Sunday, August 1, 2010
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Friday, December 11, 2009
AMMA KUWAIT
Aum Amritheswaryai Namah
Swamiyai Sharanam Ayyappa
The season of Sabarimala Pilgrimage (Mandala Kaalam) is considered to be one of the holiest. It is a period of austerity, abstinence and self-purification in the path that Swami Ayyappa lived, exemplified and prescribed for us.
Amma Kuwait is conducting Mandala Pooja to Dharma Shastha –Lord Ayyappa on Friday December 25, 2009, 5.00 P.M to 8.o0PM at Indian Community School, Khaithan.
The programme will comprise of Palakkombu Ezhunnallippu, Udukku Pattu, Chendamelam, & Bhajans.
We solicit your esteemed presence and participation in this devotional event and to avail this unique opportunity to receive Dharma Shastha’s grace and blessings.
Lokaha Samasthaha sukhino Bhavanthu
Aum Amritheswaryai Namah
Swamiyai Sharanam Ayyappa
The season of Sabarimala Pilgrimage (Mandala Kaalam) is considered to be one of the holiest. It is a period of austerity, abstinence and self-purification in the path that Swami Ayyappa lived, exemplified and prescribed for us.
Amma Kuwait is conducting Mandala Pooja to Dharma Shastha –Lord Ayyappa on Friday December 25, 2009, 5.00 P.M to 8.o0PM at Indian Community School, Khaithan.
The programme will comprise of Palakkombu Ezhunnallippu, Udukku Pattu, Chendamelam, & Bhajans.
We solicit your esteemed presence and participation in this devotional event and to avail this unique opportunity to receive Dharma Shastha’s grace and blessings.
Lokaha Samasthaha sukhino Bhavanthu
Saturday, January 17, 2009
Invitation - AMMA KUWAIT
AUM AMRITESWARYAI NAMAHA!Namassivaya!!
Punyatman!
Attached please find the invitation to Swamiji's Programme and the Map to the venue for the Inaugural on 23rd.
Pray forward the invitation and map to maximum number of like minded persons and invite them to come with family and friends.
Love and Prayers,Haridas P. WarrierTel: +965 9908 4154
Friday, December 5, 2008
MUMBAI
Mumbai lies bleeding again,
Ah me, she has been struck
By men of satanic design,
Senseless scary spectres,
In a horrible dance of terror.
She had seen her children die
In riots, blasts and fire,
They are again mowed down
Now in a nightmare
By wickedness unparalleled,
Devilish and devious.
Beautiful, bejeweled and demure
She made it always sure
That her children never had to suffer
And that they laughed aloud
Through summer, rain and cold,
Whether they huddled in huts,
Slept on littered pavements,
Were stacked like sardines
In streaking trains, clad in sweat,
Or ensconced in comfort
On Malabar, Pali, Cumbala Hills.
Her lap was home
For all those who came
From distant lands
Indian and abroad,
She was home for the persecuted
From all over the globe,
A cultured madam to the sailors,
Who set foot on her shores,
In their quest for gold and scents,
Gems, wisdom and condiments.
Her children were of diverse hue
Like a bird’s colourful plume,
Like a rainbow on Arabian Sea
In the glitter of monsoon eve.
In you were blended, dear Mumbai,
Passion, culture, spice of life,
Hidden beneath your wealth and posh
Indeed was an unseen bond
That tied us rich and poor
All alike like gleaming gems
In a necklace of Indianness,
A marvel as ancient as Ganges
And our sacred unwritten scriptures.
We walked your streets
Like in a dream
As do romantic leads
In fairy-tales feathery light
Played on our silver-screens.
Our goals were sure,
Our eyes azure,
We never had time for care,
Your embrace was so secure.
Temple, church and mosque we built
Together in one-nation spirit.
We didn’t think even the least
Varied Gods in them we placed,
For something sacred from our past
Told us we were never apart.
We cackled like Diwali crackers
As we feasted Ramadan nights,
We smiled like Christmas morn,
We were always one and one.
Alas, gone are those golden days
Of trust, friendship, healthy sport.
Ours now is a miserable lot
Full of distrust, venomous thought.
Laughter and felicity we forgot,
Distraught we are by the thought:
“The man next doors has a scheming look,
Looks askance, he’s a crook,
Oh God, he has a different God,
Time now I preserved mine dear Lord”.
We lost our sleep, we lost our mirth,
We lost our soul of Indianness,
We built walls and barbed their tops
Mounting on them barking guns.
Indians died and in their place,
Hindus, Muslims, Christians rose,
Language split our souls apart,
For sons of the soil we all fought.
Down we sank - a diseased nation
Fertile ground for contagion.
Misguided religion, death and terror,
Our enemies have them without any measure.
They are indeed a vilely lot,
Who place bombs in market hearts,
Desecrate all our holy hearths,
Shoot and kill us sans any thought.
Drunk of political power, drained of wit,
Leaders of the masses wilt,
Cringing for crumbs, alms and favour
On long corridors of power,
Puppets moved by perpetrators
Of crimes, arson, riots, who conspire
To undermine what remains
Of our humane Indianness
And our strides in sciences
All the way up to the Moon’s surface.
Impotent we stand and witness
The gruesome terror senseless,
A volcanic rage fumes inside
As poor Mumbai bleeds and wails
Her sons fall in acts of bravery
Never heard before in history
Sanguine buds in a sacrificial pit
In the darkness of November nights.
A nation cries aloud to heavens
To send her a saviour son,
Alas! in the pitch darkness around
Will she ever find that dear one?
Will her prayers ever be heard?
Will he come half-clad,
With a disarming smile, bespectacled,
Holding a walking stick, of concrete will,
Speaking a language of peace?
Or will he be seen under a tree
With a message to set us free
In the Kingdom of our Indianness
Of Love’s Universal Consciousness?
OM SHANTIH, SHANTIH, SHANTIHI
Madathil Nair
Ah me, she has been struck
By men of satanic design,
Senseless scary spectres,
In a horrible dance of terror.
She had seen her children die
In riots, blasts and fire,
They are again mowed down
Now in a nightmare
By wickedness unparalleled,
Devilish and devious.
Beautiful, bejeweled and demure
She made it always sure
That her children never had to suffer
And that they laughed aloud
Through summer, rain and cold,
Whether they huddled in huts,
Slept on littered pavements,
Were stacked like sardines
In streaking trains, clad in sweat,
Or ensconced in comfort
On Malabar, Pali, Cumbala Hills.
Her lap was home
For all those who came
From distant lands
Indian and abroad,
She was home for the persecuted
From all over the globe,
A cultured madam to the sailors,
Who set foot on her shores,
In their quest for gold and scents,
Gems, wisdom and condiments.
Her children were of diverse hue
Like a bird’s colourful plume,
Like a rainbow on Arabian Sea
In the glitter of monsoon eve.
In you were blended, dear Mumbai,
Passion, culture, spice of life,
Hidden beneath your wealth and posh
Indeed was an unseen bond
That tied us rich and poor
All alike like gleaming gems
In a necklace of Indianness,
A marvel as ancient as Ganges
And our sacred unwritten scriptures.
We walked your streets
Like in a dream
As do romantic leads
In fairy-tales feathery light
Played on our silver-screens.
Our goals were sure,
Our eyes azure,
We never had time for care,
Your embrace was so secure.
Temple, church and mosque we built
Together in one-nation spirit.
We didn’t think even the least
Varied Gods in them we placed,
For something sacred from our past
Told us we were never apart.
We cackled like Diwali crackers
As we feasted Ramadan nights,
We smiled like Christmas morn,
We were always one and one.
Alas, gone are those golden days
Of trust, friendship, healthy sport.
Ours now is a miserable lot
Full of distrust, venomous thought.
Laughter and felicity we forgot,
Distraught we are by the thought:
“The man next doors has a scheming look,
Looks askance, he’s a crook,
Oh God, he has a different God,
Time now I preserved mine dear Lord”.
We lost our sleep, we lost our mirth,
We lost our soul of Indianness,
We built walls and barbed their tops
Mounting on them barking guns.
Indians died and in their place,
Hindus, Muslims, Christians rose,
Language split our souls apart,
For sons of the soil we all fought.
Down we sank - a diseased nation
Fertile ground for contagion.
Misguided religion, death and terror,
Our enemies have them without any measure.
They are indeed a vilely lot,
Who place bombs in market hearts,
Desecrate all our holy hearths,
Shoot and kill us sans any thought.
Drunk of political power, drained of wit,
Leaders of the masses wilt,
Cringing for crumbs, alms and favour
On long corridors of power,
Puppets moved by perpetrators
Of crimes, arson, riots, who conspire
To undermine what remains
Of our humane Indianness
And our strides in sciences
All the way up to the Moon’s surface.
Impotent we stand and witness
The gruesome terror senseless,
A volcanic rage fumes inside
As poor Mumbai bleeds and wails
Her sons fall in acts of bravery
Never heard before in history
Sanguine buds in a sacrificial pit
In the darkness of November nights.
A nation cries aloud to heavens
To send her a saviour son,
Alas! in the pitch darkness around
Will she ever find that dear one?
Will her prayers ever be heard?
Will he come half-clad,
With a disarming smile, bespectacled,
Holding a walking stick, of concrete will,
Speaking a language of peace?
Or will he be seen under a tree
With a message to set us free
In the Kingdom of our Indianness
Of Love’s Universal Consciousness?
OM SHANTIH, SHANTIH, SHANTIHI
Madathil Nair
Tuesday, November 25, 2008
A PRAYER TO BHAGAWAN RAMANA MAHARSHI
Oh, brilliant eyes!
Yet to blossom smile!
Visage profoundly serene!
Show me the way sublime.
Out of this mesh much knotted,
In which I am woefully trapped,
Made of mind and intellect
Understanding and what not,
Of teachers by whom I aver,
Of books I don’t close ever,
Of a body demanding care,
Of senses gone haywire.
I know all these to be
Not me, because I do see.
Yet, I know not the seeing me,
For blind is my inner eye.
“All you know is you are not,
What knows is you” I am taught
"Knowing this much will suffice
You then are self-realized".
“A mere understanding, isn’t this?”
I question losing all my wits.
“Yes, it is so by all the means,
It does take place in the mind”.
“Isn’t mind in knowing?” I ask
“So what?” “The wise does think” they remark
“The wise does act, the wise does read,
The wise does enjoy the food he eats”.
“Granted all that” I concede
“The wise knows not that he reads,
That he acts and that he eats,
The way we do so incomplete”.
Didn’t our Sage say the wise is like
One in himself fast asleep
On a shaky cart on potholed track
Knowing not the shocking creaks.
My soulful plea therefore Lord Ramana,
Dear Sage of Holy Arunachala!
Cast your kind glance upon me
Truth of “Who am I?” so I see.
So I realize what it is like
Being in this tumultuous sea
Knowing and yet knowing not
Knowing all as me in me.
Soaring up and up the sky
Wingless, mindless, ever-free,
Unbridled by whims of intellect,
Unburdened by notions pet,
In the sky of Pure Being
To which Your eyes beckon,
To the beauty of spaceless expanse,
Where Your smile shines and awakens.
ramaNArpaNaM astu
Yet to blossom smile!
Visage profoundly serene!
Show me the way sublime.
Out of this mesh much knotted,
In which I am woefully trapped,
Made of mind and intellect
Understanding and what not,
Of teachers by whom I aver,
Of books I don’t close ever,
Of a body demanding care,
Of senses gone haywire.
I know all these to be
Not me, because I do see.
Yet, I know not the seeing me,
For blind is my inner eye.
“All you know is you are not,
What knows is you” I am taught
"Knowing this much will suffice
You then are self-realized".
“A mere understanding, isn’t this?”
I question losing all my wits.
“Yes, it is so by all the means,
It does take place in the mind”.
“Isn’t mind in knowing?” I ask
“So what?” “The wise does think” they remark
“The wise does act, the wise does read,
The wise does enjoy the food he eats”.
“Granted all that” I concede
“The wise knows not that he reads,
That he acts and that he eats,
The way we do so incomplete”.
Didn’t our Sage say the wise is like
One in himself fast asleep
On a shaky cart on potholed track
Knowing not the shocking creaks.
My soulful plea therefore Lord Ramana,
Dear Sage of Holy Arunachala!
Cast your kind glance upon me
Truth of “Who am I?” so I see.
So I realize what it is like
Being in this tumultuous sea
Knowing and yet knowing not
Knowing all as me in me.
Soaring up and up the sky
Wingless, mindless, ever-free,
Unbridled by whims of intellect,
Unburdened by notions pet,
In the sky of Pure Being
To which Your eyes beckon,
To the beauty of spaceless expanse,
Where Your smile shines and awakens.
ramaNArpaNaM astu
Saturday, September 6, 2008
Amrita Kitchen Onam Catering
AUM NAMASIVAYA !!!
We are happy to inform all of you that Amrita Kitchen has secured
Two ONA Sadhya orders, catering for about 1000 people. Another
Order for about 500 people is also expected with in this week. The
Commitment, dedication, selfless service and surrender to Amma by
Our Amrita kitchen Team is paying off.
This indeed is a challenging task and our kitchen team under the able
Guidance of Nirmalaji and Shiva Kumar has taken it Up in all earnest and enthusiasm. It becomes our duty to support them morally, physically, and financially. I have a humble prayer to each and every one of you to come forward and take this big task as our collective responsibility and make it a success.
Let us all contribute to the best of our ability by sponsoring different
Items; be it vegetables, or grocery,rice,sugar,milk ,bananaleaves etc so that maximum amount can be sent for the Amritakuteeram project .We have made a list of the required items for this Onam feast and the copies of it will be distributed amongst you. Kindly fill it up and tick the item you would like to sponsor either wholly or by part and return the same with your contributions if possible today itself. You may also hand over the same to the area coordinators by the next weekly Bhajan. We would also require volunteers to transport utensils, food and people and all other associated works. The respective area coordinators will be contacting you shortly for the same.
The first Onna sadhya is for Palghat Pravasi Association – Palpak on the 1st of October and the second one is for Amicos on the 10th of October, The third awaiting confirmation is for NAFO Kuwait.we are very thankful to these organizations for giving us this opportunity.We are ever grateful to Malhotra family for all the support and assistance,
For all clarifications please contact Mrs,Nirmala Narayanan.The proceeds from this as you all know will go to AMMAS Amritakuteeram project, Let us all pray Amma for her grace , blessings and success of Our endeavor.
Swamiji when he visited last time had instructed us to practice IAM Technique; a meditation technique initiated by Amma which is catching up all over the world . Swamiji also Wished that we popularize this among the like minded people here.Please contact Narayananji for all information regarding this.
Aum Amriteswaryai Namah !!!
We are happy to inform all of you that Amrita Kitchen has secured
Two ONA Sadhya orders, catering for about 1000 people. Another
Order for about 500 people is also expected with in this week. The
Commitment, dedication, selfless service and surrender to Amma by
Our Amrita kitchen Team is paying off.
This indeed is a challenging task and our kitchen team under the able
Guidance of Nirmalaji and Shiva Kumar has taken it Up in all earnest and enthusiasm. It becomes our duty to support them morally, physically, and financially. I have a humble prayer to each and every one of you to come forward and take this big task as our collective responsibility and make it a success.
Let us all contribute to the best of our ability by sponsoring different
Items; be it vegetables, or grocery,rice,sugar,milk ,bananaleaves etc so that maximum amount can be sent for the Amritakuteeram project .We have made a list of the required items for this Onam feast and the copies of it will be distributed amongst you. Kindly fill it up and tick the item you would like to sponsor either wholly or by part and return the same with your contributions if possible today itself. You may also hand over the same to the area coordinators by the next weekly Bhajan. We would also require volunteers to transport utensils, food and people and all other associated works. The respective area coordinators will be contacting you shortly for the same.
The first Onna sadhya is for Palghat Pravasi Association – Palpak on the 1st of October and the second one is for Amicos on the 10th of October, The third awaiting confirmation is for NAFO Kuwait.we are very thankful to these organizations for giving us this opportunity.We are ever grateful to Malhotra family for all the support and assistance,
For all clarifications please contact Mrs,Nirmala Narayanan.The proceeds from this as you all know will go to AMMAS Amritakuteeram project, Let us all pray Amma for her grace , blessings and success of Our endeavor.
Swamiji when he visited last time had instructed us to practice IAM Technique; a meditation technique initiated by Amma which is catching up all over the world . Swamiji also Wished that we popularize this among the like minded people here.Please contact Narayananji for all information regarding this.
Aum Amriteswaryai Namah !!!
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