Let’s Practice Peace: World Cultural Festival

Sanskrit scriptures beautifully describes Kalyug(the last of the four stages the world goes through as part of the cycle) as the “Time of downfall”. One of the prophecy mentioned in Markandeyas discourse says “People will have thoughts of murder with no justification and will see nothing wrong in that”. This is why today the world today has become a place where killing becomes a no big deal for someone just on the name of religion. This is a time when dawn of humanity can be seen where humanity is utmost required.

Outrage in Middle East, terror attacks by ISIS and shootings in countries which qualify as the ambassadors of peace are few of the biggest examples showing evidence the prophecy quoted above is getting proven today. While writing this blog, Boko Haram burned 86 villagers alive in Nigeria. Countries promoting gun cultures are becoming the victims of their own strategies. At the same time, we are trying to defeat weapons of destruction with weapons. Guess who won? The weapons. The history knows weapons never lead to peace.

Then the question arises, what leads to peace then?I was fortunate to listen to H.H. Sri Sri Ravi Shankar when he said “When few hundreds of people(terrorists) around the world can shake this world then why thousands/millions of good people around the world can’t shake this planet with peace”. In the name of religion hundreds are dying everyday, then why not in the name of humanity we all can come together to honor every religion and to be peace ambassador for this planet.

I have seen friends from different religion and cultures visiting each others worship places to learn and to respect their cultures and traditions. Can’t we all as a big family live like friends and come together to learn each other cultures to honor and respect them,than proving O, your culture isn’t worthy. Can’t we come together to celebrate diversity, and to say out loudly that we are one though we have different ways to live life.

Time has come to be together, to hold each other hand and say you belong to me, this world belongs to me, every culture belongs to me, every human belongs to me. Let this Naad(sound) of peace begin with me. Lets come together as a family to promote peace and to honor this world and its culture in World Cultural Festival in New Delhi, India on 11,12,13 Mar 2016 where 3.5 million people are coming together to celebrate humanity, to celebrate religion, to celebrate diversity.

Lets celebrate together as a One World Family..!!!

India to New York

Everyone has some inclination towards people and dreams, doesn’t matter how much impossible it may seem. Dreams can be having an Audi, being a millionaire or to live in New York.

I had those dreams too. Wanted to see the humongous buildings, magnanimous culture the whole world always talked about.

I was living a content life(though I was jobless and had a recent breakup). Being the first youngster to stand for the people who were stuck in the hopeless mindset that life is only this and nothing better can ever happen. I and few of my Art of Living pals started a Slum project to improve life in one of the area of my city.  Within few months the condition in the slum started improving. I was interviewed 3 times in the news channel and was quoted several times in the newspaper. I was happy the way life was flowing, just like the thoughts in my mind during meditation.

I was ecstatic about USA especially New York, the World Trade Center and was dreaming in a big dream called life. With all the luck and fighting several times at several places I became the last guy to enter the university in that semester. My spirit was high and so were the buildings. I visited Empire State Building on 4th day and drove BMW Z4 on 2nd day in USA.

Life seemed full and content but not for long. I felt something missing from my life. It wasn’t my family I was missing nor were my friends. I wasn’t missing the fun or wisdom of truth nor was I missing my culture. But somewhere i could feel the absence of something really important.

Though I felt like rich here, but the richness India has in its aura is not even comparable with the richness here. Though cleanliness and those huge buildings were making me awestruck every moment I saw them but couldn’t gave me that contentment of soaking in the mud or driving my bike in the night when all you could see on either sides were farms with all scary noises. Though even now i see the richness everywhere, but the feeling of watching those slum kids going to school couldn’t match anything in this world.

You might drink or party hard every weekend or hang out with girls but sharing that love and motivating people who are unable to move ahead is what was missing from my life. Living life for some purpose, for someone else. Any other place might give me solace for a while, with wealth or respect but the tranquility you find placing your head on the lap of your mother land can never even match anything.

People across the globe might say thousands of things about India but one thing is surely right about India:

India isn’t a poor country rather India was never poor, India was and has always lead this world as a giver. And a giver can never be poor. India is magnanimous.