~: JUGNI :~

a Sufic track, lyrics have been derived from folk stories and songs. The track’s central philosophy is the promotion of peace and love for mankind. Main Singers Arif Lohar and Meesha Shafi compliment each others’ styles effortlessly...

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=EA-0NRTvrWY

"Alif allah chambay di booti, tey meray murshid mann vich lai hoo"

My master has planted the fragrant seed of love in my heart

"Ho nafi uss baat da paani dey kay"

Which flourished with modesty, piety and acceptance of his existence

"Har ragaay harjai hoo"

My God is present in every throbbing pulse

"Ho joog joog jeevay mera murshid sohna"

My spiritual guide is ever-present

"Hatay jiss ay booti lai ho"

The one who blew life into me

"Pir meraya jugni ji"

I have the spirit of my guide

"Ae way allah waliyan di jugni ji"

The spirit of all the messengers who brought His message to this Earth

"Ae way nabbi pak di jugni ji"

The spirit of Holy Prophet

"Ae way maula ali wali jugni ji"

The spirit of Ali and his followers

"Ae way meray pir di jugni ji"

The spirit of my saint

"Ae way saaray sabaz di jugni ji"

The spirit of all his words

"Dum gutkoon, dum gutkoon, dum gutkoon, dum gootkun… karay Saeein"

Everytime I think of you God, my heart flutters

"Parhay tay kalma nabi da Parhay saeein pir merya"

So I recite the kalma whenever I think of God

"Jugni taar khaeein vich thaal"

O my creation, share whatever you have

"Chad duniya dey janjaal"

Remove yourself from worldly concerns

"Kuch ni nibna bandiya naal"

There is nothing that you can get from other human beings that you can take to the after-life

"Rakhi saabat sidh amaal"

Just keep you actions and intentions pure

"Jugni dig payee vich roi"

So absorbed was the creation that she stumbled into a ditch

"Othay ro ro kamli hoi"

There she wailed relentlessly

"Oddi vaath naye lainda koi"

But there was no one who enquired about her

"Tey kalmay binna nai mildi toi"

Remember, there is no salvation for anyone without remembering your creator

"Ho wanga charha lo kuriyon"

Put on your bangles, girls

"Meray daata dey darbaar dian"

Those that you get at your Master’s shrines

"Ho naa kar teeya khair piyari"

Daughter, don’t be proud of your youth

"Maan daindiya galaryaan"

Your mother scoffs and scolds you

"Din din talhi juwani jaandi"

That with each passing day, your youth slips by

"Joon sohna puthia lariyaan"

Even gold when put in the furnance moulds itself, there is absolutely no permanence

"Aurat marad, shehzaday sohney"

Women, men are like so beautiful

"O moti, O laa lariyaan"

Like pearls, like the gems

"Sir da sarfa kar naa jairey"

Those who are not self-centered

"Peen prem pya lariyan"

They are the ones who truly love the humanity

"O daatay day darbaan chaa akho"

Whenever you visit the darbar of any saint

"Pawan khair sawa lariyan"

God fulfils all your wishes and showers you with his blessings

"O wanga charha lo kuriyon meray daata tey darbar diyan"

Put on your bangles, girls … Those that you get at your Master’s shrines

"O wangha charha lo kuriyon meray daata tey darbar diyan"

Put on your bangles, girls … Those that you get at your Master’s shrines

"Dum gutkoon, dum gutkoon, dum gootkoon, gootkoon gootkon"

"Jugni ji

Jugni ji

Jugni ji…"

~ Things which touched my SOUL today ~

As on 26th Aug 2011:

- While on the skytrain I saw someone watering the grass in a cemetery :-) This cemetery had a lot of space left.

- I met this small town punjabi girl 'Dolly' at the parlor today who was really sweet but she told me how she misses India though she has been in Vancouver since last 3.5 years

- I wrote this long due email and was so so so Proud of myself as expressed myself fully and it made me feel so light..as if I just dropped a huge weight which I was carrying for the last 4 days :-)

And my soul thanks me for that decision !!

- The song 'Way back into Love' by Drew Barrymore & Hugh Grant from the movie 'Music & Lyrics'... made my day !!

- Music played by the DJ at the club !! It took me somewhere else !!

- Being there for your GirlFriends ... Always !! :-) even while they have fun

- Hanging out with random 22-year old Americans & talking to kill time ... lol

<< Chandni Prashar >>

Alien Like You - By Sebastian Pigott

I know what you're feeling

Is hard to believe in

That home must be millions and millions of light-years away

So let the stars align

And let the water make wine 'cause

Broken souls will become whole tonight, whoa tonight

We know it's right so

Lift your eyes and let me in

'Cause baby I'm an alien like you

Will you ever wake at night and realize the

Reason why you knew me then

Is maybe I'm an alien too

Will you ever let me be an alien with you !!

Aren't you tired of running

From what you're becoming

The truth is it's useless there's nowhere to go, it's not going to find you,

So let the heavens flare

And let's not be scared, 'cause

We know love's a world above this one

It's like the sun so

Lift your eyes and let me in

'Cause baby I'm an alien like you

Will you ever wake at night and realize the

Reason why you knew me then

Is maybe I'm an alien too

Will you ever let me be an alien with you

Well the days of solitude are gone

Because we've both spent a way too long

Hearing voices on the radio

And we can't let anybody know

Lift your eyes and let me in

'Cause baby I'm an alien like you

Will you ever wake at night and realize the

Reason why you knew me then

Is maybe I'm an alien too

Will you ever let me be an alien

With you

Map your own life - By Elizabeth Gilbert

http://www.oprah.com/omagazine/Elizabeth-Gilbert-Talk-from-O-Magazines-10th-Anniversary-Video

Nearly all the women I know are stressing themselves sick over the pathological fear that they simply aren't doing enough with their lives. Which is crazy—absolutely flat-out bananas—because the women I know do a lot, and they do it well. My cousin Sarah, for instance, is earning her master's degree in international relations, while simultaneously working for a nonprofit that builds playgrounds at woefully underfunded public schools. Kate is staying home and raising the two most enchanting children I've ever met—while also working on a cookbook. Donna is producing Hollywood blockbusters; Stacy is running a London bank; Polly just launched an artisanal bakery...

By all rights, every one of these clever, inventive women should be radiant with self-satisfaction. Instead, they twitch with near-constant doubt, somehow worrying that they are failing at life. Sarah worries that she should be traveling around the world instead of committing to a master's degree. Kate worries that she's wasting her education by staying home with her kids. Donna worries that she's endangering her marriage by working such long hours. Stacy worries that the capitalistic world of banking is murdering her creativity. Polly worries that her artisanal bakery might not be quite capitalistic enough. All of them worry that they need to lose 10 pounds.

It's terribly frustrating for me to witness this endless second-guessing. The problem is, I do it, too. Despite having written five books, I worry that I have not written the right kinds of books, or that perhaps I have dedicated too much of my life to writing, and have therefore neglected other aspects of my being. (Like, I could really stand to lose 10 pounds.)

So here's what I want to know: Can we lighten up a little?

As we head into this next decade, can we draft a joint resolution to drop the crazy-making expectation that we must all be perfect friends and perfect mothers and perfect workers and perfect lovers with perfect bodies who dedicate ourselves to charity and grow our own organic vegetables, at the same time that we run corporations and stand on our heads while playing the guitar with our feet?

When I look at my life and the lives of my female friends these days—with our dizzying number of opportunities and talents—I sometimes feel as though we are all mice in a giant experimental maze, scurrying around frantically, trying to find our way through. But maybe there's a good historical reason for all this overwhelming confusion. We don't have centuries of educated, autonomous female role models to imitate here (there were no women quite like us until very recently), so nobody has given us a map. As a result, we each race forth blindly into this new maze of limitless options. And the risks are steep. We make mistakes. We take sharp turns, hoping to stumble on an open path, only to bump into dead-end walls and have to back up and start all over again. We push mysterious levers, hoping to earn a reward, only to learn—whoops, that was a suffering button!

To make matters even more stressful, we constantly measure ourselves against each other's progress, which is a truly dreadful habit. My sister, Catherine, told me recently about a conversation she'd had with a sweet neighbor who—after watching Catherine spend an afternoon organizing a scavenger hunt for all the local kids—said sadly, "You're such a better mother than I will ever be." At which point, my sister grabbed her friend's hands and said, "Please. Let's not do this to each other, okay?"

No, seriously—please. Let's not.

Because it breaks my heart to know that so many amazing women are waking up at 3 o'clock in the morning and abusing themselves for not having gone to art school, or for not having learned to speak French, or for not having organized the neighborhood scavenger hunt. I fear that—if we continue this mad quest for perfection—we will all end up as stressed-out and jumpy as those stray cats who live in Dumpsters behind Chinese restaurants, forever scavenging for scraps of survival while pulling out their own hair in hypervigilant anxiety.

So let's drop it, maybe?

Let's just anticipate that we (all of us) will disappoint ourselves somehow in the decade to come. Go ahead and let it happen. Let somebody else be a better mother than you for one afternoon. Let somebody else go to art school. Let somebody else have a happy marriage, while you foolishly pick the wrong guy. (Hell, I've done it; it's survivable.) While you're at it, take the wrong job. Move to the wrong city. Lose your temper in front of the boss, quit training for that marathon, wolf down a truckload of cupcakes the day after you start your diet. Blow it all catastrophically, in fact, and then start over with good cheer. This is what we all must learn to do, for this is how maps get charted—by taking wrong turns that lead to surprising passageways that open into spectacularly unexpected new worlds. So just march on. Future generations will thank you—trust me—for showing the way, for beating brave new footpaths out of wonky old mistakes.

Fall flat on your face if you must, but please, for the sake of us all, do not stop.

Map your own life.

- By Elizabeth Gilbert, author of Eat, Pray, Love

The Art of TRAVEL

Mastering the art of travel is not accomplished with practice or talent.

No school will give you a bachelors degree in not getting shot while backpacking through eastern Africa. Or in avoiding Montezuma's revenge on your trek through Mexico.

It's a way of life. Unknown to the majority, it's almost impossible to convey to your friends back home over the course of a single conversation. It's more of a feeling, it's the excitement I experience the night before a trip.

The high that comes with booking a one-way train ticket to a place I've never heard of. It's the little things that so often go unnoticed.

"After A While" ©1971 Veronica A. Shoffstall

After a while you learn

the subtle difference between

holding a hand and chaining a soul

and you learn

that love doesn't mean leaning

and company doesn't always mean security.

And you begin to learn

that kisses aren't contracts

and presents aren't promises

and you begin to accept your defeats

with your head up and your eyes ahead

with the grace of woman,

not the grief of a child

and you learn

to build all your roads on today

because tomorrow's ground is

too uncertain for plans

and futures have a way of falling down

in mid-flight.

After a while you learn

that even sunshine burns

if you get too much

so you plant your own garden

and decorate your own soul

instead of waiting for someone

to bring you flowers.

And you learn that you really can endure

you really are strong

you really do have worth

and you learn

and you learn

with every goodbye, you learn...

: I'm doing GOD, How are you doing?

Whereas doing GOOD is usually a part-time thing, doing GOD is full-time.

Doing GOD is the highest form of living. Everyone is capable of doing GOD - it is what we were created to do.

I used to think you had to be a priest to do GOD full-time, but I realize now that you just have to faithfully walking in alignment with your GOD-given purpose daily !!

-As shared by a Friend