As a little girl when I had no idea about the mind and what does a mental illness feel like, I used to hear Monga Ji say that depression, anxiety, schizophrenia, etc. are incurable diseases and that medical science has no cure for them. These were just statements that I always remembered but did not know the enormity of these mental illnesses and how helpless does one feel in the world when this dooms over them. I did not have a religious upbringing. I did not have a God to complain to or to hold my hand. I never believed in anything. In Aug 2000, my parents came in contact with Monga Ji and started doing P3y. I was 11 years old then. It took me some time to learn to do it properly and then I found my lifeline, my best friend, Paramji. I saw miracles happen at that very early age. I studied Science and believed in Science but at the same time, I could not ignore the miracles I experienced with P3y. It was troubling but I believed in P3y more with every wish that was fulfilled and with
When I found my stolen phone… We never realize how much we love our stuff unless we lose it…forever! And it is loathsome that despite the “wherewithal” that the modern technology has provided us with, we are too lazy to back up our valuable data. They really need to invent some cheap robotic arms to do all the work. That day I was in my college canteen having the usual Maggi , toast and tea (this is all the vegetarian food you can hope to get in Srinagar…oh yes! We always have the “ Krishna Dhaba ”!) when in order to find a cozy corner for myself away from those prying eyes and the nasty Sun, I shifted my chair inside. On my way back to the hostel, I realized that I had got so indulged in my meal that I forgot to take my cell phone along when I shifted places in the canteen. I whisked back to the canteen only to find it missing. My worst nightmare had come true. My very sleek Nokia that would never miss anybody’s coveting eye was STOLEN! I began to question everybody around and felt