SWAT analysis of woman by Vedic vectors part 3

SWAT analysis of woman by Vedic vectors part 3
An opportunity to strike for women
Regards 
Hare krsna

SWAT analysis of the woman, Part 2

SWAT analysis of woman via Vedic vector, part 2

describing her weakness.

until and unless we know our weakness, how can we overcome them.

keep an open mind to read them, because only intelligent women can comprehend them.

regards

hare krsna

SWAT analysis of the woman using vedic vectors! part -1

DO YOU WANT TO LOSE 10 KG OF YOUR WEIGHT MAGICALLY, HERE’S HOW IT’S DONE!

ARE YOU READY?

How good it would be if the weighing machine at your house suddenly drops the needle 10 kg less than your actual weight. At first you will have the perfect selfie ‘awe’ pose and soon when the realization starts to filter in, you would think for buying a new weighing machine. That’s the two best case scenarios how this sudden ’10 kg dip’ would have the climax.

Well in my case I am hanging on to the same faithful machine.

The reason why I started to doubt it’s loyalty towards me and then finally deciding against terminating it’s servility.

So here’s how the story goes.

One fine day, a monk came to my clinic for the treatment of a random rash that appeared on his face. Well during the course of our talk he suddenly wanted his weight to be checked. Well that’s not odd, people are curious to check their piling up adipose.

So he went on the weighing machine abandoning his padukas {the wooden slippers} but carried his chanting bag along with him. The needle of the weighing machine trembled for few seconds finally settling to the 73 kg, which I audibly pronounced as the final verdict.

First he smiled at me and then came down the weighing machine but another second, too my utter disbelief he went again on it, but this time without his chanting bag, which he carefully kept on my table.

What would be the weight of that humble chanting bag that carried the rosary beads in it, nothing more than a negligible fraction as compared to his giant curvature? But patients have their whims which we sometimes over look.

He asked me to check his weight again.

Mamma mia! This time the radar went and settled on 83 kg, sweeping ten kg more.

What an embarrassing moment for me if the simplest of the instrument in my clinic doesn’t work properly. I apologized to him and ask him to get down from the machine.

As the famous Indian ‘jugaur’ I kicked it twice with my feet and asked the monk to get on it again, hopefully this time it will not disappoint me. The monk was happy to do the needful but this time he chose to go up with his modest looking orange chanting bag. Readings was 73 kg again.

Before I could react, he gave me his chanting bag. As soon as he did, his weight went up ten kg. Reading was 83 kg.

I looked at his face all bewildered. But he kept smiling.

He did it two more times with and without his chanting bag and the weight went down and up respectively.

How was this possible, it went against the basic rules of class 2 maths?

The mystery was killing me and finally I garnered nerves and asked him.

“It’s your weighing machine, you tell?” he said simply.

“Well it’s something in your chanting bag that’s doing the trick; it takes away ten kg of your weight instantly. How could it? Is it magnet or something else, please sir, do tell.” I humbly and curiously asked him.

No magnets in it or anything of that kind in it, he showed me.

“I don’t know about weight but my beads do take away my ego, my anger, my obstinacy, my arrogance, my stubbornness. Well taking away that 10 kg load, that’s even new to me....” and then he smiled and walked away with his medicines.

That’s the most amazing life lesson I learned that day, we carry so much of added burden with us in the name of false ego and superior intelligence that weighs so much on our soul and we don’t even realize that. Are we ready to shed it away and pick up the rosary beads in our hand and chant the holy name of our lord?

As per the part my weighing machine going bananas, it turns out that it didn’t repeat it’s tantrum that day forth and has been back to its prior loyal self, accurately telling the weight of my patients irrespective of the fact as many times they step up on it. Well with no exceptions I am also weighing the same.

But the questions still linger large, well this holy month of Kartik, what do you decide to shed off from your added burdens as the austerity in the name of our lord?

Think about it and do enlighten me with your comments.....

Till then Happy Kartik to you all.

ENTIRE MEDICAL SCIENCE IN ONE SHLOKA OF BHAGAVAD GITA, 16.21

CALCULATING THE SUM TOTAL OF SUCCESS IN STUDENTS BY CHANAKYA VECTOR!

FINDING SHABRI!

“FINDING SHABRI!”

Shabri is a very humble character from Ramayana. The old ascetic woman who waited her entire life in the forest of Dankaranya for her lord Ram, so that she could serve him ‘ber’ fruits {Indian plum}.

For years she used to keep her hut neat and clean and used to diligently pluck those bers everyday from the forest. She used to taste them, running a quality check that they may not be affected by insects or be raw or over ripped to an extent of being spoiled.

For her entire years of living that was her daily routine. And when at the ripe old age when Lord Ram do came to her hut, she was more than delighted. Her patience has paid as she got to serve her Lord.

With motherly affection and altruistic love she served her lord, picking and tasting the ber fruits and then serving him. The lord took immense pleasure in eating shabri’s half eaten bers. He immortalized shabri’s affectionate bers forever. That even today they are talked in high regards.

That’s the story part of Ramayana.

The question is, do you find Shabri in real life, the lady so poor in finances but rich in heart to serve all?

Well I fortunately stumbled over the one and look at the co-incidence, the cute old lady plays the part of shabri in the local ram leela, though her professional credentials is of the vegetables vendor.

What so Shabri about her, apart from her acting skills?

So here her real life story goes. Once upon a time she was a very wealthy woman living in a very posh locality of Delhi. Her husband lost all their wealth in gambling and the poor lady and her entire family came to bare grounds of poverty. Her kids didn’t turn out to be brilliant and instead of supporting their mother became a parasite on her meager

income.

Such hard reality check would break people and push them to cliff end of depression but this lady turned out to be a contrast. She didn’t have one freaking line of frown on her forehead but instead her phizog sketched out the laughter lines.

She is always ready and enthusiastic to take part in religious activities and surprisingly ready to donate a big part of her earnings too. She is ready to serve the people and sometimes give away her vegetables for free to those who couldn’t afford. Well such statistics with economy won’t have made her business last long but surprisingly she has been on the firm grounds since past twenty years.

Is she foolishly philanthropic?

I don’t know but when you ask her that, she would say, “it doesn’t matter you have big pocket or the small one but it does matter if you have a big heart or the small one.....”

Well what ever be her life philosophy, the lady is busy now-a-days with her role in the on-going ram leela, rehearsing her dialogues with her clients and working on her act to bring perfection to the shabri she plays on stage, though she had perfectly nailed it in real life.