest gift?

Oh! How wonderful are His ways!

Today, he blessed an unfit devotee, by giving me what i had wanted.

Today He gave me theertham on His own, even when i had not taken my morning bath!

i still know it is wrong not to fast today, but whatever may be it, that kind Parthasarathy now has my heart firmly fastened to His feet.

Chanting Sri Hari's name saved us from danger!!!

Hai All,

Just returned yesterday from Badrinath trip. It was AWESOME! Had a miraculous experience on our way to badri and couldn't wait to share it with you guys. I would write an exclusive blog on Badri trip very shortly(perumal's grace) but before that I wanted to share the importance of his "Naama smaranam"-(chanting his wonderful names) & how much we are saved by him by just uttering his wonderful name. I do not have the capability to explain his love or his grace but I cannot stop myself from trying to explain his grace.....

After having visited Haridwar & Rishikesh , we were all set to head to Badrinath with so much of excitement. My heart was jumping out of joy to meet him. My Family members were listening to Vishnu sahasra naamam with immense devotion. I was constantly chanting his names while gazing at his beautiful mountains & picturing him in my mind throughout the trip. when all of a sudden we were shocked to notice rocks sliding down hitting our car left, right & center. I was on the right side were exactly the rocks rolled down & hit our car. When I saw a huge rock sliding down with so much of force I started shouting RAMAAAAAAAAAAA KRISHNAAAAAAAA and everybody in the car started shouting Rama!!!!! Krishna!!!!!....The huge rock hit our car leaving a very noticeable dent in the car. The glasses were broken to pieces including the headlights. The Tire was damaged severely & burning smell was coming out from the tires. So much happened to the car but not even a single small scratch happened to any of us in the car only because of his grace!!!! There was no way that our driver could stop the car or drive away from the landsliding area. If he had moved 3cms away towards his left our entire car would have fallen down from the mountain. The roads were so narrow and small in width.

That is the area where the landsliding took place. 

I was sitting by this window when this incident occurred & escaped without even a small scratch or a wound just because of his grace and Love.

I was seated on the right side as I told you and my MIL was seated just behind me. The huge rock hit exactly between me & my mom-in-law without causing us any pain or danger.

Cops & public gathered to offer us help and to check if we were wounded. Fortunately with his grace we were all safe & I started clicking pics to write a blog about his grace hehe....:-)) Perhaps he would have smiled tooo... "U & ur blog...........crazy girl" Yes I always want to be crazy about him. In my T.Nagar perumal koil, once one poojari asked me.., " why ma???? What is bothering you at this young age? Why do u cry so much whenever you come here????" I just smiled. Nothing hurts me and nothing troubles me.....its just the separation from him which brings ocean in my eyes and makes my heart as heavy as rocks.....and I don't see the rocks sliding down from my heart..... The only cure is to grab him & hug him.

His NAME, GRACE, LOVE always shields us from any sort of danger. 

On a lighter vein, take a look at my very personal idol of him which I keep it in my bedroom next to me. I am not allowed to touch or hug any vigrahams(idols) or photos in our pooja room. We are only supposed to do pooja and apply kumkum to the photos in pooja room. That was not sufficient for me....I wanted to express my love by hugging and kissing my lord always hence I kept this sweet perumal in my bedroom but my in-laws said, "no no you shouldn't have a single Krishna.... its incomplete you should always have Radhe krishna" I thought am perumal's radhe & we are always complete together. So now I have him next to me. I hug him, kiss him, place him on my lap, on my chest, sing for him, carry him & dance with him. My family members keep telling me, "U R inside the room locked most of the time" hahahahaha Only He knows why..........:-)))))

Namo Narayanaya namah!!!!!!!

Love U Govindha!!!!!!

Yeah...forgot to mention! After the accident, we took another car and drove the very next day to Badri & had his wonderful darshan.....Everything is due to his grace!

Hari bol......Lets chant his wonderful names always.

Madhuram madhuram HARI naamam inba theninum madhuram HARI naamam.....

OUR Sri Hari's names are sweeter than honey.....:-)))))

True Story - Lord Nrishinga's Mercy

Taken from: http://www.dandavats.com/?p=801.

Narrated by HG Pankajanghri Prabhu

Lord Nrsimhadev shows His mercy even to a non devotee.



Yasoda Mata’s 85-year-old foster father passed away two months ago. During his stay in the hospital, Yasoda Mata prepared a tape recorder and played the Hare Krsna Maha Mantra all day long in his ward.

Her foster father was actually in semi-coma, but miraculously when he heard the Maha mantra, gradually he awoke and with closed eyes he appeared to enjoying the music and the sound vibration. He started to follow the tempo by tapping his hand on the edge of his bed. His finger ring made the sound like “don, don don” “don, don don …….. ”

He looked like he was totally meditating on the Maha mantra. Suddenly he spoke, “Look! There is a huge 5 clawed man, and his head looks just like a lion’s, he is coming into my ward. Don’t you see him? He is coming ….” The foster father still with eyes closed said “Oh, yes, I forgot you all cannot see him, but he is really here. I do not know who He is?”

At that moment Yasoda Mata and her daughters looked at each other in great surprise and answered. “Father, He is Lord Nrsimhadev”. “What dev ??? I don’t know Him. But He is nodding His head to tell me that He is.” Yashoda mata felt great ecstasy in hearing this for in her house she keeps a model of the Nrsimha Deity from Mayapur and had been offering heart felt prayers to Him so that her father could leave the body without any attachment and that his soul can become Krishna’s devotee in his next birth.

Continuously her father said, “Look, He is smiling to me and starting to speak again .… Oh, He is telling me that I have to learn to chant what you are chanting now…. what exactly are you chanting ?” He said. “It is a mantra to call the holy name of Lord” Yasoda Mata replied. ” I don’t know what mantra, but please teach Me.” he said. “All right father, please repeat after me and listen carefully — Hare Krishna, Hare Krishna………” Yasoda Mata taught her foster father word by word patiently. Without taking a long time, he learned and tried to chant…. and chanted so nicely.

The next day he passed away with tranquility. During that weekend, we devotees here congregated together to do the kirtan for Yasoda Mata’s father at the memorial service. Yasoda Mata prepared the prasadam garland, Ganga water, tulasi, and put tilak on her father, which have all been done nicely and properly according to her guru maharaj H.H. Giridhari Swami’s telephone instruction. Her foster father’s face looked so peaceful, his cheeks were a little pink, and his body was soft. After some customary ceremonies the body was sent to the incinerator.

A Few hours later the people who work in the memorial service came to us and exclaimed in amazement - “We have never seen anyone’s ashes look so white and beautiful like jade as your father’s! What happened to him? What were you chanting for him?” “Could you write it down for us? We want to learn and we think we can also chant while doing our service here.”

Why the Lord Himself personally appeared before someone who we consider is not a devotee proves the sastric statement - that if one is always engaged in the devotional service of the Lord, their family members will be benefited as well.

From Lin Tulip Taiwan, 20th March 2006