Friday, February 6, 2026

1. Affirmations - Tongue is Powerful.

Adapted from an audio:


 The tongue is so powerful.


I got to speak good over my life at all times.


I cannot speak struggle everyday and expect blessings to arrive.


When I keep saying "I am broke, I am tired, nothing ever works for me", my body listens, my nervous system listens, my life responds. 


Words are seeds. What I "say" is what I water. So, I need to speak of the place I got to walk towards, not the place where I am standing in, or I was! 


I need to build my life with these affirmations:


ЁЯФ╣I am supported

ЁЯФ╣I am aligned

ЁЯФ╣I am being guided 

ЁЯФ╣I am blessed 


This is not pretending. This is choosing which future I want to feed.


Quietly, Gently - Life begins to transform

Monday, January 26, 2026

5. Sansaar - рк░ુркгાркиુркмંркз.

 рк░ુркгાркиુркмંркзркиા рк▓ીркзે ркЖрккркгો рк╕ંрккрк░્ркХ ркеркпો ркЕркиે ркЖ ркнрк╡ркиા рк░ુркгાркиુркмંркз рккૂрк░્ркг ркеાркп ркд્ркпાં рк╕ુркзી рк░рк╣ેрк╢ે.


ркХાંркИркХ ркмાркХી рк░рк╣ી ркЬાркп ркЕркерк╡ા ркХાંркИ ркЙркоેрк░ાркп, ркдો ркПрк╡ું ркмркиે ркХે ркЖркЧрк│ ркЙрккрк░ рккркг ркП рк╡્ркпрк╡рк╣ાрк░ркиું ркЕркиુрк╕ંркзાрки ркеાркп.


ркоોрк╣, рк░ાркЧ ркЕркиે ркж્рк╡ેрк╖ркиા рккрк░િркгાркоો рк╕ંрк╕ાрк░ркиા рк╡ркзрк╡ાркиું ркХાрк░ркг ркЫે ркЕркиે ркЕркиંркд ркХાрк│ркеી ркП ркЬ ркХрк░ркдો ркЖрк╡્ркпો ркЫું. ркЬેрко ркЕркиાркжિркеી рккрк░િркн્рк░ркоркг ркЪાрк▓ે ркЫે, ркдેрко ркЕркиંркд ркХાрк│ рк╕ુркзી ркЪાрк▓ે ркПрк╡ા рккрк░િркгાркоો ркжрк░ેркХ ркХ્рк╖ркгે ркмાંркзркдો рк░рк╣્ркпો ркЫું, ркХાрк░ркг ркХે ркЕркиંркдાркиુркмંркзિ ркХрк╖ાркпો рккрк░ рк╣ркЬી ркЪોркХркбી рккркбી ркиркеી.


ркЬ્ркпાં рк╕ુркзી ркоાрк░ી ркоાрки્ркпркдા рки ркмркжрк▓ાркп, ркд્ркпાં рк╕ુркзી ркоાрк░ો рк╕ркдркд рккુрк░ુрк╖ાрк░્рке ‘рк╕ંрк╕ાрк░, рк╕ંрк╕ાрк░ ркЕркиે рк╕ંрк╕ાрк░’ ркЬ рк╡ркзાрк░рк╡ાркиો ркЪાрк▓ркдો рк░рк╣ેрк╢ે ркП ркоркиે рк▓ркХ્рк╖ркоાં рк░ાркЦрк╡ું ркЫે; ркЕркиે ркЬ્ркпાં рк╕ુркзી ркП рккુрк░ુрк╖ાрк░્рке ркЫે, ркд્ркпાં рк╕ુркзી ркЕркиંркд рк╕ંрк╕ાрк░ ркКркнો ркЬ ркЫે.


ркоાрки્ркпркдા ркмркжрк▓рк╡ાркеી ркЬ ркоાрки્ркпркдા ркмркжрк▓ાрк╢ે; ркмીркЬી ркХોркИ рк░ીркдે ркирк╣ીં.


рк╢ું ркоркиે ркоાрк░ી ркоાрки્ркпркдા ркмркжрк▓рк╡ી ркЫે?


рк╢ું ркКંркбે ркКંркбે рккркг ркоркиે рк╕ંрк╕ાрк░ркоાં ркЬ рк░рк╕ ркЫે?


рк╢ું рклркХ્ркд ркмрк╣િрк░્ркоુркЦ рк░рк╣ીркиે рк╕ાркзркиો рк╕ેрк╡рк╡ાркеી ркХાрко ркеркИ ркЬрк╢ે ркПрк╡ી ркЖрк╢ાркоાં ркЬ ркЖ ркЕркоૂрк▓્ркп ркоркиુрк╖્ркпркнрк╡ркиો рк╕ркоркп рк╡્ркпркдીркд ркеркИ рк░рк╣્ркпો ркЫે?


рк╢ું ркЖ рк╕ંрк╕ાрк░ркиો ркЕંркд рк▓ાрк╡рк╡ાркиા рк╡િркЪાрк░ો ркоркиે рк╣ркЪркоркЪાрк╡ી ркжે ркЫે, ркХે рккркЫી ‘рк╢ુркн-ркЕрк╢ુркн, рккુркг્ркп-рккાркк’ ркХрк░ркдાં ркХрк░ркдાં ркЖ ркЖрко ркЬ ркЪાрк▓ркдું рк░рк╣ેрк╢ે ркПрк╡ું ркиેрккрке્ркпркоાં рк╕્рк╡ીркХાрк░ ркЫે?


ркЕрк╕્ркдુ!

Tuesday, January 20, 2026

4. рд╣рд░ि рдиाрдо рдк्рдпाрд░ा.

 рд╕ाँрд╕ों рдХा рдмोрд▓े рдЗрдХрддाрд░ा, рд╣рд░ि рдиाрдо рдк्рдпाрд░ा рдк्рдпाрд░ा, рд╣рд░ि рдиाрдо рдк्рдпाрд░ा


рд▓ूрдЯेрдЧा рдХ्рдпा, рдХोрдИ рд▓ुрдЯेрд░ा, рд╣рд░ि рдХे рдмिрдиा рдХрдЫु рдФрд░ рди рдоेрд░ा

рднрд╡рд╕ाрдЧрд░ рдХी рд▓рд╣рд░ рд▓рд╣рд░ рдоें, рддू рд╣ी рддो рдПрдХ рдХिрдиाрд░ा

рд╣рд░ि рдиाрдо рдк्рдпाрд░ा рдк्рдпाрд░ा, рд╣рд░ि рдиाрдо рдк्рдпाрд░ा (рез)


рд╣рд░ि рдХे рдмिрдиा рдХрдЫु, рдз्рдпाрди рд░рд╣ा рдиा, рдЧрд░्рд╡ рд░рд╣ा рдиा, рдоाрди рд░рд╣ा рдиा

рдбूрдмा рд╣ूँ рдЬрдм рд╕े рд╣рд░ि рдХे рднрдЬрди рдоें, рднूрд▓ рдЧрдпा рдоैं рдпे рдЬрдЧ рд╕ाрд░ा

рд╣рд░ि рдиाрдо рдк्рдпाрд░ा рдк्рдпाрд░ा, рд╣рд░ि рдиाрдо рдк्рдпाрд░ा (реи)


рдЧूँрдЬ рд░рд╣ी рд╣ै, рджिрд▓ рдоें рдоेрд░े, рд╣рд░ि рдХी рдзुрди, рд╕ाँрдЭ рд╕рд╡ेрд░े

рд╕्рдкрд░्рд╢ рд╣ृрджрдп рдХो рдХрд░рдХे рдХрд╣рддी, рд╡ो рд╣ी рддेрд░ा рдПрдХ рд╕рд╣ाрд░ा

рд╣рд░ि рдиाрдо рдк्рдпाрд░ा, рд╣рд░ि рдиाрдо рдк्рдпाрд░ा (рей)


рдпे рдЬीрд╡рди рд╣ै, рд╣рд░ि рдХो рдЕрд░्рдкрдг, рд╢ीрд╢ рдоेрд░ा рдФрд░ рдЙрдирдХे рдЪрд░рдг

рдоैं рдЙрдирдХा рд╣ूँ, рд╡ो рдоेрд░े рд╣ैं, рдРрд╕ा рд╣ी рд╣ै, рдиाрддा рд╣рдоाрд░ा

рд╣рд░ि рдиाрдо рдк्рдпाрд░ा, рд╣рд░ि рдиाрдо рдк्рдпाрд░ा (рек)

3. рк░ાркЬркиું рк░ાркЬ ркЫે.

 рк╢ркХ્ркдિркиો рк╕્ркд્рк░ોркд рк╡ીрк░ ркЫે

рк╡рк░્ркзркоાрки ркЫркдા рк╕્ркеિрк░ ркЫે

ркоркиે ркХોркИ рк╡િркХрк▓્ркк ркиркеી

ркмркиાрк╡ે ркЕркиે ркЦрк╡ркбાрк╡ે ркЦીрк░ ркЫે


ркХૃрккાрк│ુркиી ркХૃрккા ркЫે

рк░ાркЬркиું рк░ાркЬ ркЫે

ркоાрк░ું ркмркзું ркП ркХрк░ે

ркоાрк░ા ркоાркеે ркдાркЬ ркЫે

Tuesday, January 13, 2026

2. 48 Kalyanaks: Dec 2025 (Blog).

 A Journey That Became a Yatra of the Soul ЁЯМ╝✨

What began on the morning of 25th December, with a flight lifting us away from Mumbai, the familiar maya nagar we call home, soon transformed into something far deeper than a holiday. For nine blessed days, we stepped away from routine life and walked into a living tapestry of faith, history, devotion, endurance, and togetherness.

Our first halt was Lucknow, where modern elegance met thoughtful remembrance. Between Ambedkar Park’s quiet grandeur and the vibrant storytelling of UP Darshan Park, the journey gently eased us from the world of schedules into the rhythm of a pilgrimage. Roads may have been closed, plans adjusted, but faith found its way through metro lines and shared laughter.

The next morning carried us to the sacred soil of Shravasti, where silence itself feels sanctified. Here, the air seemed to whisper centuries of Tapasya of Bhagwan Sambhavnath’s Janmasthali, and of Gautam Buddha’s Jetvan, where compassion once took spoken form. Moving seamlessly between Shwetamber and Digamber temples, Jain and Bauddha legacies, our hearts expanded beyond boundaries. The overnight stay felt less like rest and more like quiet absorption.

From there, we entered the devotional embrace of Ayodhya, staying two nights in the city where bhakti breathes through every lane. Standing before Ram Lalla, and then tracing the Kalyanak footprints of five Jain Tirthankars, Adinath, Ajitnath, Abhinandannath, Sumatinath, and Anantnath, we experienced devotion not as ritual alone, but as remembrance and humility. Bhajans echoed not just in temples, but in hearts and often in the bus, where tired voices still sang with joy.

The road onward tested our stamina and strengthened our bond. Prabhasgiri and Kaushambi offered profound stillness; the places where spiritual milestones were not announced loudly, but felt deeply. Reaching Prayagraj, we paused, and the next morning bowed at the Triveni Sangam, where rivers and inner currents converge. That silent pranam said more than words ever could.

As dusk fell on 30th December, we entered Varanasi, the eternal city. For four nights, time itself seemed to slow. From Bhelupur Parshwanath Kalyanak, Bhadaini Jain Ghat (Suparshwanath), Chandrapuri (Chandraprabhu Swami), to Sarnath (Shreyansnath Kalyanak), the Jain legacy unfolded with grace and depth, often in both Shwetamber and Digamber traditions, lovingly covered without distinction. Alongside, we stood awestruck at Kashi Vishwanath, and watched lamps float like prayers during the Ganga Aarti at Dashashwamedh Ghat, their reflections dancing with devotion on flowing waters.

Meals were often skipped, replaced by simple munching on the bus—but no one felt deprived. What sustained us was bhakti, kirtan, shared discipline, and a spirit of joyful adjustment. With 54 yatris—including children, some joining late, some departing early, the group remained remarkably harmonious. Laughter, patience, cooperation, and care became our unspoken companions.

On 3rd January 2026, as flights carried most of us back to Mumbai, we returned not just with souvenirs and photographs, but with memories sanctified by effort, hearts softened by devotion, and bonds strengthened by shared faith.

This was not merely a trip.
It was a collective success.
A journey that balanced discipline with devotion,
Diversity with unity,
And fatigue with fulfillment.

Gratitude to every yatri—for flexibility, faith, and fellowship.
Gratitude to the unseen hands that guided us safely.
And gratitude to the sacred land itself, for allowing us to walk its story.

May the merit of covering 48 Jain Kalyanaks, along with the great non-Jain spiritual centers, continue to illuminate our paths—long after the journey has ended. ЁЯЩП✨


Saturday, January 3, 2026

1. 48 Kalyanaks: Dec 2025 (Poem).

 рд╕ाрд▓ों рд╕े рд╣ै рдЗрд╕ рд╢рд░ीрд░ рдХा рдШрд░,

рдоुंрдмрдИ рдиाрдо рдХा рдоाрдпा рдирдЧрд░,

рдХुрдЫ рджिрдиों рдХे рд▓िрдП рдЪрд▓ рдкрдб़े рд╣рдо,

рдЙрд╕ рдоोрд╣-рдордпी рдХो рдЕрд▓рд╡िрджा рдХрд╣рдХрд░...


рдкрд╣ुँрдЪрддे рд╣ी рд▓рдЦрдирдК рд╢рд╣рд░,

рдмंрдж рд░ाрд╕्рддों рдХा рдордЪा рдеा рдХрд╣рд░,

рдмрд╕ рдХो рдЫोрдб़, рд╣рдо рдкрд╣ुँрдЪे рджुрд░्рдЧ्рдоा (restaurant),

рдоेрдЯ्рд░ो рд╕ुрд╡िрдзा рдХा рд╕рд╣ाрд░ा рд▓ेрдХрд░...


рд╕ंрддुрд╖्рдЯ рдХрд░рдХे рдЕрдкрдиा рдЬрдард░,

рдШूрдордиे рдиिрдХрд▓े рд╕рдб़рдХों рдкрд░,

рд╣ाрдеिрдпों рдХी рд╢्рд░ृंрдЦрд▓ा рджेрдЦ,

рдпूрдкी рджрд░्рд╢рди рдкाрд░्рдХ рдоें рдШुрдоाрдИ рдирдЬ़рд░...


рдЕрдЧрд▓ी рд╕ुрдмрд╣ рдЖрдЧे рдмрдв़ा рд╕рдл़рд░,

рд╢्рд░ाрд╡рд╕्рддी рднूрдоि рд╣ै рдкрд╡िрдд्рд░рддा рд╕рднрд░,

рдмुрдж्рдз рдЬी рдХे рд╕ैрдХрдб़ों рдЪाрддुрд░्рдоाрд╕,

рд╕ंрднрд╡ рдЬिрдирдХी рддрдкрд╕्рдпा рдк्рд░рдЦрд░...


рдЕрдпोрдз्рдпा рдирдЧрд░ी рд╣ै рднрдХ्рддि рд╕िрдорд░,

рд╢्рд░ी рд░ाрдо рдХे рдЪрд░рдгों рдоें рднрдХ्рдд рдмेрдл़िрдХрд░,

рдЖрджि, рдЕрдЬीрдд, рдЕрднिрдиंрджрди, рд╕ुрдорддि рд╕्рдкрд░्рд╢рди,

рдЕрдиंрдд рдЕंрдзрдХाрд░ рдоिрдЯा, рд▓ाрддा рдЙрдЬाрд▓ा рдЕрдорд░...


рдкрдж्рдо рдк्рд░рднु рдХा рд╣ै рдЬрд╣ाँ рдЕрдд्рддрд░,

рдЪंрджрдирдмाрд▓ा, рдЕрдиाрдеी, рдЕрдиेрдХ рдиे рдкूрдЬे рд╡ीрд░ рдИрд╢्рд╡рд░,

рдЧौрддрдо рдмुрдж्рдз рдХे рдк्рд░рд╕ंрдЧों рд╕े рд╕ुрд╡ाрд╕िрдд,

рдХौрд╢ांрдмी, рдк्рд░рднाрд╕рдЧिрд░ि рднी рд╣ै рдЕрддि рд╕ुंрджрд░...


рдЖрджि рдкुрд░ुрд╖ рджाрджा рдЛрд╖рдн рдЬिрдирд╡рд░,

рдк्рд░рдпाрдЧрд░ाрдЬ рдоें рдЬीрддा рдХрд░्рдо рд╕рдорд░,

рдд्рд░िрд╡ेрдгी рд╕ंрдЧрдо рдХो рдХрд░рдХे рдк्рд░рдгाрдо,

рд╡ाрд░ाрдгрд╕ी рдХो рдЫूрдиे рдХा рдЖрдпा рдЕрд╡рд╕рд░...


рдкाрд░рд╕ рдХे рдЪाрд░ рдХрд▓्рдпाрдгрдХों рдХी рдзрд░ोрд╣рд░,

рднेрд▓ूрдкुрд░ рдоें рд╡ंрджрди рдХрд░рддे рдиाрд░ी рдФрд░ рдирд░,

рд╕ुрдкाрд░्рд╢्рд╡ рджाрджा рдХी рд░ौрдирдХ,

рднрджैрдиी рдЬैрди рдШाрдЯ, рдЧंрдЧा рд▓рд╣рд░...


рдмुрдж्рдз рдХी рдк्рд░рдердо рджेрд╢рдиा, рд╕ाрд░рдиाрде рдиिрдЦрд░,

рд╢्рд░ेрдпांрд╕ рдк्рд░рднु рдХी рд╕िंрд╣рдкुрд░ी рдиिрдбрд░,

рдЪंрдж्рд░рдкुрд░ी рдоें рдЪрдордХ рд░рд╣ी рд╣ै,

рдЪंрдж्рд░рдк्рд░рднु рдХी рд╢ाрди рдиिрд░ंрддрд░...


рдЪिंрддाрдордгि (рдкाрд░рд╕) рдХे рдЪрд░рдгों рдоें рдЭुрдХाрдпा рд╕рд░,

рднोрд▓े рд╡िрд╢्рд╡рдиाрде рдХा рдЕрдж्рднुрдд рдоंрдЬрд░,

рдордЗрдпा рдХी рдЖрд░рддी рдХे, рдиाрд╡ рд╕े рджрд░्рд╢рди,

рд▓ौрдЯ рдЖрдП рд╣рдо, рднेंрдЯ, рдпाрджें, рдк्рдпाрд░ рд▓ेрдХрд░ !!!

Thursday, September 25, 2025

14. The Many Paths and the One Goal.

The Many Paths and the One Goal


In Jainism, the journey towards liberation (moksha) is often expressed through different approaches: Bhakti m─Бrga (devotion and surrender), Kriy─Б m─Бrga (rituals and practices), and J├▒─Бna m─Бrga (knowledge, wisdom, satsang). Many seekers attach themselves to one of these and proudly declare, “I belong to this path.” Yet this tendency arises from the very nature of the mind—it clings to identities and rests in familiar patterns.


At a deeper level, the truth is that the path to liberation is not confined to any single approach. The essence of moksha lies hidden within all these paths, and the seeker’s work is to balance them wisely, to embrace whatever nourishes inner progress, and to drop whatever binds.


But this balance can only emerge when I truly recognize who I am. My being today revolves around a false identity—the ┼Ыar─лra (body), mana (mind), and karma. This identity is bound by moha—attachment, aversion, and ignorance. Living only for the fulfillment of the body, the mind, or karmic fruits is essentially catering to this false self. The real identity is the ─Бtman (soul). Its upliftment lies in freeing it from karmic bondage, in transcending the cycle of ┼Ыubha (good) and a┼Ыubha (bad), and orienting myself towards ┼Ыuddha (pure). Between a┼Ыubha and ┼Ыubha, the latter is obviously preferable, yet even ┼Ыubha belongs to the realm of the false identity. Only ┼Ыuddha reveals the truth of who I am.


This realization shines brighter when placed against the backdrop of human birth. Manushya bhava is ati-mah─Б-durlabh—rarest of the rare. And in this life, I have been blessed with intact senses, a discerning intellect, limited desires, and access to the wisdom of dharma. These are not accidents of “luck” but the results of immense puruс╣г─Бrtha (efforts) across countless past lives. What I call “destiny” today is nothing but the fruit of yesterday’s effort.


The vital question, then, is how I use my present effort. If all my energy goes only into managing this one lifetime—into serving the false identity—I merely consume the fruits of past puruс╣г─Бrtha. But if I also dedicate myself to the higher aim—planning beyond death, aligning with the soul’s purity, and moving towards freedom—then today’s puruс╣г─Бrtha becomes the seed of liberation itself.


The wise way is balance: to fulfill the responsibilities of this birth, while drawing a line that guards sufficient time and effort for inner ascent. For if I miss this opportunity, it may be near impossible to regain such a birth—with stability, comfort, wisdom, and exposure to the true path of moksha.



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Conclusion


The path to liberation is not about choosing devotion over knowledge, or rituals over devotion. It is about piercing the illusion of the false identity and re-orienting towards the soul’s true identity. Bhakti, kriy─Б, and j├▒─Бna—all become meaningful only when they serve this higher aim of transcending ┼Ыubha-a┼Ыubha and moving into ┼Ыuddha. To live with this awareness is to honor the puruс╣г─Бrtha of countless past lives, to redeem the present one, and to step consciously towar

ds eternal freedom.