Mechanical Living

What is mechanical? What is a machine? A soulless thing is a machine, you know. This is the classic definition. When there is a soul, it is no more a machine. We may work like machines, but we must never become machines. Now, when you don’t put your heart into it, you are as good as a machine, and your life is mechanical. So where is the responsibility? In you!


The things which through our wrong-doings have assumed the form of miseries and afflictions will begin to wither away, or shall be over-influenced by the effect of superior consciousness. They shall in course of time be entirely cleared and their outbursts shall also cease. Man will then be in a state of soul-consciousness, which was originally enlivened by the effect of divine will.

The other side

A father was reading a magazine and his little daughter every now and then distracted him.
Trying to keep her busy, he tore out one page on which was printed the map of the world. He then tore the page into pieces and asked her to go to her room and put them together to make the map again.

He was sure she would take the whole day to get it done. But the little one came back within minutes with the perfect map…
When he asked how she could do it so quickly, she said, “Oh ¦ Dad, there is a man’s face on the other side of the paper… I made the face perfect to get the map right.” She ran outside to play leaving the father surprised.

*There is always the other side to whatever you experience in this world.
This story indirectly teaches a lesson. i.e. whenever we come across a  challenge or a puzzling situation, look at the other side… You will
be surprised to see an easy way to tackle the problem.*

Love and Time

Once upon a time, there was an island where all the feelings lived: Happiness, Sadness, Knowledge, and all of the others, including Love. One day it was announced to the feelings that the island would sink, so all constructed boats and left. Except for Love.

Love was the only one who stayed. Love wanted to hold out until the last possible moment. When the island had almost sunk, Love decided to ask for help.

Richness was passing by Love in a grand boat. Love said, “Richness, can you take me with you?”

Richness answered, “No, I can’t. There is a lot of gold and silver in my boat. There is no place here for you.”

Love decided to ask Vanity who was also passing by in a beautiful vessel. “Vanity, please help me!” “I can’t help you, Love. You are all wet and might damage my boat,” Vanity answered.

Sadness was close by so Love asked, “Sadness, let me go with you.” “Oh . . . Love, I am so sad that I need to be by myself!” Happiness passed by Love, too, but she was so happy that she did not even hear when Love called her.

Suddenly, there was a voice, “Come, Love, I will take you.” It was an elder.
So blessed and overjoyed, Love even forgot to ask the elder where they were going. When they arrived at dry land, the elder went his own way. Realizing how much was owed the elder, Love asked Knowledge, another elder, “Who Helped me?”

“It was Time,” Knowledge answered.

“Time?” asked Love. “But why did Time help me?” Knowledge smiled with deep wisdom and answered, “Because only Time is capable of understanding how valuable Love is.”

Master’s Love

Pure love comes only from a Master. He loves, not because he depends on your love, but because it is his nature to love…. It is like the perfume of a rose; it is for everybody. If a murderer takes a rose it is the same perfume as if a saint takes a rose. It cannot be different. In nature it is like that – an apple is an apple to everybody, or a rose is a rose to everybody.


My Master  never believed in teaching. He believed in enabling the students to learn by themselves. I was a salesman all my life and there is an axiom in a salesman’s life: A salesman never sells; he makes the customer buy. Similarly, in education we should not teach, or at least overtly we should not be teaching. We must make the student think he is learning. The student must have his self-respect intact – “Yes, sir, I have learnt.” Not that, “I have been taught!” He must be able to proudly say the truth: “My teacher indicated the way. The rest I did.” We must be path-finders.