Our Journey Together
We are Engaged !!!!
AMMA’s grace is what i always say, be it calamity or celebration,
I really do not remember how celebrations used to be till Poorni walked into my life.
Slowly day by day,
she mixed vibrant colour into my life,
decluttered my mind, life, heart and home,
wiped away dust and stubborn stains of unpleasnt days,
We found a safe space with each other,
The traditional and stiff boy fell in love with a lovely and lively lass,
And the Wildcat and the wild tempered, no more wild or alone finally began to relax into eachother and themselves.,
Poorni said she did not believe in marriage, and i maintained that being happy and married both cannot be possible,
Thankfully and happily we stand victourious in our defeat and totally thankful that our hearts took over our ego.
There she stands at the threshhold of the Satyanaranan Temple, Radiant, Bubbly, wearing a saree she painted.,
a beautiful goddess painted by her daughter., her form birthed by her daughter.,
Krishna can only be Kirshna, Rama is only Rama..,
AMMA can take so many forms., kali when angry., lakshmi when gracious, saraswathi when in clarity..,
It is happy., AMMA has so many forms, more forms for me to pray ., and more for her to paint., each expressing our graitude to the divine,
in only ways that we can…,
Leaving the house towards the temple, i prayed to AMMA that i could not do this alone and i needed her to be there with
me and poorni every step of the way.,
Not used to be the centre of any celebration, i made way towards the temple with a lot of thoughts in my mind.,
Entering the temple, and seeing the compassionate face of AMMA on the stage, it warmed me from within, i was safe, i was in her lap.
Enter the Most beautiful woman in the hall (next to all my AMMAs),
whom do i look at? AMMA painted on her saree., or the creater who etched the creatrix?
Sitting on the stage, exchanging rings, marvelling at the colour and clarity and colour we brought into each other lives..,
I can only think of one thing..,
AMMA’s Grace.,
Thank you AMMA ..,
Thank you PoorniMuah …, for walkling on the path of grace with me.,
Meow ….., and Muah …,
We are Engaged .., AGAIN !!!!!
Man Proposes, God Disposes…,
A lovely Belle once asked “Why can’t it be Us…,” and the lad replied “Why Not?……”
Thus began a very torrid and emotional journey to AmritaPuri – a year back, to ask AMMA,
One year down the line, what we proposed to each other, God made it Happen, did we propose or was the divine hand of AMMA behind it all …,??
Arriving late and haggard to Amritapuri Ashram, normally you would find me running into the ashram, this time even before I could get off the car, Poorni had already spead to the darahsn hall.,
Lo and Behold at that late hour of the night, AMMA was giving darshan, and she set off a wonderful chain of events, the best present and gift we could ever hope and something that still puts the both of us in extreme rapture of silence and bliss.
First miracle, no waiting in line, no seats to catch, no tokens to protect, just a wave of the hand and we found ourselves in line to receive darshan. In the same line, same chairs, same mischief way, as it happened a year back.
AMMA’s grace all around, AMMA’s smile and motherpresence enveloping us, as we settled to receive our darshan and hug, the Mahaishasura Mardhini stotram started. A few days back Poorni and I chanted a cuplet or two, at the stroke of midnight at AMMA’s photo and we found ourselves again singing the same in front of AMMA…,
With the giddy excitement of a three year old, with became more ferverent a s AMMA recogchized me and gave me a great big hug.
Poorni the more composed of the two, handed over our rings to AMMA, and the mother of the universe feigning total innocence, asks where the other ring was !!! With trembling hands and loosing complete focus of the whole world, we showed AMMA that they were shiva shakthi rings,
Time Froze, Thoughts Dropped, and only three existed, the Creatrix AMMA and the two halves she created yearning for her to complete her design. She asked Poorni to put the ring on my finger and me to do the same, except yours truly’s hands were trembling like frightened bunny rabbits.
AMMA let out a peal of laughter and made fun that I was already getting scared of the Missus..,
It was so perfect.., as we always had wanted it, only the three of us., no photos to capture the moment, no video, only AMMA, us ….and ,,,,,,,,
the thousand or so people getting mighty interested.., and the talking point of the ashram the next day.
AMMA then handed us heart shaped chocolates and asked us to feed each other., and showered flowers on our heads..,
Our AMMA blessed the bond, we do not wear rings anymore., we wear AMMA’s Prasad, the rings becoming divine with the touch and grace of our darling Mother.,
Later on in the night, as we stood on the balcony atop the 9th floor, AMMA took the form of the Sea, we could hear the waves and the feel the gentle breeze., and with totality we exchanged our vows..,
We are blessed, thrice blessed.., to have experienced and lived the miracle series of events that AMMA planned for us..,
With humble pranams to AMMA, we hope all our friends and family feel the complete and integral joy that flows from our being..,
Mata Rani ki Jai !!!!!
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indrakshi hema said,
August 29, 2010 @ 10:15 pm
Just beautiful to read.Thank you for sharing this.May AMMA’s grace be always with both of you .Iam happy to have such friends.
wellwisher said,
October 15, 2010 @ 2:49 am
Hi, thanks for enjoying the miracles. god is with all of us. he does miracles all times. we rarely understand and turn towards it. If we turn towards him, then he discloses him in everything and every moment is enjoyable in this world. May amma shower her grace and you both and enjoy the miracles of divine always