Connectivity in "SPACE"

Every individual should have his/her own space in which he/she connects with the spiritual world which in turn enlighten their mind and manifests a positive attitude towards life. Connecting with your own self is more important and refreshing. Loving and knowing ourself leads to being a better human being and makes us more understanding towards others.

“I need my space……” “Please give me my space….” “That’s my personal space….’ These are the commonly made statements we usually hear. Exactly, what do we mean by “SPACE”.

Space means sometime, some moment for our self. We use the time to be all alone and pursue something that is closer to our heart. We just want to be all alone, to feel the peace within, to connect with the inner soul and to fall in love with ourselves. These moments of personal space helps us to be with ourselves, discover our self in a new way. When we are in our space, we are oblivious of the material world which passes by as we find ourselves transferred to a spiritual world. Sometimes we want to be alone, not because we had a fight or because got fed up with our self. We want to be alone because we want peace in the surrounding and peace in mind. Our space is the moment when we connect with ourselves. But to be alone does not mean we go into isolation. We can be alone even in a crowded space. Even if a place is hustling and bustling with people, we can be oblivion to the world around us and be able to connect to the power inside us, feel the light inside us. I think this feeling cannot be expressed in words, but can be felt in our soul.

Our personal space helps us to awaken and remind us that true mankind is above the petty fights and quarrels as the inner soul of all the people are the same and it is the connection with inner soul that matters. Our space should be healthy one and full of positivism. It should not make others uncomfortable. In fact, if we can, we should see to it that it spreads a positive aura around us.

It is the light that guides us and takes us forward, that gives us the supreme peace. This inner peace tells us what to choose and which path to follow. Let the light within keep glowing, guiding and enlightening.

Clinical Trials and Ethics Committees

Ethics committees meant to protect the rights of patients enrolled in clinical trials are doing the roaring business in the name of reviewing, approving and monitoring, specially the so-called independent ethics committees…

The clinical trials in India are loaded with harmful effects and their compensation mechanism is a big ‘NO’. What comes as a greater surprise is how the so-called ethics committee established to clear such experiments are raking in big money and doing nothing. No one seems to know what exactly are these entities; who owns them and who collects the revenue earned; how is it distributed and to whom, and how do they decide what amount to charge? They charge exorbitant amounts and earn fat packets from the business of vetting- actually, approving- trials.

In fact, there seem to be no clear-cut rules regarding who can form an IEC or how it is supposed to function. There seems to be no need to register it either. The result is that even clinical research organisation(CROs) that get contracts from companies to conduct trials can float their own independent ethics committees to clear trials without any hitch.

Light Of My Life

“A mother is a mother still,
the holiest thing alive.”

My sweet mom left for her heavenly aboard on 24Th Jan, 4.42a.m. I was not with her; I was far-far away. But yes, she took with her a part of me. No one can fill the special place she holds in my heart, in my life. Her heart was like an ocean of eternal love; she knew only to give and kept nothing for herself. People hurt her but she still loved them as she knew no hatred no revenge. She always thought the best for me and till end she continued giving me the best. In difficult times she stood like a pillar of strength, held my hand to give her warmth, and understood me to the core.

Whenever she enjoyed a moment, she made it a point to see me as a part of it. Small things of life made her happy and so she taught me to find happiness in small things. Whatever she loved, she gave it to me, kept nothing for her. Nobody tried to understand her, I was too far to hold her hand but my soul was with her. In her last days, she was a soul; hurt and lonely,

As a habit I sometimes pick up the phone to call her to share my moments or the happenings of the whole day. But then I realize, she will never pick up my call ever. Even if I look upwards and speak aloud, she cannot answer. Silenced forever. I really feel lonely, empty and left out as she can’t hear me anymore. She was like a shelter; in her death I have become homeless. My child hood has gone away with her.

Honestly at times I can’t believe she is no more, she is alive in me. Her loves, her memories, her teachings will always remain with me. For me she will live forever. I wish GOD could send her once to me, as I have so much to tell her. But I know she has taken a journey of no return.


May my darling MOTHER rest in peace…..