Profile of Parul

SR No.: 032319
Original Sutra Author: N/A
Author: Pratap J Tolia
Publisher: Vardhaman Bharati International Foundation
Publication Year: 1990
Total Pages: 98
Language: English
Classification: Book_English
File Size: 22 MB

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Why a serene, silent, sober and wise compassionate soul like Parul is not spared by the Karmic Destiny ?... Why she left us so suddenly, what were our faults ? where did she choose to go--In that land of SILENCE which was very dear to her? In GANDHARVALOKA playing Veena, just as her Sitar here? In the shelter of Mount Girnar, about which she was singing in her "previous birth-revealing" childhood poem : THIS LAND IS NOT MINE...? In MAHAVIDEHA KSHETRA in the shelter of the Paramgurus? or in the lap of the Holy Mother in new form at Hampi, the real world of which was too much dear to her than this 'artificial world' and had resolved, as menti. oned in her article, “I SHALL COME BACK HERE AGAIN, SOON.....? Doesn't she sing and say in Chachaji Gurdial Mallikji's words:" IS ROOP NAHI, OOS ROOP SAHI, HAM JATE HAIN FIR AYENGE....''?
Leaving aside for a while to go deep into the above queries as most of the Saints-Seers-Mystics-Spiritualists have visualized and forecasted, Parul's now sublimely soaring soul wili come back once to be with us in new elevated physical form, in addition to her now dweling divine form of her writings and voice, etc., before she sublimes high and high in SUPER LANDS, ultimately reaching the SIDDHALOKA, from where one has never to return to this cycle of Births and Deaths....!
. Whatever be her new form, presently we are greatly missing her every moment that is passing and are realizing that - --Now that sweet loving voice, “Bapu...! Bapu ...!" with which she was awakening me as and when instructed, will never be heard live..! -Now those spontaneous outbirsts of laughters will never be heard and enjoyed, which she was distributing while cutting her innocent witty jokes...! -Now that ever-smiling shining face and sparkling meditative eyes will never be seen which were booming on all ! - and now those long petal-like Fingers will never catch her 'magic, pen' and move on Sitar, Soormandal or Tanpura and in Dance gestures, which pointed towards the DIVINE.........! Om Shantı.......!!
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