Who Am I? (part- 1)

I’m not Mani, or Joseph or Hussain or Reshma.
I cry,  Was I not there,  before my my name was given?
I shout,  Will I not be there if somebody takes away the name from me?
I argue,  Won’t the rose smell,  if its name changes into pig?
I defy,  Will the honey in the bottle become poison If such a lable is pasted on it?

I'm not my name.
Though people call me so.,
Though my parents imposed on me such identity,
Though I was made to remember  myself with that,
Because the lable cannot become the product.

Then,  Am I the body that I care more everyday?
I’m not the body that is the house inside which I temporarily live,
I’m neither young nor aged, since my house is only new or old.
I’m neither black,  Nor beautiful,
Neither tall nor short,
Neither sick nor  healthy,
Neither fat  nor lean,
Since only my'bloody' house is so.
I have to vacate this house
When it grows old and becomes unfit to live.
Am I so stupid to cover my house with blanket called dress?
Am I so mad to spend many hours to decorate my house before mirror?
Why do I hang jewels to my house and be proud of doing that?
Ha..ha.. Why do I look for my ‘own house’ of 2BHK or 3BHK carrying my own house?
Perhaps my real enemies are those who taught me such habits.

Am I a lecturer? Or just I identify myself falsely with my profession?
Was I not there before getting into that profession?
Will I not be there after resigning or retiring my job?
If I’m not a lecturer,  how can I become HOD or Principal, Or C. M or P M?
I’m not my profession that is a role I’m made to play.
Just like the role of husband  to my wife,
That of son to my father ,
That of father to my son,
That of friend to my friends and many more.
All these false identities are not me.

Am I my mind who never leaves me unless I’m asleep or unconscious?
Whether my mind is me or my friend or my enemy?
Whether my mind thinks or I think?
If both are same,  I = my mind.
When my mind is innocent,  people say,  I’m innocent.
When my mind is brilliant,  people say,  I’m brilliant.
When my mind is cunning,  people say,  I’m cunning.
When my mind is silent,  people say,  I’m silent.
So I’m my mind.

My parents deposited something into my mind,
My teachers fed up something,
My religion programmed something,
My society tailored something to my mind.
My friends,  relatives,  neighbours,
TV channels,  Movies,  Mr. Net,  Miss. Whatsapp,  Miss Facebook
All filled me with what I’m now.
What my mind consumed is real or unreal or mixed?
Sometimes I or my mind look like a dustbin breathing out foul smell.
Am I really my mind or consciousness (arivu )that is conscious of all these things?

Let the inner journey continue after a halt…

Build Your Energy to find your Treasure…

1.Energy is within our body and outside the body in the vast universe.

2.Amount of energy in individuals vary from lower,  middle and higher level according to natural body structure,  age, gender, way of living and state of mind.

3.The more you are emotional,  the less your energy is. The more you are conscious or peaceful,  the more your energy level is.

4.The points,  chakras and glands of body which can receive energy from the universe are inactive almost in all people.

5.Energy building or cultivation of energy is essential to return to invulnerable youthful state of body and ever awakened conscious state of mind.

6.Numerous Buddhist, Taoist and Indian Mystic schools have taught exercises and meditations to attain this state.

7.Cultivation of heart into higher Conscious  state and silence are the keys to find one’s own treasure.
8.Body should be strengthened first to be strong enough to hold the high energy field you build.

9.Those who lose, gain.  Those who gain, lose. Lose the unreal to gain the real.

10.Fruits are for the hungry and here is the garden gate : http://en.falundafa.org