Krishnani Begane Baro (Oh, Krishna, please come quickly)

 

Krishnani Begane Baro 

                            (Oh, Krishna, please come quickly)

– oh, Krishna, please come quickly!

– Come quickly and show your face!

– with beautiful anklets on your feet, sapphire armlets,

– oh blue-hued one, come with dancing steps!

– wearing a waist band with bells, a ring on your finger,

–round your neck, the Vyjayanti mala,

– (wrapped round your waist) a yellow coloured silk garment from Kashi, holding the flute in your hand.

–the sandal paste applied on your body exudes fragrance.

– you who revealed the whole universe in your mouth to your mother,

– you are the saviour of the world, dear Krishna of our Udupi!

(Composer -Vyaasaraaya, 1460- 1539, Rajguru of King Krishnadeva Raya of the Vijayanagara Kingdom, original in Kannada, translation by RSachi, rasikas.org)

    Krishna did come to us, quickly, and wearing beautiful anklets on his feet, armlets, and a golden waistband with a flute in his hand. And, he came under exceptional circumstances.

    New York is a beehive of activity and the Indian Consulate is no different. Soon after arriving in New York in August of 2017, I began a series of lectures in the Consulate called the “New India Lecture Series”, where eminent personalities came to share their vision of New India. It was in one of these lectures that I met Mr. Khan. He came up and introduced himself, sharing with me that he was from Hyderabad and had some familial ties with the Nizam's clan. Our first meeting was certainly not our last. From then on, I saw him regularly at our events, asking questions and sharing his ideas of wisdom. Some people were unhappy with his questions since they stayed the same, no matter the occasion, but I tried to patiently and courteously hear him out. I believe such behaviour prompted him to come up to me one day and tell me of the personal connection he felt with me. In fact, in a show of gratitude, he wanted to give me something which had been with him for years. Though I do not remember my exact response, I must have agreed because he went on to tell me of a Krishna idol he had at home. He felt sad that it was not being worshipped and thus wanted to give it to me. Parting with a promise of this gift, he left the Consulate and I never saw him again.

    Months passed. One day, I noticed a packet lying on my office table. I asked my Secretary what it was and she told me that one Mr Khan had come to hand it over and then left. I opened the packet with great anticipation, and lo and behold! It was the Krishna idol; a carved out of single block of blackstone (which we later learnt of be touchstone or koshti pathor in Bangla) with exquisitely crafted features. I was struck by His beauty. I immediately placed Him on my desk next to a potted plant so that as I worked, I could admire Him every day. For some reason, I did not tell anyone at home about my Krishna.

    One day, as I was working, I looked up at Krishna as I had come to do so regularly. Admiring him, I was once again spellbound by His beauty and decided to take a picture and send it to our family Whatsapp group. Within minutes, my wife was in my office. Slightly emotional, she asked me what her Krishna was doing in my office. She explained that Krishna had come to our home and promptly took Him away. All for the good.

    Not being worshipped and taken care of for years, He had a dishevelled and forlorn look. My wife set about immediately correcting the situation. She performed “Abhishek” (ritual bathing of the deity) with milk, curd, honey, ghee, and sugar and then applied sandalwood oil on Him. The daily ablutions soon transformed Him and Krishna’s inner radiance surfaced. His eyes were no longer distraught but seemed to overflow with love and compassion. His lips seemed to smile with the happiness and contentment of being home, where he is loved and taken care of. The blemishes on His “skin” due to dryness were now smooth and shining. He seemed to be playing His flute and knowingly (and unknowingly), we now all danced to His tune. The home began to reverberate with the poems of Adi Shankaracharya and many other Saints. He became the talking point of all conversations with guests. Many even came to see Him, and were enthralled by His beauty and the tale of how He came to us.

    Once we came back to India, we took Him to Vrindavan for a few touch ups since He had been neglected for a long time before He came to us. Now He looks the handsomest of all, with a peacock feather adorning his head, pearls decorating his neck, a flute in His hands, a shepherd's staff, and silken robes of His preferred pitambari (yellow) colour. We have also built a small temple for him which He occupies with aplomb for which we have only Mr. Khan to thank.

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There is a lot in a name, Sandeep Chakravorty

Bengalis and their nicknames- or ‘daak naam’ - have become part of folklore. But this tale is not about nicknames; it is about given names and surnames. Right from mychildhood itself, my family has never shared the same spelling for our surname. My father wrote it as “Chakravarty’’. My mother always signed herself off as “Chakraborty”, just like her parents; she didn’t bother to change the spelling from one Chakraborty gotra to another after marriage. Apparently, Chakravartys and Chakrabortys belong to two se[arate gotras -Vatsya and Shandilya respectively- so inter-marriage among them is allowed. Emulating our father, my siblings wrote Chakravarty as well, but my childhood desire to be different led me to change the spelling and write my surname as “Chakravorty”. Today, I have a family of Chakravortys, following the change I made many years ago. I am not the only one to write my name differently. There are others who write Chakraborti or Chakrabarti, while others write it as Chakraverty. I have come across some Chakravarthys and, Chakrawortys as well. I have even met the odd Chakravertty. And though our spellings may be different, we are all bound by the same meaning and pronunciation. 

In school in Shillong, I was taught to write my first name as “Sandip”. After moving to Delhi, however, I was introduced to the Delhi spelling, Sandeep. Seeing the strange way I spelled my name, my classmates mocked me, saying that I didn’t even know how to correctly spell my own name. To avoid any unnecessary name-calling, I changed the spelling of my name yet again and began writing my given name as Sandeep. And so, the complete spelling of my name became Sandeep Chakravorty and the 10th class matriculation certificate sealed it forever. 

For the class 10th examination, we were all requried to fill a form. In the form there was a column for the  grandfather’s name. My grandfather was called Annada Chakravarty, Annada deriving from Annadata–provider of food. My classmate Vishal who was sitting next to me read my grandfather’s name and started laughing out loud – that I couldn’t even write my grandfather’s name correctly.  “What is Annada, there is no such word, the correct name is Anand”, Vishal remarked aloud. We were all familiar with Anand, not with Annada. All the boys in the class started mocking the name of my grandfather. In embarrassment, I conceded that I had made a mistake, the correct name was Anand. So I filled in Anand as the name of my grandfather in the form. That evening at home, I made the folly of mentioning to my father – how I had changed the name of my grandfather while filling in a form at school. Hearing this, my father was appalled at my audacity. He exclaimed ruefully that he had heard son’s besmirching the name of their father’s, but his son had gone to the extent of not leaving alone his grandfather even, who himself was long gone from this world. 

Fast forward to the internet age. Some time in the early 2000s, curiosity about finding myself in cyberspace led me to searching my name on a search engine. I wanted to see if there were others like me who spelled both the given name and the surname similarly. Those were pre-Google times so I can't say that I “googled” myself, but using a good friend of those bygone days- Internet Explorer-, I was able to find four such compadres. One homonym was an eminent scientist in the US, with lots of research papers to his credit. The second worked in Crompton Greaves; the third was a software engineer in California; and the fourth was, of course, yours truly. Brimming with excitement, I couldn’t withhold the temptation to email all three. Surprisingly No. 2 and 3 responded quickly. We exchanged a few hotmails, but we couldn’t find much in common other than the rather tenuous denominational fact that we spelled our names the same way. Soon, and expectantly so, the exchanges stopped. 

In 2002, I was posted in our Embassy in Bogota, Colombia, working on pushing commercial ties with India. A delegation from Crompton Greaves had arrived during my time there. As you can already guess, amongst the delegation was none other than Sandeep Chakravorty. It was a strange meeting, delightful due to the coincidence  of the encounter but also awkward due to the formality that came with business interactions. I learnt that he knew my cousin Debashish Chakraborty, who also worked in Crompton Greaves in Africa. We, of course, discussed our Californian friend. Soon thereafter, I left Bogota for India but Sandeep of Crompton Greaves made several more trips to Latin America transiting through the US on his way to and from there. 

As luck would have it, a few years later, I once again bumped into him at a business event in Delhi. He then narrated his own appelative tale. This one time, he was transiting through Chicago’s O'Hare Airport where he stepped out for a smoke. Another gentleman approached him and asked him for a light, which he was happy to share. These two gentlemen started a conversation only to discover that both were talking to Sandeep Chakravorty. Immediately, and almost simultaneously, they asked each other if they knew the Indian diplomat of the same name. One is always amazed by coincidences but this was bordering on incredulity.

Now, fast forward to 2016. I was posted to Lima, Peru where I met with a compatriot from Asansol by the name of Rahul. The first thing Rahul told me was that he had a school friend from Asansol who spelt his name the same way as I did and worked in Crompton Greaves. He asked me if there was any chance I knew him. Of course, I did know Sandeep Chakravorty from Crompton Greaves, and I did narrate to him-in detail- a part of this story. 

In 2019, I was in New York, and Rahul from Peru came visiting. He invited me to dinner at his friend’s house  in Long Island. There weren’t too many others at the dinner except for the hosts and another person who had flown in from Chicago to meet Rahul. It was, of course, his school friend Sandeep. I couldn’t resist taking a photo with my Crompton Greaves homonym, who had now relocated to the US. Before writing this piece, I texted him and reminded him of the series of mind-boggling coincidences. As always, we enquired about the welfare of Sandeep number 3 who is reported to still be living in San Francisco, California.   

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Cause & Effect: A Fall Story

Cause & Effect

    Sunday evening my laptop just wouldn't boot. Tried everything I know but the screen alternated between blue and black. Sought expert help from my teenage  daughters who looked up hacks on the internet, but still no remedy. My daughters gave the verdict, the hard disk had collapsed, it needed to be fixed or replaced. I may lose all the data. 

    Consoling me they said, don't worry Dad, such things happen, it happens all the time, it happed to us as well. No big deal. Promptly the family got around to determining the age of the laptop, which they concluded was about four years. That is equivalent to old human age and therefore injury, disease or even death is quite explainable and should be accepted with equanimity. My daughter even said that Dad when you are unwell or sick, you need to see the doctor. Same with the laptop. It is injured and needs treatment. I feared the worst.  

    Don't know why but I have been very affectionate towards my laptop. Endearingly I call it Lappy. It is the only one in our family with a touch screen, foldable monitor, and is sleek and smart. It is my home office. While my daughters have Apple laptops, I opted for an HP Spectre. There is institutional competition, so I have to be more caring, possessive and defensive about my Lappy. Needless to say, my daughters detest the name as well.   

    Monday morning, saddened by eminent sickness or possible death, I took Lappy in my office bag to  office in the hope that the NIC wizards can fix it. I got down from the car with Lappy in a bag in one hand, my lunch bag in the other, my mobile in my third hand, mask on my face and eye glasses, ready to conquer my day in office. As I looked towards the office gate, I found my vision clouded by moisture on my glasses. But since my hands were full and I still had some tunnel vision through the glasses, I was confident I would be able to manage the four red stand stone steps of South Block. A grave miscalculation! Just as I was about to finish  climbing the steps my vision disappeared and in a flash I stumbled and found myself prostrate on the ground. The friendly and strong CISF men at the gate quickly helped me on to my feet. I did a quick systems check. Both my bags and my phone were in my hands but I felt an acute pain in my right knee and swelling in a finger of my left hand. Somehow I managed to navigate myself to my room.

    Taking a breath, sipping some water, I took stock of the situation. Clearly I was rattled. It was a sudden and a big fall. I found my finger black but didn't have the courage to look at my knee. Within a few minutes I was myself again and the first thing I did was call Ramesh, my secretary. I handed him Lappy and asked him to immediately call tech support and fix it. I went into some length explaining to him how Lappy was important to me and how I was able to work from home during the Covid second wave only because I had this machine. Like all good secretaries Ramesh was convinced. 

    I then examined my knee with some trepidation. Luckily the gash was not very deep and there appeared to be no bone damage. I left the wound to dry after applying the ubiquitous hand sanitizer to disinfect it. I then got back to seeing my papers, with Lappy not far from my thoughts.

    Within minutes, Ramesh was back, asking me for the systems password. I laughed at him responding that I would give that later but first get the machine to boot. Fix the hard drive baba. Saar, he said, there is nothing wrong with Lappy, it is just fine. It just needed to power up. Once Ramesh plugged in the cable, the computer started as normal. 

    Normal!! I couldn't believe it. Promptly I entered the password and it was as if nothing had happened. My familiar home screen appeared. Lappy was alive and kicking. 

    Somehow the computer healed. Was it because of my fall? Now, as I sit on my bed and type this story on Lappy, I only hope that my wounds are like Lappy's and that they will disappear overnight.

Atmanirbhar Bharat: Why, What and How, A Compendium

For the entire compendium please click here: https://drive.google.com/file/d/1T6RUVRLw4eq4se1-wwGfFU2Mru-Yj9YY/view?usp=sharing

Humility, less or MORE

https://www.speakingtree.in/article/humility-opens-the-door-to-inner-strength

Many times we do not have the right answers but asking the right questions can ignite our minds. Is humility a refuge for the weak or a resource for the strong? 

    Humility treads the fine line between arrogance and self-deprecation. Oftentimes digging into the roots of words leads to them divulging their inner meanings. The dictionary meaning of humility is the quality of having a modest or low view of one's importance. Humility, Modesty and Down-to-earth are synonyms. Humility derives from the Latin, humus translatable as grounded or from the earth. So what makes someone “humble”? Is it meekness? Does it mean psychological feebleness, having low self esteem, being introverted, evading oneself from success? These questions run through one’s mind, when one confronts this very pervasive yet less understood human quality. 

    In today’s stressful world where we are greatly concerned with the pursuit of happiness, a bit of humility can actually deliver great reserves of inner strength. All spiritual traditions greatly value humility and make it sine qua non for a person to humble to be able receive divine benediction. No wonder the Bhagavad Gita, in chapter 13, verse 8 lists humility as the first of the twenty qualities that comprise wisdom. Significantly, the Gita mentions the idea of humility by a negative definition to convey its subtlety: amanitvam, absence of the craving for respect or absence of ego. Surprisingly it is difficult to find Indian equivalents to the word humility in daily usage, while references of the concept are abundant in our scriptures. Many terms, use  'neti' which means ‘No Me’ or ‘I am not' and give rise to words such as viniti and samniti. Not surprisingly the Sanskrit word Ahamkara literally translates into ‘The-sound-of-I’, or quite simply the sense of the self or ego. Interpretations of the concept of amanitvam convey that one should not be anxious to have the satisfaction of being honored by others. As the Gita deals with the war within, the struggle for self-mastery can only be won with humility. To get in touch with our true self one has to let go of the ego. 

    Many great thinkers have recognized the significance of humility. Gandhiji felt that humility is an essential virtue that must exist in a person for other virtues to emerge. To Swami Vivekananda, humility did not mean crawling on all fours and calling oneself a sinner. Instead, it meant, recognizing and feeling oneness with everyone and everything else in the universe, without inferiority or superiority or any other bias. Dr. S. Radhakrishna was of the view that humility is the non-judgmental state of mind when we are best able to learn, contemplate and understand everyone and everything else. 

    Although humility is deeply revered in most spiritual traditions, in interpersonal narrative or management lingua, it hasn’t found much salience. Amongst qualities of leaders, humility finds hardly any mention although most of the world’s great leaders are themselves lessons in the art of it. It seems as though over time, the importance of humility as a moral character virtue has diminished. Some feel that it is a quality that is not characteristic of strong leaders, however I feel that nothing can be farther from the truth. Fortunately, some scholars have once again taken a strong interest in the study of this character trait. A great deal of management and psychological research is devoted to the role of humility in character building and leadership. As work places tend to be aggressive arenas and breeding grounds for misogyny and other abuse, humble co-workers are valued. There is now a greater realisation that humble people are winners. They make their interlocutors at ease, and it takes fear and trepidation out of social intercourse. 

    From the interpersonal perspective being humble facilitates trust, builds relationships. It is not that humble people do not lack accomplishments. They may be more talented, gifted or skilled than anyone else and above all better learners and problem solvers. In fact, studies show that humility is more important as a predictive performance indicator than IQ. It is just that with humbleness comes a self-acceptance from grounding one’s worth in one’s intrinsic value as human beings rather than other trappings of power and wealth. Gandhiji is an inspiring example of a humble yet powerful leader who famously said “I claim to be a simple individual liable to err like any other fellow mortal. I own, however, that I have humility enough to confess my errors and to retrace my steps.” Being conscious of humility allows us to keep our ego in check and energises the yang in our characters. 

    So, is it possible to work on our humility and develop it? Of course! And to do so, we must first embrace our humanness. We have to have an accurate understanding of our strengths and weaknesses. As humans we are subject to failure and criticism. We need to know to take it in our stride. Secondly, expressing gratitude can induce humility in us, and humble people have a greater capacity for conveying gratitude. Increased awareness and pursuit of appreciation develops a more positive mindset, looking out for what went well rather than what didn’t. Holding nature in high esteem, recognising it is an overwhelming and awe-inspiring force reminds us of our own insignificance in the cosmic scale. Being curious and open to learning fosters humility. Emulating great people and imbibing from them what we lack in our own understanding can build our own reserves of humility. After all, as Socrates said, wisdom is, above all, knowing what we don’t know.

Green Yoga, living in harmony with nature

 

https://www.livemint.com/opinion/online-views/green-yoga-and-the-art-of-living-harmoniously-with-nature-11624164695671.html

This International Day of Yoga, let’s recall how this ancient practice can help us raise environmental consciousness and adopt better practices for a more sustainable world. There is a fervent need to change the way we interact with nature. Thus far, it has been man versus nature. This is clearly not sustainable. Man is part of nature and can only prosper in harmony with nature and all that is part of nature, living or non living. Evolutionary biologist Edward O. Wilson in his book Biophilia says that human beings have a biological urge to commune with Earth, the primordial mother that nurtures us. He called this proclivity ‘biophilia’. One may wonder what is the link between sustainability and yoga? Is a link being established just because we are commemorating International Day of Yoga? To understand the link one needs to go no further than Indian philosophy, which posits the human being in the lap of Mother Nature. Let me elaborate with an example from the Isha Upanishad, which explains our position in the world. “If all the Upanishads and all the other scriptures happened all of a sudden to be reduced to ashes, and if only the first verse in the Isha Upanishad were left in the memory of the Indians, our civilization would live forever." With these words, Mahatma Gandhi paid tribute to the remarkable Isha Upanishad, which by long tradition usually comes first in Indian collections. The first mantra of the Isha Upanishad says: Isavasyam idam sarvam Yat kincha jagatyam jagat Tena tyaktena bhunjitha Ma graddh kasya svid dhanam The Lord is enshrined in the hearts of all The Lord is the supreme reality Rejoice in him through renunciation Covet nothing. All belongs to the Lord An interpretation of the above is that everything inanimate or animate that is within the universe is controlled and owned by the Lord. One should, therefore, accept only those things necessary for oneself, that are set aside as an individual’s footprint and one should not accept other’s things, knowing well to whom they belong. So when everything belongs to the Lord or to nature and we are only in trusteeship, who are we to ruin it, pollute it and destroy it to satisfy our greed? When one hears the word yoga, what are the first images that come to mind? Asanas and exercises. Lately, it seems that yoga has become synonymous with the physical aspect of the practice—the asana or postures. But that is only one aspect of yoga. In the Yoga Sutras of Patanjali, yoga is explained as having eight limbs or ashtanga. The physical practice (asana) is actually the third limb. The first two are the yamas and niyamas—ethical and personal guidelines for living. The rest of the limbs (pranayama, pratyahara, dharana, dhyana and samadhi) ultimately lead to the union of the individual soul with the universal soul. Can practising yoga help make the world a better place? Yoga is founded upon principles that promote awareness of one’s sense of connection, inborn identification and interdependence with all things. These central tenets convey innately ecological consciousness through the practice of yoga. And perhaps more importantly show that yoga can inspire conscious, peaceful, environmental stewardship for the betterment of society and the Earth. We see the evolution of friends and family members who start to practice yoga all around us. They become quieter and more conscious. They begin to make healthy decisions in their lives, whether it's paying more attention to the food they eat, what they wear, what they buy, or changing their lifestyle to accommodate sustainable practices. For me, my yoga consciousness doesn’t necessarily mean that I am very adept in doing asanas, but it translates to maintaining societal hygiene, working towards reducing single-use plastics and a passion for trees and water. In his book Yoga for a World Out of Balance, the late Michael Stone, a well-respected and well-loved meditation and yoga teacher, says, "The techniques of yoga—including body practices, working with the breath, and discovering the natural east of the mind—reorient practitioners to the very deep continuity that runs through every aspect of life until they realize that the mind, body, and breath are situated in the world and not apart from worldly life in any way." Yoga has the power to make one more sensitive to the world. Through this realization of shared energy and common life force, we learn to respect other living beings and understand that every tree or animal has an equal right to live on this planet. If we can open our minds to the original purpose of yoga, in addition to the physical, emotional and mental health that it brings to our lives, there is hope for this practice to encourage environmental sustainability. Yoga provides us with a set of guidelines and tools to help us deal with ourselves and with the world around us. It provides a framework for managing our inner needs and desires, and when applied to communities and societies, can be a toolkit for sustainable living and global change. It is my firm belief that practically applying the principles of yoga on an individual level can lead to large-scale change in our relationship with our planet. As the world grows increasingly complex, it has been easy to lose touch with the simple reality that has come down to us through ages in our scriptures. At this moment, when we are grappling with covid, we have to redevelop the pathways for reclaiming the connection to nature and enhancing the capacity for compassionate action. Through the practice of yoga we become more sensitized to the interconnections of thought, energy and action. Yoga teaches us to care for our bodies and to make choices that are life-enhancing over those that diminish quality of life. Improving air and water quality is one such example. With a greater awareness of our surroundings and what goes into our bodies, we can begin to make choices that support clean air and water for all. It may mean walking to destinations more, using plastics less, switching off the lights, and switching on our minds. Similarly, we can become more aware of the foods we eat and the water we drink. We can then choose not to buy bottled water or consume fewer processed foods. We can become aware of the various correlations and what it takes to bring food from the farm to the table or water from the forests to the jug. Our choices in the marketplace impact producers and in turn the environment those companies operate within. Thus the yoga we practice at home (Hatha and Kriya), and in our lives in general (Karma, Bhakti, Jnana and Tantra), not only changes us as individuals, it impacts the wider world in which we live. Sandeep Chakravorty is joint secretary, Europe West, ministry of external affairs

In Gratitude

 

Gratitude for the gift of life is the primary wellspring of all religions, the hallmark of the mystic, the source of all true art. ~ Joanna Macy

Among all human sentiments, I believe having a sense of gratitude towards our benefactors, be it Mother Nature, our parents, family members, our friends, the community and the nation is key to mental balance and happiness. A grateful person is good to others, not insecure and spreads happiness. As the world grapples with the raging and rampaging Covid pandemic, I want to take a moment to step back and think about our place in this tumultuous world. There is much sorrow, despair and anguish in the world. Many have lost loved ones or are facing economic peril and many are amidst personal struggles. So, do we engulf ourselves in gloom and desolation or try to catch straws in the wind and find warmth in rays of hope? In such moments of despair, I’d say that the responsibility of spreading optimism, hope and positivity rests on those who have survived and lived to fight on and others who escaped unscathed. We have much to be thankful and grateful for. 

 

It is not surprising that gratitude itself has long been appreciated by human civilization. The word derives from the Latin, ‘gratus’ meaning pleasing or thankful. It is a feeling of appreciation or similar positive response shown by the recipient of kindness, towards the giver. Gratus is also the root of related terms such as grace, gratuity and gratis, all signifying positive moods, actions and ideas. Gratus has Proto-Indo-European (PIE) origin or root, gwere, meaning to praise, to celebrate; to be in contact with the Divine. So being grateful is equivalent to feeling the presence of the Divine in our lives. It might also be, in its own right, an actual and simple path to spirituality. Gwere in one usage means "heavy." It forms words such as aggravate; aggravation; aggrieve; gravamen; grave; gravitate; gravity; grief; grieve; guru. It is also linked to the Sanskrit guruh or "heavy, weighty, venerable. Another usage of gwere has been "to favor." It forms words such as agree; grace; gracious; grateful; gratify; gratis; gratitude; gratuity among others. In Sanskrit its existence is provided by grnati which means sings, praises or announces. So even etymologically it reveals itself to be an ancient and universal sentiment.

 

Now, is being grateful an outcome of natural predisposition or choice? I believe it is the latter. Just a little gratitude can do wonders for one’s temperament. Research by Harvard University has shown that gratitude is strongly and consistently associated with a greater sense of happiness. No wonder it is intrinsic in most religious discourse and many practice saying a prayer of gratitude before meals.

 

So if gratitude is a matter of choice, and being grateful makes one happy, clearly it needs wider application than just being part of our prayers. Most of us are not conscious about how fortunate we are. Despite all the calamities that we are facing, as humans our lot has never been better; generally free of famine, genocide, war, pillage and disease, the pandemic notwithstanding. So awareness and consciousness about our state of being can make us grateful. Association with spiritual masters allows us to take a shortcut to reaching our destination of grateful bliss. I, myself, have found that reading the Bhagavad Gita and its various interpretations gives one contentment and the feeling of gratefulness. The world around us, nature, our country, our family and friends give us so much. As a return gift we can choose gratitude.

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