Osho About Laughter: Spread Happiness

Laughter is the best medicine. If you can laugh when you are ill you will get your health back sooner. If you cannot laugh, even if you are healthy, sooner or later you will lose your health and you will become ill.
Laughter brings inner energy to the fore. When you really laugh, for those few moments you are in a deep meditative state. Thinking stops. It is impossible to laugh and think together. When you really laugh, suddenly, the mind disappears. And the whole Zen methodology is how to get into no-mind.
Dancing and laughter are the best, natural, easily approachable doors to attaining no-mind. Existence melts into you; there is an overlapping of boundaries. And if you are really dancing? not managing it but allowing it to manage you, allowing it to possess you? if you are possessed by dance, thinking stops. The same happens with laughter. If you are possessed by laughter, thinking stops. And if you know a few moments of no-mind, those glimpses will promise you many more rewards that are going to come.
Before the mind disappears there open two alternatives: sleep or sushupti, samadhi and satori. When thinking disappears, these are the two alternatives left: either you move into satori – a fully alert, no-thought state; or a fully asleep, no-thought state – sleep. And sleep is more natural, because you have practiced it long. If you live 60 years, for 20 years you have been asleep. It is the greatest activity that you have been doing; one-third of your life is spent in sleep. Laughing, how can you fall asleep? It brings a state of no-mind and no-thought, and does not allow you to fall asleep.
In a few Zen monasteries, every monk has to start his morning with laughter, and has to end his night with laughter. It will be difficult, living in a family set-up, to suddenly laugh early in the morning. But do try it; it's worth getting out of bed laughing. Yes, for no reason at all. Isn't it good to be alive?
One day you will not get up in the morning. One day the milkman will knock at the door, the spouse will be snoring, but you will not be there. One day, death will come. Before it knocks you down, have a good laugh – while there is time, have a good laugh.
And look at the whole ridiculousness: again the same day starts; you have done the same things again and again for your whole life. Again you will get into your slippers, rush to the bathroom – for what? Brushing your teeth, taking a shower – for what? Where are you going? Getting ready and nowhere to go!
Look at the whole ridiculousness of it and have a good laugh. Laughter leads to more laughter. And almost always I have seen people doing just the wrong thing. From early morning they get out of bed complaining, gloomy, sad, depressed, and miserable. Then one thing leads to another and for nothing. And they get angry. it is very bad because it will change your climate for the whole day, it will set a pattern for the whole day.
In their insanity, Zen people are saner than you are. They start the day laughing. Then the whole day you will feel laughter bubbling, welling up. There are so many ridiculous things happening all over! God must be dying of laughter down the centuries, for eternity, seeing this ridiculousness of the world. The people that He has created, and all the absurdities? it is really a comedy. He must be laughing.
If you become silent after your laughter, one day you will hear God also laughing, you will hear the whole existence laughing with you even the trees and stones and stars

कर दे मुझको मुझसे ही जुदा....

कुन फाया कुन' कुरान शरीफया निजाममुद्दीन औलिया, या निजाममुद्दीन सलका

कदम बढ़ा ले, हदों को मिटा ले

आजा खालीपन में पी का घर तेरा,

तेरे बिन खाली आजा, खालीपन में

तेरे बिन खाली आजा, खालीपन में

रंगरेजा

रंगरेजा

रंगरेजा

हो रंगरेजा….

कुन फाया, कुन

कुन फाया, कुन

फाया कुन,

फाया कुन, फाया कुन, ,फाया कुन,

कुन फाया, कुन

कुन फाया, कुन

फाया कुन,

फाया कुन, फाया कुन, ,फाया कुन,

जब कंही पे कुछ नहीं

भी नहीं था,

वही था, वही था

वही था, वही था

जब कंही पे कुछ नहीं

भी नहीं था,

वही था, वही था

वही था, वही था

वोह जो मुझ में समाया

वोह जो तुझ में समाया

मौला वही वही माया

वोह जो मुझ में समाया

वोह जो तुझ में समाया

मौला वही वही माया

कुन फाया, कुन

कुन फाया, कुन

सदकउल्लाह अल्लीउम अज़ीम

रंगरेजा रंग मेरा तन मेरा मन,

ले ले रंगाई चाहे तन चाहे मन,

रंगरेजा रंग मेरा तन मेरा मन

ले ले रंगाई चाहे तन चाहे मन,

सजरा सवेरा मेरा तन बरसे

कजरा अंधेरा तेरी जलती लौ

सजरा सवेरा मेरा तन बरसे

कजरा अंधेरा तेरी जलती लौ

कटरा मिले तो तेरे दर पर से।

ओ मौला….

मौला…मौला….

कुन फाया, कुन

कुन फाया, कुन

कुन फाया, कुन

कुन फाया, कुन

कुन फाया, कुन

कुन फाया, कुन

फाया कुन,

फाया कुन, फाया कुन, ,फाया कुन,

कुन फाया, कुन

कुन फाया, कुन

फाया कुन,

फाया कुन, फाया कुन, ,फाया कुन,

जब कंही पे कुछ नहीं

भी नहीं था,

वही था, वही था

वही था, वही था

जब कंही पे कुछ नहीं

भी नहीं था,

वही था, वही था

वही था, वही था

कुन फाया, कुन

कुन फाया, कुन

सदकउल्लाह अल्लीउम अज़ीम

सदक रसुलहम नबी यूनकरीम

सलल्लाहु अलाही वसललम, सलल्लाहु अलाही वसललम,

ओ मुझपे करम सरकार तेरा,

अरज तुझे, करदे मुझे, मुझसे ही रिहा,

अब मुझको भी हो, दीदार मेरा

करदे मुझे, मुझसे ही रिहा

मुझसे ही रिहा……….

मन के मेरे ये भरम,

कुछ मेरे ये करम,

लेके चला है कहाँ,

मैं तो जानू ही ना,

तू ही मुझ में समाया,

कहाँ लेके मुझे आया,

मैं हूँ तुझ में समाया

तेरे पीछे चला आया,

तेरे ही मैं एक साया

तूने मुझको बनाया

मैं तो जग को ना भाया

तूने गले से लगाया

अब तू ही है खुदाया

सच तू ही है, खुदाया

कुन फाया, कुन

कुन फाया, कुन

फाया कुन,

फाया कुन, फाया कुन, ,फाया कुन,

कुन फाया, कुन

कुन फाया, कुन

फाया कुन,

फाया कुन, फाया कुन, ,फाया कुन,

जब कंही पे कुछ नहीं

भी नहीं था,

वही था, वही था

वही था, वही था

जब कंही पे कुछ नहीं

भी नहीं था,

वही था, वही था

वही था, वही था

कुन फाया, कुन

कुन फाया, कुन

सदकउल्लाह अल्लीउम अज़ीम

सदक रसुलहम नबी यूनकरीम

सलल्लाहु अलाही वसललम, सलल्लाहु अलाही वसललम की एक आयत 'यासीन शरीफ' से लिया गया है जिसका मतलब है जब दुनिया में कुछ नहीं था तो खुदा ने दुनिया से कहा हो जा और वो हो गयी यानि जब कुछ नहीं था तब भी खुदा था और जब कुछ नहीं होगा तब भी खुदा होगा........या मौला हमे नेकी की राह पर चलने की तौफिक दे.......आमीन.....

Wings

For everything in this journey of life we are on, there is a right wing and a left wing: for the wing of love there is anger; for the wing of destiny there is fear; for the wing of pain there is healing; for the wing of hurt there is forgiveness; for the wing of pride there is humility; for the wing of giving there is taking; for the wing of tears there is joy; for the wing of rejection there is acceptance; for the wing of judgment there is grace; for the wing of honor there is shame; for the wing of letting go there is the wing of keeping. We can only fly with two wings and two wings can only stay in the air if there is a balance. Two beautiful wings is perfection. There is a generation of people who idealize perfection as the existence of only one of these wings every time. But I see that a bird with one wing is imperfect. An angel with one wing is imperfect. A butterfly with one wing is dead. So this generation of people strive to always cut off the other wing in the hopes of embodying their ideal of perfection, and in doing so, have created a crippled race.
C. JoyBell C

Taste of the flight

Once you have tasted flight, you will forever walk the earth with your eyes turned skyward, for there you have been, and there you will always long to return.
Leonardo da Vinci

The final flight

I have come to accept the feeling of not knowing where I am going. And I have trained myself to love it. Because it is only when we are suspended in mid-air with no landing in sight, that we force our wings to unravel and alas begin our flight. And as we fly, we still may not know where we are going to. But the miracle is in the unfolding of the wings. You may not know where you're going, but you know that so long as you spread your wings, the winds will carry you.
C. JoyBell C.

Story of Ugly The Cat

Everyone in the apartment complex I lived in knew who Ugly was. Ugly was the resident tomcat.

Ugly loved three things in this world: fighting, eating garbage and shall we say, love. The combination of these things combined with life spent outside had their effect on Ugly.

To start with, he had only one eye, and where the others should have been was a gaping hole. He was also missing his ear on the same side, his left foot has appeared to have been badly broken at one time, and had healed at an unnatural angle, making him look like he was always turning the corner. His tail has long since been lost, leaving only the smallest stub, which he would constantly jerk and twitch. Ugly would have been a dark gray tabby striped-type, except for the sores covering his head, neck; even his shoulders with thick, yellow scabs.

Every time someone saw Ugly there was the same reaction "Thats one ugly cat!" All the children were warned not to touch him, the adults threw rocks at him, hosed him down, squirted him when he tried to come to their homes, or shut his paws in the door when he would not leave.

Ugly always had the same reaction. If you turned the hose on him, he would stand there, getting soaked until you gave up and quit. If you threw things at him, he would curl his lanky body around his feet in forgiveness. Whenever he spied children, he would come running meowing frantically and bump his head against their hands, begging for their love. If you ever picked him up he would immediately begin suckling on your shirt, earrings or what ever he could find.

One day Ugly shared his love with the neighbor's huskies. They did not respond kindly, and Ugly was badly mauled. From my apartment I could hear his screams, and I tried to rush to his aid. By the time I got to where he was laying, it was apparent Ugly's sad life was almost at an end.

Ugly lay in a wet circle, his back legs and lower back twisted grossly out of shape, a gaping tear in the white strip of fur that ran down his front. As I picked him up and tried to carry him home I could hear him wheezing and gasping, and I could feel him struggling. I must be hurting him terribly I thought.

Then I felt a familiar tugging, sucking sensation on my ear - Ugly, in so much pain, suffering and obviously dying was trying to suckle my ear. I pulled him closer to me, and he bumped my palm with his head. Then, he turned his one golden eye towards me. I could hear the distinct sound of purring. Even in the greatest pain that ugly battle-scarred cat was asking only for a little affection, perhaps some compassion.

At the moment I thought Ugly was the most beautiful, loving creature I had ever seen. Never once did he try to bite or scratch me, or even try to get away from me, or struggle in any way. Ugly just looked up at me completely trusting in me to relieve his pain.

Ugly died in my arms before I could get inside, but I sat and held him for a long time afterwards, thinking about how one scarred, deformed little stray could so alter my opinion about what it means to have true pureness of spirit, to love so totally and truly. Ugly taught me more about giving and compassion than a thousand books, lectures, or talk show specials ever could, and for that I will always be thankful. He had be scarred on the outside, but I was scarred on the inside, and it was time for me to move on and learn to love truly and deeply. To give my total to those I care for.

Many people want to be richer, more successful, well liked, beautiful, but for me, I will always try to be Ugly.

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This is a beautiful and sad story at the same time. It begs us to think about all the people we choose to ignore or spend less time with as a result of this reason or that. If we can all be a bit more 'Ugly,' the world would be a better place

Saint is a Sinner who never gave up

This is a story of two frogs told by Paramahansa Yogananda. It has a valuable spiritual importance. It stresses on the importance of persistence in a spiritual aspirant's life.

'Saint is a sinner who never gave up', this quote of Paramahansa Yogananda and this story both stress the importance of self effort for spiritual progress
There were two frogs living in a pond near a farm, It was spring and the grass was green with colorful flowers decorating it, There were swans swimming in the pond, butterflies flying around and fishes swimming and playing. It was a beautiful day and the big frog was very happy to sit and do nothing all day. The small frog jumped from behind the big frog "Get up! lets go and play in the pond" called to his friend.
The small frog jumped into the water with joy, the big frog followed. They swam in the pond happily, they crossed the pond into the barnyard having fun and playing on their way, leaping with joy. In their joy they were carelessly jumping around. It was the milking time at the barn and the frogs accidentally jumped into a bucket half filled with milk.
Insides of the bucket were slippery and it was hard to hold on to, they tried very hard but there was no way for them to get out. They were forced to stay inside and swim. They kept swimming for sometime, it was tiring them. The frogs shouted "Help! Help!" , unfortunately there was no help coming their way.
The big frog groaned "What is the use of swimming, we will die here anyway, I'm already tired, I can't swim anymore". "Don't give up my friend, lets keep trying, or else we will die" encouraged his little friend. They swam for some more time after that. The big frog finally said "I can't swim anymore, It is of no use, we will die anyway, I'm going to quit". The big frog stopped and it gradually sunk into the bottom.
The little frog said to itself "I'll keep trying as long as I can, or else I will also die". So he kept swimming for couple more hours. His legs were moving very slowly, hardly managing to stay on top. The little frog thought of giving up and ending his life , which seemed to be the only option he had.
He remembered what happened to his big friend and kept trying with all his might. "I will keep trying until I die. As long as I keep trying there is hope" thought the little frog.  He swam with all his strength, he was getting weak, splashes in the milk was the only sound he could hear. As he kept trying the milk was getting thicker and thicker with foam, making it difficult for him to swim.
The little frog kept swimming even when the milk got thicker making it difficult for him to swim. Milk got so thick that it was getting difficult even to take his legs out of the thick lump. When he was very close to last of his strengths he found a solid lump forming below him in the milk. As soon as the butter was solid enough to stand on it he jumped with all his strength and leaped outside the bucket.
His joy was immeasurable, He was filled with so much joy, from then on he decided he would keep trying no matter how difficult the situation is.
Moral of the story: Banat. Banat.. Ban jaaye (doing.. doing.. done) Saint is a sinner who never gave up. One should never give up his spiritual efforts no matter how much difficult it is to try. Keep trying, Keep trying

~Sanson Ki Mala Pe~

Sanson Ki Mala Pe
(literally: On the rosary of breath) is a bhajan originally sung by Meerabai (c. 1498 – c. 1557 AD), a Rajput princess and a Hindu mystic from Rajasthan in praise of Lord Krishna. The song has been sung by many famous artists.

[Lyrics & English Translations]

saaNsoN kii maalaa pe simruuN maiN pii ka naam

apne mann kii maiN jaanuuN aur pii ke mann kii Ram

With every breath I take, I chant the name of my beloved I know of my heart, and God knows of the heart of my beloved

yahii merii bandagii hai, yahii merii puujaa

This is my salutation [and] this is my prayer.

ek thaa saajan mandir meN aur ek thaa pritam masjid meN

par maiN prem ke rang meN aisii Duubii ban gayaa ek hii ruup

One lover was in the temple and another in the mosque but to me, immersed in the joy of love, both seemed same

prem kii maalaa japte japte aap banii maiN Shyam

Chanting on rosary, the name of Shyam [Lord Krishna], I become him. Note: A Hindu God sung and revered by the patrons of love.

ham aur nahiiN kuchu kaam ke

matvaare pii ke naam ke, har dam

I am worthless except that I surrender to the name of my beloved, all the time.

priitam kaa kuch dosh nahiiN hai vo to hai nirdosh

apne aap se baateN kar ke ho gayii maiN badnaam

My beloved is not to be blamed, it is no fault of his I became infamous only because of talking to myself.

Jeevan Ka Shingar Hai Preetam

Mang Pe Hai Sindoor

My beloved is the beautification of life And also the vermilion in my hair

Preetam Ki Nazron Se Girr Karr

Jeena Hai Kis Kaam

When fallen in my beloved’s eyes What use is living?

Sanson Ki Mala Pe Simroon Main Pi Ka Naam

On the garland of my breaths I have bejewelled my beloved’s name