Happy time travel through words: My September 1983 diary
for my family…
Here are a few pages from my 1983 diary that you might
find interesting. Since my handwriting can be difficult to read, even when
zoomed in, I am reading it aloud for you in the video below.
AUDIO NARRATION:
Happy to be at this marvel of art and devotion! A gifted
sculptor has created a serene statue of Lord Buddha and carved the living trunk
into a sanctum, as though nature itself has bowed to cradle the Enlightened
One. The trunk and roots embrace him gently, while the lush green canopy above
rises in perfect harmony, forming a natural temple of peace and shade. This
rare blend of sculpture and tree transforms the space into a symbol of
serenity, reminding us of the eternal bond between wisdom and nature.
For more of this wonderful garden, you may watch the video
below:
VIDEO:
HAPPY INDEPENDENCE DAY!
Let us remember that our ancestors are the foundation
on which our lives are built.
The Shloka "Sri Raghavam Dasharatha Athmajam" is a prayer to
Lord Rama, praising his virtues and seeking his blessings. It describes Rama as
the son of Dasharatha, the husband of Sita, and a great warrior who destroyed
demons. The shloka is a way to invoke his divine presence and seek protection
and guidance.
The above video is the rendition of this Shloka by
Smt. N. Lalitha Raghu
In essence, the Shloka translates to:
"I bow to Sri Rama, the son of Dasharatha, the immeasurable, the husband
of Sita, the jewel of the Raghu dynasty, having arms that reach his knees and
eyes like lotus petals, the destroyer of demons."
The meaning of the Shloka
in detail goes as follows:
Sri Raghavam: "To
Sri Rama," the revered descendant of King Raghu.
Dasharatham: "Son of
Dasharatha."
Atmajam: "Son."
Aprameyam:
"Immeasurable, boundless, or infinite."
Sitapatim: "Husband
of Sita."
Raghukulanvaya
Ratnadipam: "The lamp (or jewel) of the Raghu dynasty."
Ajanubahum: "Having
arms that reach to the knees."
Aravinda Dalayataksham:
"Having eyes like lotus petals."
Ramam: "To
Rama."
Nishachara Vinashakaram:
"Destroyer of demons (or night walkers)."
Namami: "I bow down, I salute."
For three
days, the rain has softly stayed,
Veiling
skies in a dark shade.
The air
is damp, the wind wears chill,
And coffee cups with family pics begin to fill.
Steam
rises like a whispered tale,
Of warmer
times in sunlit trails.
Each mug
is a frame from days gone by,
Love and laughter frozen, spirits high.
Faces beam
from ceramic gloss,
Moments
held without time’s loss.
Family,
friends in printed cheer,
Now warming hands when they’re not near.
These mugs
don’t just hold caffeine,
They
cradle echoes in between.
A sip, a
smile, a thought of then,
Hope we
all soon meet again.
When rain falls hard in Hyderabad,
The streets become a
watery bed.
Cars get stuck, and people
run,
Their journey home, now
barely begun.
But in my house, called 'Srilekha',
I'm warm and safe, no rain
problem/Kasta/à°•à°·్à°Ÿా 🙂
Hot food and drinks, a cosy
cheer,
While outside, troubles
reappear.
I watch the news, my heart feels low,
For those caught out in
the rain's flow.
I wish them home, out of
the plight,
Safe and sound, before the night.
Happy time travel through words: My September 1983 diary for my family… Here are a few pages from my 1983 diary that you might find intere...
