Haldighati is a mountain pass between Khamnore and Bagicha village situated at Aravalli Range of Rajasthan in western India. The pass is located at a distance of 40 kilometres from Udaipur. The name 'Haldighati' is believed to have originated from the turmeric-coloured yellow soil of the area. The famous Haldighati war between Maha Rana Pratap & Man Singh (from Akbar's side) was fought here.
We are constantly looking outward for satisfaction and fulfillment, but if we truly looked in the mirror and saw all that we are, we would realize that we have everything inside of us to live happily and in blissful contentment.
I'm an old-fashioned guy... I want to be an old man with a beer belly sitting on a porch, looking at a lake or something.... ________________________________
These days I am constantly observing deforestation in the Rajmahal Hills and unfortunately I am fail to stop these disastrous activities.
It's my strong urge to the people of the city and the tribals living on the hills, kindly think about it once and you will come to know that we are disturbing the ecological balance of the planet Earth.
We should be ashamed of it!
Our city is known for its greenery and its naturality so it is our duty to preserve it.
Give your contribution by sharing the message and awaring the people about importance of plants in our life.
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Some would be happy seeing life flourishing under water and some would simply see food. One just sees what one wants to see....
Eagerly waiting for winter.
Will explore the mysterious stories, early settlements, cultures of the tribals and villages in Rajmahal hills. ➖Contact for free travel guidance 🤘 🛑Captured by :- @sunnykhan9291
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ATTACHMENT IS PAINFUL
This man in the picture was an eldest brother of my father but I used to call him Dad, coz he never loved me any less than my own dad. This is a rare picture of him, doing meditation in a cave of andaman and nicobar in 1976.His first lesson of meditation was given by my grandfather ( who himself was great yogi) in the year 1962 when he was just 12 years old. Unfortunately, he is not with me anymore. Died last year in July. I was closest to him in the family. I got more inclined towards yoga after his death. Though I started practicing meditation quite late, in 2012 when I was 20. Unlike my ancestors. But got serious about yoga to overcome this terrible pain of losing my loved one.
And this made realise that attachment is our clinging nature with anything. But everything is changeable and perishable. Nothing is permanent. When it changes or destroys,we begin to oppose it, we don't accept the reality. Which creates pain in our lives.
Don't attach with any situation (person,place or things) because it will change and can destroy us if remain attached to us. Non-attachment is wisdom.
Be a WISE not FOOLISH.
Accept this reality.
Live a peaceful and blissful life...! ! @fire.wings03 #blisslore#letsbuildyogacommunity
It has never been easy for him to be alone as hell,
But he made it.
No expectations, no excuses and no complaints.
Self reliant, selfhood and self-conscious. 📷Captured by :- @wandering365days 🖊Captioned by :- @wandering365days ♻️Say n🚫 to plastics,
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