WHILE THE MUSIC STILL GOES ON

Everyone dances. Toddlers in elders’ arms. Grandmothers who can barely walk. The father’s friends who have left behind home and hearth and place of work to be here today. Brothers, sisters, cousins, relations by marriage, relations by business, relations by family ties deep rooted, often ignored, alive again in the joy of being together. Friends. Friends of friends. Their acquaintances. Young men chasing skirt. Girls basking in the attention.

College goers stare agape at an uncle who knows the moves for every song played, and performs with controlled elan. “He’s awesome!” they say, as they break into cheers and clap their hands to his moves. They seem surprised at the revelation that the older ones also lived a life like they do now.

Everyone dances. Including the bride and the groom. It is the togetherness, the crowd, the occasion, the ambience.

Raunaq.

It is Blessings. It is Hope. It is Love. And the Prana flows. In thanks to God for this moment. For the young couple who brought it about. For the stars in their eyes. For the innocent purity of their love. May it ever be so. May they have their share of sadness and challenges, and rise above them stronger and deeper in understanding and tolerance, and Thanks. May someone translate to them the words that are sung out in the place of worship as they walk around the presence of the guru.

The dance is a prayer.

Everyone lives in one’s own world of children, parents, friends, heartache, tragedy, wants, needs, problems. Everyone has reason to give in to the elation of the moment, and dance.

The deep throb of the Punjabi beats. Interspersed with the bawdy lilt of ‘hot’ Bollywood numbers.  No other music in one’s experience can produce such effect, except maybe the throb of the old Enfield motorcycle held by the knees….. and the tune of an Aarti rising from the heart.

Everyone dances. For what could have been. For what has been. For what is now. For what seems possible in this moment. In this coming together. In this start of a new life with the morning rays of hope, love, warmth, innocence, faith.

The father who lost a young son dances the hardest, from deep inside. He celebrates all other sons. He has been touched. He knows God. The grandma losing the battle to age and health dances the hardest. She celebrates having been there and seen it all. The uncle who is overwhelmed by the presence of the nephews and nieces from far away dances hardest. The father who is celebrating being with his daughter and wants to transmit joy to the son across the globe dances the hardest. The son who feels the blessings of so many gone by dances the hardest. The mother who hopes to marry her son off soon dances the hardest.

Dancing brings hope. Marriages-gone-sour dance, living again the moments of truth that are far sweeter than their meaningless squabbles. Celebrating a new beginning. Today, they ponder over giving it another shot. Marriages-looking-sweet dance. On hope. What-has-been dances for what-could-have-been, what-can-still-be.

Still-deeply-in-love dances.

When love comes on, everything pales in comparison. It is very powerful, this love that encompasses hope and faith and celebrates what is. We often cling to the ill-will and the ‘problems’, yet, whenever it gets a chance, this love creeps in, unseen, unheard, and takes us unawares.

Prana flows. Dance is never about alcohol. Joy makes one dance. Hope makes one dance. And then dance itself intoxicates. Dance begets dance, and everyone dances.

“Zeina Glo brings you the radiant glow of inner peace, good health and attendant beauty.

Zeina Glo helps you strip off layers of inhibitions, hesitation, and cynicism, allowing your thoughts and emotions to flow freely.

Zeina Glo helps to douse the flames of insecurity and guilt, to open the windows of mind and body to the cool fresh breeze of love.

Zeina Glo encourages you to spread inner peace good health, radiance, exuberance, warmth, joy and the glow from your inner being.

Zeina Glo brings the beauty of your own thoughts back to you!!”

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PRAISE THE MOON

An old joke that is often attributed to Mullah Nasruddin, the legend of Turkish wit and wisdom, goes like this; he is said to have been asked by a teacher as to which was more important, the sun or the moon, “The moon, of course!” The reason he gave was that the sun came only during the day when there was already enough light, while the moon shone at night and lit up the darkness!

The anecdote ends there, but it provides food for thought. The Mullah was a wise person, and not likely to utter words without a lesson, message or comment.

Come December, and one is infused with the Yuletide spirit or the Christmas spirit. The first half of the month sees a vast majority of students all over the world neck-deep in examinations, a whole lot of financial institutions, businesses and governments busy with their financial year coming to an end, and a world full of other such deadlines.

Christmas and New Year are, however, around the corner. The marketeers have already started bombarding one’s senses with what to buy to show how ‘giving’ we are, and how loving we are and how much we care. Toys, joys, gifts, visits hugs and love in all forms abound.…..

……for about two weeks in a year.

The same spirit is seen during different festival days in different cultures or different parts of the world. Would one be wrong in praying that God give us so many religions and cultures that every day of the year is Diwali or Ramazan (Ramadan) or Christmas or some other ‘reason’ for being kind and caring and joyful and giving and loving?

Mullah Nasruddin was right.

Praise All! The moon that shines when the night is dark! 

Praise All! Those who love and care even when the ‘season’ does not demand it or the advertisers don’t push it down their throats! 

Praise All! Whose celebration of the Being of the Lord, or the Victory of Good over Evil, or The Revelation of His Word, is not dependent upon calendar dates! 

Praise All! For whom each day is a day gifted by God by any name to be good and to love and rejoice in His Name!

Praise the Moon!

Praise the inner glow, born out of inner peace, inner health, inner beauty, inner rejoicing, inner thanks! Praise the Inner World that holds the answer to all the questions outside.

 “Zeina Glo brings you the radiant glow of inner peace, good health and attendant beauty.

Zeina Glo helps you strip off layers of inhibitions, hesitation, and cynicism, allowing your thoughts and emotions to flow freely.

Zeina Glo helps to douse the flames of insecurity and guilt, to open the windows of mind and body to the cool fresh breeze of love.

Zeina Glo encourages you to spread inner peace good health, radiance, exuberance, warmth, joy and the glow from your inner being.

Zeina Glo brings the beauty of your own thoughts back to you!!”

For, questions, criticism or advice, please post comments here, or write to zeinaglo@rediffmail.com or zeinaglow@gmail.com