Welcome everyone.
Let's close our eyes for a moment and take one slow deep breath in.
And exhale softly.
Today we are not just talking about Holi.
We are remembering something ancient.
Sacred.
Something we have quietly forgotten.
For most people,
Holi has become colors,
Noise,
Parties,
Alcohol,
Distraction.
But Holi was never meant to make us lose ourselves.
The purpose is to help us find ourselves.
Before the colors,
There is fire.
The first ritual of Holi is not celebration.
It is Holi Ka Dahan.
The fire that burns ego,
Fear,
False identity.
Holi is not just outside.
It is a burning of the darkness inside us like anger,
Greed,
Jealousy,
Pride.
If these are not burned,
Throwing colors is just entertainment.
It is not transformation.
And this truth is hidden inside a powerful story.
The story of a child devotee.
And the fierce form of the Supreme Consciousness.
Lord Narsimha.
And the devotee,
Prahlad.
Long ago,
There was a king named Hiranyakashipu.
Very powerful.
He was almost immortal after getting powers from extreme penance.
Creator Brahma bestowed him with almost immortality.
He believed,
I am God.
He wanted everyone to worship him.
And most of the people were worshipping him.
But his own son,
Little Prahlad,
Refused.
The child's heart belonged only to Lord Narayan.
Not out of fear or ritual,
But pure love.
Even when threatened,
He didn't shake.
Even when punished,
He didn't hate.
Even when tortured,
He kept taking the name of the Lord Narayan.
He always said,
I am protected.
The divine is with me.
Imagine that level of faith in a small child.
Standing before a tyrant king.
And still smiling.
His father,
Hiranyakashipu,
Tried everything to kill him.
He tried to poison him.
Used snakes to bite him.
Throwing from high cliffs.
He used tantra signs.
Still,
Nothing touched Prahlad.
Because devotion creates a shield stronger than steel.
And at the end,
King shouted,
Where is your God?
Is he in this pillar?
Prahlad said softly,
My dear father,
He is everywhere.
And in that moment,
The pillar cracked.
A roar filled the sky.
Not just a mere man or animal,
But Narsimha,
Half lion,
Half human,
Fierce form.
The divine doesn't always come softly.
Sometimes it comes like a storm to destroy injustice.
Narsimha removed the ego of the king and protected the innocent heart of the devotee.
This is holy.
Not just colors.
Protection of devotion.
Victory of faith.
Destruction of ego.
Now ask yourself,
Who is Hiranyakashipu inside you?
Your anger.
Your pride.
Your I know everything.
And who is Prahlad inside you?
That quiet voice.
That innocence.
That part of you that simply trusts life.
Every day,
The ego tries to dominate.
But your inner soul still whispers the truth.
Holy,
It reminds us.
Burn the ego.
Protect the heart.
When you listen deeply,
Narsimha is not outside.
That power,
That courage,
That divine protection lives inside your own heart.
Today we celebrate with colors,
But forget consciousness.
We drink.
We overindulge.
Lose awareness and call it celebration.
But real celebration is clarity.
Real joy needs no intoxication.
When the heart is pure,
Even sitting silently feels like a festival.
Holy was meant to color the soul,
Not just the skin.
Let's take one minute now.
Close your eyes.
Feel your breath.
Inhale.
And exhale.
Imagine a flame inside your chest.
Burning fear.
Burning ego.
Burning heaviness.
And from that flame,
A bright light arises.
Calm,
Protected,
Free.
That is your true nature.
That is your inner Narsimha.
That is your real color.
If this touched your heart,
Come sit with us every week.
We practice together,
Breathe together,
Meditate together.
Not just yoga for the body,
But yoga for the soul.
Join our weekly talks,
Meditation and yoga sessions.
Let's celebrate Holi not just once a year,
But every day by living awake.
Happy Holi.
Stay blessed.
Stay aware.
