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Hanuman Chalisa

This post transplanted from My Musings. The Language[hindi,english mix] is not up to the mark of this blog.
My apologies.

Wednesday, May 14, 2008 3:24 PM
Hum,happiness ki baat karte hain,fast life hai aajkal,time ki kami rehti hai.Stress bad gaya hai.
Apni life ko smooth banana ho to Hanuman Chalisa pad sakte ho.
Yeh Hanuman Chalisa hai kya? Its basically in lay man's terms, a poem, containing 40 chaupais.
Written by Sri Tulsidas,this is my favorite piece of poetry.
Now, lets see the problems that one may face and doubts many people including me genrally have
1. Language - I never studied or learned Sanskrit In school, so reading this was as difficult as understanding mathematics.Aur yeh problem, kaafi logon ko aati hai. Excuse bi kaafi acha ban jata hai. Just now pankhuri informed me that meaning nai samjh aate and connect nai kar pata insaan.
Ab har problem ka solution to maine dhundna hi hai. Aap log internet ka advantage leke yeh link par click kar sakte hain.Us link pe jab aap click karenge, you will see the English translation and aap samjh sakte hain, what Tulsidas was trying to say.
2 Recital- Now, language barriers arent restrained to just reading,recital main bi problem aati hai. Iska simple solution hai. Download hanuman chalisa in any of the upteeneth gadgets you have got,Aajkal to itne sare mediums aage to save music files. Save karo and listen to it carefully.
Starting main jab u recitng the chalisa saath main audio chala lo and humm along. Dheere dheere tempo ban jayega and you will feel comfortable in reciting it, apne samne, booklet kholo, read karo and sath main audio chalu rakho.
3. A smile lightens up my face,as i hear any line of the chalisa. Maybe its because of the immense
positive energy it radiates. Sometimes all my tensions of the day,come rushing in as i hear it.
But i feel calm after reading it. Everyone Should read it.
4. time factor Time nai hota logon ke paas. Aisa excuse ata hai mere paas. 9 minute ke aas paas lagte hain, if u are recitng along with audio. Without audio kam time lagta hai. Appke paas 24 hours main se 9 minute nai hain? Best idea is to recite it while travelling. Aajkal hum commuting karte hain kitna time waste hota hai, chup chaap recite karlo. Pata hai,ghar se school 10 minute lagne hain, mann main path karlo. Simple.
5. Vidhi vidhaan se jo karya kiya jaye sabse acha rehta hai. Issliye aasan banake, roz subah nahane ke baad, east ki taraf face karke, ho sake to, path karo. Apne bazurgon se gyan lo, kis tarah se isse best possible way main pada jaaye, to maximize the gains.
Jai Sri Hanuman

1 comments:

CrippLeD SaM said...
|| Om Shri Hanumate Namah: ||

Thanks for your very nice Homepage!

If you are intersted in Hanuman Ji, you can download Hanuman Chalisa Mp3 and Pictures from:

http://hanumanji.wordpress.com

YouRs SinCereLy M!sTer CrippLeD SaM
Wednesday, May 21, 2008 7:31:00 PM

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