Why this blog is called "Gallimaufry".

gal-uh-MAW-free\, noun.

Originally meaning "a hash of various kinds of meats," "gallimaufry" comes from French galimafrée; in Old French, from the word galer, "to rejoice, to make merry"; in old English: gala + mafrer: "to eat much," and from Medieval Dutch maffelen: "to open one's mouth wide."

It's also a dish made by hashing up odds and ends of food; a heterogeneous mixture; a hodge-podge; a ragout; a confused jumble; a ridiculous medley; a promiscuous (!) assemblage of persons.

Those of you who know me, will, I’m sure, understand how well some of these phrases (barring the "promiscuous" bit!) fit me.

More importantly, this blog is an ode to my love for Shimla. I hope to show you this little town through my eyes. If you don't see too many people in it, forgive me, because I'm a little chary of turning this into a human zoo.

Stop by for a spell, look at my pictures, ask me questions about Shimla, if you wish. I shall try and answer them as best as I can. Let's be friends for a while....

31 July 2010

Prayer is the world in tune, A spirit-voice, and vocal joys, whose echo is Heaven's bliss.

Of all duties, prayer certainly is the sweetest and most easy. A prayer sent from the heart's deep core is a sally of the soul into the unfound infinite. Prayer may be inaudible speech, bit it is necessarily a candid dialogue with that higher entity, it is an attempt to represent yourself, in order to go to the roots of action.

I love to give thanks in solitude. For me, it is wordless, and mainly takes the form of thanksgiving. Thanksgiving gives my prayer wings and it goes where it must go. My prayer knows much more about it than I do. I say my prayer without giving the Almighty reasons why he should grant this, or that; he knows best what is good for us.

Prayer is not necessarily sitting before an idol, or telling beads, or reciting shlokas... To pray is to pay attention to something or someone other than myself. Whenever I concentrate my attention something so that I completely forget my own ego and desires, I am praying.











Prayer

Great God, I ask for no meaner pelf
Than that I may not disappoint myself,
That in my action I may soar as high
As I can now discern with this clear eye.
And next in value, which thy kindness lends,
That I may greatly disappoint my friends,
Howe'er they think or hope that it may be,
They may not dream how thou'st distinguished me.

That my weak hand may equal my firm faith
And my life practice what my tongue saith
That my low conduct may not show
Nor my relenting lines

That I thy purpose did not know
Or overrated thy designs.

Henry David Thoreau


7 comments:

Autar mota said...

Those who Pray together stay together .Now we have corporate Prayers as well . In our office we begin the day with a Prayer
Ittanee Shakti Hamein Denaa daata.
I Liked this post . Excellent Photographs ..

Samina munir said...

Loved your post!.....Prayer is a song of the heart!The desires of a soul....Longing to reach the divine....to hear us....to listen to the beatings..of the longings...within us!Dua....in any way..is orignal to all of us...as unique..as we all are....Love you..Geeta...!

Ravinder Makhaik said...

"Razzi usmein jismein their raaza"

Gallimaufry said...

Autar-ji, thank you so much!

Samina, heyyy :) Well said, dear one.

Ravinder, agree, agree, agree. (Ages since we met up).

Dr Jonathan Miles-Watson said...

What a great post - it reminds me to make more time for prayer.

There are those who say that the value of prayer can be captured by scientific double blind studies, showing quicker healing rates for the sick, but I recognise what I know as prayer more in your words, and those of Rowan Williams when he says that when we pray:

'from the depth of [our] being there is a kind of welling-up of life and love directed towards that mysterious source... So when I pray I'm trying to make room for that. I'm not trying to fill up the space, I'm not trying to do something, but I'm trying almost to be carried on that 'rising water'. There is a line from T S Eliot's Four Quartets: 'And the pool was filled with water out of sunlight' which is a beautiful image of something rising up; but for that to happen you have to let go of a lot. You have to still your body and your imagination and let something flower, let something happen, and sooner or later your mind and your feelings have to get out of the way. So prayer is communion, it's that allowing the depth within and the depth outside to come together'.

Gallimaufry said...

Jonathan, I love Rowan Williams' words. Thank you so much for sharing them. Ditto Eliot. Huge.Sigh.

Prabha said...

Its taken me back from where i came,Prayers have immense power.I remember as a small kid when my parents told me to pray and i actually always forgot all my list geetali....belive me it still happens but now i have started asking in prayers....Because i belive in him and he gives you all,blessings,peace....anything!!! You should ask...I am gods child and i know God will bless me.


You really reminded me of so much:)

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