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Spiritual Sizzlers


Bejan Daruwalla is India's most well - known astrologer. In this collection of poetry, Bejan reveals a new facet to his personality: that of a keen and sensitive poet. Whether it is an ode to the bliss of life or playful repartee with God, poems in admiration of Narendra Modi, poems addressed to the many people he has known, including his beloved wife, or philosophical meditations on fate and faith, the verses here are bound to move and mermerize you. The publishers are well known Harper Collins.

Some of the Poems :


Kill me a thousand times
But kiss me first
Burn me in hell forever
But give me a slice of heaven first
Throw me in the garbage
But smile a sunshine meadow first
Walk away from me forever
But put head on my chest and say, “Your heart beats for me” first

Daal - Bhaat (Rice and Daal)

No God, Nirvana I do not want
Salvation is out of the question
I am too imperfect for it
Lord, help me to make the perfect dish - "daal - bhaat"
plain daal of simple truth
and the rice of sincerity
and the roti of kindness
and a pinch of salt of humour
Lord, can you do that much for me?

Western Amba Mata?

This tarot card no: 21 (XXI) shows a woman with a wreath / garland around her. Garland signifies victory. No 21 (XXI) means the 21st century. The Eagle, the Queen of birds, is atop her head. The Eagle is the symbol of supreme spirituality. On one side of the woman is the Lion (power). On the other side is the Bull (stamina). The French word LE MONDE, means the World. By correlating the complete image, I think and feel that, in our 21st century the feminine principle or energy will bring both, peace and progress to the world. Therefore, I say very humbly that the tarot card shows the western version of our own mighty Amba Mata. I may be right or wrong. But my Ganeshji is always with me.

No 17 and 3 Ms

Ganesha says the secret of life and astrology is, “Observe! Observe! Observe!” Merkel of Germany, our own Modi and Michelle, the wife of Obama, were all born on the 17th. A picture says a thousand words. Therefore I am forwarding the actual tarot card of number 17. We can see a lady pouring water on the Earth and nourishing it. The tarot card is called "Star". Simply put this tarot card means a great and powerful destiny. Yes I agree that it may not hold true for all the persons born on the 17th. I am open minded.

Parsees – Mad But Not Bad / Sad

We Parsees are mad but not bad and sad. A case in point? I am quoting verbatim, (exactly, the same words) from my annual horoscope. ‘I met Field Marshal Manekshaw at a party. It was hilarious. Parsee to Parsee he turned towards me and with mock seriousness said, “Tell me, O mighty astrologer of India, whether I am the real Manekshaw or his duplicate?’With equal mock seriousness, I replied, ‘Both of us know that you are only a duplicate.’ Manehsaw’s eyes twinkled merrily and his long Parsee nose twitched happily.

The late Gav Daruwalla (no cousin of mine) and I were collegians, just 17 years old. We wanted to find out the real meaning of salvation. At 7 in the morning we went to the Sabarmati river below the Ellisbridge in Ahmedabad. We saw a Sadhu walking in the sands with his lota. We approached him and asked The Sadhu what is salvation? He replied, “I was a former professor of history at Banaras. Salvation goes very well with the 2 Ss – sit and shit. Pointing out a finger he said right now I am going to the corner over there. I will sit very peacefully and shit very comfortably and easily. The relief I will get afterwards is the only true salvation in life. I certainly value this mighty salvation tip.

My cousin Daruwalla a good Parsee, had bouts of sudden, uncontrollable, religious fervour. Manekchowk was, and still is, a mighty busy market in Ahmedabad. Donkey years ago Kushwant Singh invited me to write the weekly forecast for Hindustan Times. When I went to Delhi, I paid him a visit. We laughed and joked over a cup of tea and he said he was either a Leo or an Aquarius. Suddenly I said, “Give me a cigarette”. Kushwant laughed loudly and asked a colleague to give me one. Then he wrote about the visit, “pure craziness. The Parsees and the Sikhs never ever smoke. And here was my own mad astrologer a Parsee asking me a Sikh for a cigarette right in my own office. He wanted to beard me the Lion in my own den”. I think I have now proved very efficiently that we Parsees are mad but not bad and sad. I rest my case.