Ganapati visarjan .. the end of the festivities .. till the next year, and the plea that HE returns as soon as HE can, to our homes to bless and give protection to all ..
.. and interspersed with the festivity , that still rings with cheer and music dance outside the home Jalsa, is the festivity for my Sunday well wishers ..the moment that I wait anxiously for .. to gather the love to cherish the affection and to realise the gifts that come my way from the love that all shower me with ..
I am not deserving .. I am not the worth of such affection .. and many that were asked to comment on this gathering, often said cynically “ his house is at the crossing , it is just traffic nothing else “ ..
May this traffic ever be present .. may it bring the joy to you in similar spirit, as it does to me .. i have nothing to give back but my short and limited presence on that podium for a few minutes .. that love and joy is the worth of a million years .. it is that happy debt that I shall never be able to pay back ..
in a rare day of little or no work it felt as though the world had come to an end .. the discomfort was palpable and intense .. I begin again in the morrow .. and even though it is taxing and energy depleting, it is what makes the ‘Mayor run’..
the claims that men do as do the women too .. of knowing all is a misnomer .. there shall ever be one that knows and does better .. just around the corner .. not too far away ..
live then in limitations .. the better is about .. endeavour for that than to admire ones own preserve .. EACH MORNING THAT MIRROR IMAGE UNDERGOES CHANGE , and before long it becomes unrecognisable ..
wind up then all the belongings of life and gift it away .. it shall ne needed by them that do not have .. for you those gifts have far exceeded their use and limits .. many just lie about unknown and unkempt ..
excess is the gift of generosity from another .. let then another deserve it to better use ..
Source : Amitabh Bachchan’s Official Blog