I accompanied with her to Hari Shava, to listen, and to dance on Hariman-assembled devotees were chanting and dancing with deep devotion as if they were intoxicated, being glad to glorify of MORIBO, MORIBO SAKHI,NISHCHHAI MORIBO,NAPORAIO RADHA ANGA NAVASAIO JOLE, MORILE TULIYA REKHO TAMALER DALE, HARINAM,HARINAM LIKHE DIO MORE SARA ANGE
Sri Krishna, Chaitnna, probhu nityananda, hare krishna hareram, sriradhe gobindo. everyone were dancing in blissful mind. I was also enjoying, with lifting arms and dancing on the rhythm of chanting Hare Krishna, Hare Krishna, Krishna Krishna, Hare Hare, Hare Rama Hare Rama, Rama Rama Hare Hare—I was garland, chandan- sandal paste marked on my fore head by an old woman, I also fond of her, she used to feed me sweets made of co-co-naught, molasses were distributed among the devotees. Latter I has had been experienced the eternal joy, bliss during chanting and dancing on the glories of Lord Sri Krishna. Krishna Krittan, devotional songs, which of few its, I was taught song by granny-till today I would remember –Hari din to gelo sandhya holo, par koro aamaay means Oh, Lord Krishna, my days were gone, dusk entered, please took me away to You----She brought me to the Sidhyesari Kali mother temple at Tantaniys near Jamapukur, where ,
Sunday, November 22, 2009
TABA KATHA AMRITRA
On October, 1882, about four o’clock in the afternoon the steamboat with Keshab and his Brahmo followers cast anchor in the Ganges alongside the KALI Temple at Dakshineswar. The passengers saw in front of them the bathing –ghat and the Chandni. To their left in the temple compound stood sis temples of Siva, and to their right another group six Siva temple. The white steeple of the Kali temple, the tree-tops of the Panchavati, and the silhouette of pine-trees stood high against the blue autumn sky. The gardens between the two nahabats were filled with fragrant flowers, and along the bank of Ganges were rows of flowering plants. The blue sky was reflected in the brown water of the river, the sacred Ganges, associated with the most ancient tradition of Aryan civilization. The outer world appeared soft and serene, and the hearts of the Brahmo devotees were filled with peace.[If you would concentrated on deep meditation, you would heard the sons- Cry to your Mother Shyama with a real cry, O mind, And how can she hold Herself from you? How can Shyama stay away? HOW CAN YOUR Mother Kali hold herself away? And saying—it IS NESSARY TO PRAY TO HIM with longing heart. Longing is followed by the God vision. - of Sri Ramakrishna, yes I would experience]
One day when I was boy six years old, with maternal grand father, Ganny,mother and myself, we had started to visit at Dwakhineswar Temple, at very early morning, reached by Ghorargari hackney carriage, the turbaned coachman was long beard, I was sitting beside him and I enjoyed sceneries o old Kolkata, is the city joy, where I WAS BROUGHT-UP. IN MY CHILDHOOD DAYS I HAVE SEEN that the road s were cleaned by the sweepers with tap Ganges water at very early morning, the horses of the hackney carriages were drinking water from tub on the footpaths. I also memorized when we were availing or traveling by hackney carriage, it was very amusing experience, we went to Mayer Bari at Bagbazar, where Divine Mother lived, as Sanga Janani, the supreme of the Ramkrishna Mission also directed in her modest way and delivered instructions to her devotee sons. My Ganny pulled my hands to appear before to Mother’s room, asked me to bow down to well decorate Photograph of our beloved Mother. Once my Dadu accompanied us, Ganny and myself to the Tarokeswar the Lord Shiva, merciful God for performing worship special puja and promise an offering to sacrifice my little long hair as I attained five years old. ----------------------------------------------------
One day when I was boy six years old, with maternal grand father, Ganny,mother and myself, we had started to visit at Dwakhineswar Temple, at very early morning, reached by Ghorargari hackney carriage, the turbaned coachman was long beard, I was sitting beside him and I enjoyed sceneries o old Kolkata, is the city joy, where I WAS BROUGHT-UP. IN MY CHILDHOOD DAYS I HAVE SEEN that the road s were cleaned by the sweepers with tap Ganges water at very early morning, the horses of the hackney carriages were drinking water from tub on the footpaths. I also memorized when we were availing or traveling by hackney carriage, it was very amusing experience, we went to Mayer Bari at Bagbazar, where Divine Mother lived, as Sanga Janani, the supreme of the Ramkrishna Mission also directed in her modest way and delivered instructions to her devotee sons. My Ganny pulled my hands to appear before to Mother’s room, asked me to bow down to well decorate Photograph of our beloved Mother. Once my Dadu accompanied us, Ganny and myself to the Tarokeswar the Lord Shiva, merciful God for performing worship special puja and promise an offering to sacrifice my little long hair as I attained five years old. ----------------------------------------------------
TABA KATHAMRITHAM
PICTURE OF THE DWAKHINESWAR TEMPLE From the book, [The Gospel Of God] which inspired so many great soul to be a large numbers sanyasi on the order of Ramakrishna Math, uncounted people has had been illuminated, become Bhaktas, I as dust of them also proud to be a mere poor lover of The Lord.] The Gospel of SRI RAMAKRISHNA written by M—mahendra Gupta—they [mahendra and Sidhu] arrived at the main gate at the dusk and went straight to Sri Ramakrishna’s room. There they found him seated on a wooden couch facing the east with a smile at his face he talking of God. The room was full of people, all seated on the floor drinking his words in deep silence stood there speechless and looked on. It was as if he was standing where all the holy places met and as if Sukadeva himself were speaking the word of God, or as if Sri Chaitanya were singing the name and glories of the Lord in Puri with Ramananda, Swarup, and the other devotees.Sri Ramakrishna said—When hearing the name of Hari or Ram once, you sheds tears and your hair stands on end, then you may know for certain that you do not have to perform such devotions as the sandhya any more Then only you have a right to renounce ritual; or rather rituals will drop away of themselves. Then it will be enough if you repeat only the name of Rama or Hari or even simply Om. Continuing he said, the sandhya merges in the Gayatri, and Gayatri merges in Om. M looked around him with wonder and said to himself—what a beautiful place. What a ======================= I WAS LISTENING AS MY RECITED, TABA KATHA MRITHAM........
Saturday, November 21, 2009
The Great lady, my granny maternal grand mother was a very much kind hearted, extremely pious, and devoted to her beloved Sri Krishna, initiated from her mentor guru, a vaisnab, graced by Krishna mantra. She always tried to welcome any one by extended love and kindness by offering, feed them something. Yes my friend she, the great virtuous lady was my first mentor, who reaped the seed of Bhakti-devotion on me in my very childhood. “Swami Ranganathanadaji wrote, An Introduction to the study of the Gita- there is another element in the Gita which is bhakti, devotion to God. The bhakti of Gita is the expression of the religious mood at its highest and best. It is love of God out of the fullness of one’s heart and not out of its emptiness, as it is early stages. It is this that makes the devotee of the Gita an embodiment at once of fearlessness and gentleness. The twelfth chapter is a mighty saga in praise of the perfection of character through this path of spiritual discipline. From all this considerations the Gita has assumed impotence in our life, that impotencies increasing day by day.” Yes my friend, I witnessed, when my Ganny would worshipping on meditation, tears from her eyes roll down from her cheeks. She as a true devotee, always was belonging in peace, clam and drove in deep in the ocean of sat-chit-ananda. She always took me to bath on the bank of the great Ganga—pic----
Since my late boyhood I have had worshipping to my Lord, not in ritualistic manner, only deep devotion and concentrated deep meditation on regular basis, which I have learnt from maternal grand mother who had used to performed her Japa Mantra on early morning and late evening, she had teach me the open Mantra, Hari omn Ramakrishna, I was enjoying and delighted
I was also iniciated the first literacy, from Barna parichaya, first part of Bengali alphabet by vidyasagar mashaya, she taught me with her melodious tune on symmetrical rhythm, even to day I could heard the said melodious voice and tune of songs, Guru pade prem bhakti holo na mon habar kale, ore aar ki habe thor sadan vajan anurager samay gele, Time have passed away, but the devotion and love would not raised, to my Lord, in due time, impassion would faded She indulged my inquisitive in every moment and answered, prying for knowledge and imagination of potentiality, aspiration always fulfilled by her. My mentor, wrote, if we want to educate a man and do real good to him, we must preserve and develop this priceless quality in him. As said Swamiji, “Each soul is potentially divine. The goal is to manifest this divine within, by controlling nature, external and internal. Do this either by work, or worship, or psychic control, or philosophy, by one or more, or all these—and be free. This is the whole religion. Doctrines, or dogmas, or rituals, or books, or Temples, or forms, are but secondary details.” She told as stories of Ramayana and Mahabharata in simple style, to raise my manhood, and firmness, also I was very much inspired to listen, [R] Sri Krishna asked Arjuna to shake off his weakness and to steady himself, as he [Krishna] could give him any kind of wisdom, for a grief-stricken mind is not at all a fit receptacle for wisdom. Unless we get out of the depressed state and become calmer, we shall not be able to assimilate any lofty advice. My Ganny advised me, don’t be afraid my son, just chant the names of Hari or Ram, you would over came from any troubles or sufferings, as we live in ruined house frightened of ghost, and poverty and starvation, that’s why Ganny teach me in that way. Yes I completely surrendered to her in every respect of my life, as Arjuna, said [verse72-73] Destroyed is my delusion, I have gained my memory through Thy GRACE, o Acyuta. I am firm, my doubts are gone. I will follow Thy word...”
Ganges the sacred river of my beloved mother land India ---Bharatbarsa,
Since my late boyhood I have had worshipping to my Lord, not in ritualistic manner, only deep devotion and concentrated deep meditation on regular basis, which I have learnt from maternal grand mother who had used to performed her Japa Mantra on early morning and late evening, she had teach me the open Mantra, Hari omn Ramakrishna, I was enjoying and delighted
I was also iniciated the first literacy, from Barna parichaya, first part of Bengali alphabet by vidyasagar mashaya, she taught me with her melodious tune on symmetrical rhythm, even to day I could heard the said melodious voice and tune of songs, Guru pade prem bhakti holo na mon habar kale, ore aar ki habe thor sadan vajan anurager samay gele, Time have passed away, but the devotion and love would not raised, to my Lord, in due time, impassion would faded She indulged my inquisitive in every moment and answered, prying for knowledge and imagination of potentiality, aspiration always fulfilled by her. My mentor, wrote, if we want to educate a man and do real good to him, we must preserve and develop this priceless quality in him. As said Swamiji, “Each soul is potentially divine. The goal is to manifest this divine within, by controlling nature, external and internal. Do this either by work, or worship, or psychic control, or philosophy, by one or more, or all these—and be free. This is the whole religion. Doctrines, or dogmas, or rituals, or books, or Temples, or forms, are but secondary details.” She told as stories of Ramayana and Mahabharata in simple style, to raise my manhood, and firmness, also I was very much inspired to listen, [R] Sri Krishna asked Arjuna to shake off his weakness and to steady himself, as he [Krishna] could give him any kind of wisdom, for a grief-stricken mind is not at all a fit receptacle for wisdom. Unless we get out of the depressed state and become calmer, we shall not be able to assimilate any lofty advice. My Ganny advised me, don’t be afraid my son, just chant the names of Hari or Ram, you would over came from any troubles or sufferings, as we live in ruined house frightened of ghost, and poverty and starvation, that’s why Ganny teach me in that way. Yes I completely surrendered to her in every respect of my life, as Arjuna, said [verse72-73] Destroyed is my delusion, I have gained my memory through Thy GRACE, o Acyuta. I am firm, my doubts are gone. I will follow Thy word...”
Ganges the sacred river of my beloved mother land India ---Bharatbarsa,
A Spiritual Journey commenced by SHYAMAL SOM
O Sun, by your light, which removes glooms and your rays which awaken the whole creation, dispel from our hears all languor all neglect of worship, all sorrow and evil dreams. O Sun, thou bearer of light, who joy to every eye, may we live to see your wonderful splendor as you arise high. [Reg-Ved10-37.4.8] [I, a poor soul, was in dark, but always a command, use to hear from heart, Let there be light.] Let noble thoughts come to us from every side-pure, unobstructed, overflowing. Rig-Veda1-89-1
I was born in the year 1945, 17TH January, on catastrophe of Second World War. I was brought up in unbelievable poverty, even my ganny and mother had pretend to fast as if for religious purposes, but irony is that, they had only compelled to starve many days. POVERTY, which we the poorest people of our mother land, have had suffering since, when, how long the distressed, hungry countrymen, being aggrieved, would sustain none would know. When the insurgencies would broke out, who knows. A countless number of famished despaired distressed people took hardship for breathing and few unashamed the bourgeoisies were shamelessly enjoying through breeding and leading luxuries lives by birth of the consumer society, encouraged privileged treatment, these feeling had haunted, hauling and mislead me to the distraught destination I lost forty years on hallucination or run after politic mirage.
We are four brothers and six sisters, total number of family thirteen, including poor mare clerk father, devoted mother and my beloved maternal grand mother. So it was very hardship of my father to look after- maintain family expenses. After our maternal grand father’s death granny came to stay with us. In the period when I was brought up in year nineteen forty-five on wards it was time of stormy turmoil-turbulent—turbulence----when daughters were soled by father, wives leaved her husbands only to feed herself , blackmarketiers would not be hanged on lampposts though it was assured, the farmers, labours, workers, neighbours were became poor to poorest at last the large numbers REFUGEES HAD ESCAPED RUNNING AWAY FROM THE EAST PAKISTHAN THE SACRED LAND they were driven away for the sake of religion --- TIME IS TILL TODAY CATASTROPHY—WE LIVE IN THE INFERNO—WHO ARE RESPONSBLE?–NON CAN ANSWEAED] In this claustrophobic globe, all human beings are terrorized; alarming global warming would engulf us. Just lend your ear, you would heard the voice of the great world teacher
O Sun, by your light, which removes glooms and your rays which awaken the whole creation, dispel from our hears all languor all neglect of worship, all sorrow and evil dreams. O Sun, thou bearer of light, who joy to every eye, may we live to see your wonderful splendor as you arise high. [Reg-Ved10-37.4.8] [I, a poor soul, was in dark, but always a command, use to hear from heart, Let there be light.] Let noble thoughts come to us from every side-pure, unobstructed, overflowing. Rig-Veda1-89-1
I was born in the year 1945, 17TH January, on catastrophe of Second World War. I was brought up in unbelievable poverty, even my ganny and mother had pretend to fast as if for religious purposes, but irony is that, they had only compelled to starve many days. POVERTY, which we the poorest people of our mother land, have had suffering since, when, how long the distressed, hungry countrymen, being aggrieved, would sustain none would know. When the insurgencies would broke out, who knows. A countless number of famished despaired distressed people took hardship for breathing and few unashamed the bourgeoisies were shamelessly enjoying through breeding and leading luxuries lives by birth of the consumer society, encouraged privileged treatment, these feeling had haunted, hauling and mislead me to the distraught destination I lost forty years on hallucination or run after politic mirage.
We are four brothers and six sisters, total number of family thirteen, including poor mare clerk father, devoted mother and my beloved maternal grand mother. So it was very hardship of my father to look after- maintain family expenses. After our maternal grand father’s death granny came to stay with us. In the period when I was brought up in year nineteen forty-five on wards it was time of stormy turmoil-turbulent—turbulence----when daughters were soled by father, wives leaved her husbands only to feed herself , blackmarketiers would not be hanged on lampposts though it was assured, the farmers, labours, workers, neighbours were became poor to poorest at last the large numbers REFUGEES HAD ESCAPED RUNNING AWAY FROM THE EAST PAKISTHAN THE SACRED LAND they were driven away for the sake of religion --- TIME IS TILL TODAY CATASTROPHY—WE LIVE IN THE INFERNO—WHO ARE RESPONSBLE?–NON CAN ANSWEAED] In this claustrophobic globe, all human beings are terrorized; alarming global warming would engulf us. Just lend your ear, you would heard the voice of the great world teacher
RAMAKRISHNA NOMO SPIRITUAL JOURNEY
OM RAMAKRISHMAYA NOMO
Sub- Remembrance of Sri Ramakrishna Paramahansadev
To The most Revered Maharajji,
I convey my deep regards to Sri Thakur ,Sri Ma and Swamiji, also pranamto all sirs.
On the most sacred and auspicious celebration of 175th. Birth Day Anniversary of world great saviour Sri Ramakrishna Paramahansadev would be held in the year 2010 to 2011, commence from 16th. February 2010.
We appeal to the GOVERNMENT OF INDIA ,POSTAL DEPARTMENT to facilitate facsimile Postal Stamp on Sri Ramakrishna Paramahansadev, would be released, during the period. We also cordial welcome with an appeal to the all religious people of all religions to join a spiritual journey, rally as peace march, from the holy KAMARPUKUR TO DAKHINESWAR AND BELUR MATHon said celebration. Our beloved Lord says “I do not care to give up twenty thousand such births, bodies to help the single man. It is glorious to help even a man, serve the mankind as living God. The earth is yours, no body is stanger, and manifest yourselves. I am fortunate to be blessed and graced by the most revered Swami Ranganathananda Maharajji, on his inspiration and kripa, I am serving by chanting my beloved LORD name and sayings, through solo-acting with songs.
With best regards, pranam,
Yours blessings seeker,
Shyamal Som A79 Diamond Park P.O-Joka Kolkata—700104 E-mail – shyamalsomgmail.com \ Mob no-O9339196961 PH NO--03324975750
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Tuesday, November 10, 2009
MY DIVINE MOTHER BESIDES ME
WHENEVER I WENT TO JAYRAMBATI, I FELT THE PRESENCE OF DIVINE MOTHER SRI SARADADEBI
Saturday, November 7, 2009
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