Special Moments :)

You were born together, and together you shall be forevermore.

You shall be together when the white wings of death scatter your days.
Ay, you shall be together even in the silent memory of God.
But let there be spaces in your togetherness,
And let the winds of the heavens dance between you.

Love one another, but make not a bond of love:
Let it rather be a moving sea between the shores of your souls.
Fill each other's cup but drink not from one cup.
Give one another of your bread but eat not from the same loaf
Sing and dance together and be joyous, but let each one of you be alone,
Even as the strings of a lute are alone though they quiver with the same music.

Give your hearts, but not into each other's keeping.
For only the hand of Life can contain your hearts.
And stand together yet not too near together:

For the pillars of the temple stand apart,
And the oak tree and the cypress grow not in each other's shadow.

Khalil Gibran on Marriage

Wander Mind

I stumbled at my blog today after a long time. May be there is a soar in my heart which I do not want to express or may be I am too emotional at times to be a practical independent woman. I read somewhere today - Expectation are the root cause of heart ache. Oh I totally agree to it. But my only question to ask at present is why should you not expect things or few words of empathy from your near and dear ones. Is that something really big to ask for? If people have expectations way beyond your capabilities - isn't it a good thing? What is wrong in expecting a phone call from your dear friend or a text message from a friend who is miles away from you.

 

I really don't know the reason for writing this post. But there are things which I want to share and I find peace when I let my thoughts and feeling flow through this medium.

 

For a long time now - I have many a times  felt like I am standing on a riverbank just watching the water of life go by - sometimes too scared to jump in and play. May be - I have been always waiting for the perfect current to come so that I could ride all the way to the completion of my intensely detailed life goals.I never wanted to move until I was certain. Life is flowing like the water itself and as the days pass and you look back you see changes - changes in all aspects!

 

As they say going with the flow is best part of life. Some days you will  have your way and some times it will drain you out. Either way, it's experience.

Emotions Lead Nowhere

"Whether you are guided by your emotions or guided by your intellect, it leads to despair because it leads nowhere. But you realize that love is not pleasure, love is not desire.You know what pleasure is, sir? When you look at something or when you have a feeling, to think about that feeling, to dwell constantly upon that feeling gives you pleasure, and that pleasure you want and you repeat that pleasure over and over again. When a man is very ambitious or a little ambitious, that gives him pleasure. When a man is seeking power, position, prestige in the name of the country, in the name of an idea, and all the rest of it, that gives him pleasure. He has no love at all, and therefore he creates mischief in the world. He brings about war within and without.So one has to realize that emotions, sentiment, enthusiasm, the feeling of being good, and all that have nothing whatsoever to do with real affection, compassion. All sentiment, emotions have to do with thought and therefore lead to pleasure and pain. Love has no pain, no sorrow, because it is not the outcome of pleasure or desire."

Rumbling Thoughts

My thoughts are fragmented

My feelings unrealised

I am on a surreal sojourn

All alone walked in life

Dreams and hopes in my eyes

Sometimes its hard to find answers of mysterious ways of life

It's difficult to explain how one feels at times

It's stupid for some, too risky for others

But a dream and a different one is hard to achieve

Its amazing - how we forget we are mere travellers traversing this world

I have a question which keeps lingering in my soul

Why do we seek permanence when life itself is temporary?

Her Hands

Her hands held me gently from the day I took my first breath.
Her hands helped to guide me as I took my first step.

Her hands held me close when the tears would start to fall.
Her hands were quick to show me that she would take care of it all.

Her hands were there to brush my hair, or straighten a wayward bow.
Her hands were often there to comfort the hurts that didn't always show.

Her hands helped hold the stars in place, and encouraged me to reach.
Her hands would clap and cheer and praise when I captured them at length.

Her hands would also push me, though not down or in harm's way.
Her hands would punctuate the words, just do what I say.

Her hands sometimes had to discipline, to help bend this young tree.
Her hands would shape and mould me into all she knew I could be.

Her hands are now twisting with age and years of work,
Her hands now need my gentle touch to rub away the hurt.

Her hands are more beautiful than anything can be.
Her hands are the reason I am me

--- Maggie Pittman

Successful Vs Unsuccessful People

The Subtle form of "ME"

“I don’t know if I have a fever, as I feel I do, or if I’ve stopped having the fever of sleeping through life. Yes, I repeat, I’m like a traveller who suddenly finds himself in a strange town, without knowing how he got there, which makes me think of those who lose their memory and for a long time are not themselves but someone else. I was someone else for a long time – since birth and consciousness – and suddenly I’ve woken up in the middle of a bridge, leaning over the river and knowing that I exist more solidly than the person I was up till now. But the city is unknown to me, the streets are new, and the trouble has no cure. And so, leaning over the bridge, I wait for the truth to go away and let me return to being fictitious and non-existent, intelligent and natural.”  - The Book of Disquiet

Addictions by Sri Sri Ravi Shankar

All addictions of this planet promise joy, but they never deliver. Let's take the simple addiction of smoking. Smoking does not bring any joy, but not smoking gives you pain, suffering, and problem.

 

How to get over it?

 

There are three things that you do to get over addictions:

1. Fear of disease: If doctor says, if you take one more peg of alcohol you will be dead.
2. Greed. If someone tempts ...you for something bigger. If you stop your addiction for a month you will get a million rupees.
3. Love for something higher.

I would prefer love over fear and greed. Love can elevate your body-mind complex and stop the craving. Having a bigger addiction - something that can intoxicate you. This is love for the creator, love for God. A higher ecstasy that you can find through meditation and pranayama.


- Hard to achieve but not difficult.

Remembering you mom :-)

I haven’t been upto much lately - except that today I feel a bit weird and vacuum from inside. I know I haven’t been a great kid at times but you have always been the most wonderful and rational mother one can ever have. They say you realise the worth of a person in his/her absence and its proven right.

Today, for some reason - I feel like jabbering everything- like an overjoyed kid  -like the way I would have, had you been in front of me mom. I wish I could just put my head in your lap and abuse, be illogical, be my own self and wicked because you have never judged me. I feel like wandering about aimlessly in this world.  How I wish I could question the age old futile conventions and traditions which are from my understanding no good to people unless one really knows what they are following.

I wish I could sit with you without calculating my seconds, minutes and hours.  I wish I could listen to you and your unsaid pain.

How I wish I could do it today!

We are a generation of idiots, smart phones, TV and dumb people

Looking at the title of this post one must have felt that I am either mocking someone or taking out my frustration or anger. Sigh!

I was having this conversation sometime back with a friend of mine who was continuously looking either at his phone rather I should say smart phone or looking at that idiot box which has actually nothing good to offer and when the attention was not given I was obviously distressed. I sometimes wonder how these small things have replaced human relations. The things of ease have become things of distress. Anyway, when I revolted that I was not given any attention for my conversation - there was a very simple yet powerful statement coming from this friend of mine which actually disturbed me so much that I had to vent my anger by writing this post. He said ," My phone has more features than you and why should I even listen to you." I was a little stunned/depressed listening to this statement. After some time when things came back to normal - I actually thought/analysed this statement in depth. What was it that I felt bad about - was it the statement which I never expected from that dear friend of mine or was it the truth behind the statement.

I am sure we all would relate to this kind of situation. We all do the same things - look at our smart phones, sit at home-watch a screen, browse through social media sites - missing every day opportunities.

The present day life has become so hectic that we don't see the chances we miss. We are so busy that we don't even realize that we have limited, finite number of days of our existence. I am sure no one among us would want to get caught up in useless things because when the end comes, nothing is worse than regret.
 

The more we connect with our phones and gadgets, the more isolated we are making ourselves, making conversations and face to face interactions practically isolate. Put down the phone, walk away from the screen. You don't know the moments you are missing right now.

Look Up - is a spoken word film for the online generation 

I have 422 friends yet I am lonely
I speak to all of them everyday yet none of them really know me
The problem I have sits in the space in-between
Looking into their eyes or at a name on a screen

I took a step back and opened my eyes
I looked round and realised
This media we call social is anything but
when we open our computers and it’s our doors we shut

All this technology we have it’s just an illusion
Community, companionship, a sense of inclusion
When you step away from this device of delusion
You awaken to see a world of confusion

A world where we’re slaves to the technology we mastered
Where information gets sold by some rich, greedy bastard
A world of self-interest, self-image, self-promotion
Where we all share our best bits but leave out the emotion

We’re at our most happy with an experience we share
But is it the same if no one is there?
Be there for your friends and they’ll be there too
But no one will be if a group message will do

We edit and exaggerate, crave adulation
We pretend not to notice the social isolation
We put our words into order till our lives are glistening
We don’t even know if anyone is listening

Being alone isn’t the problem let me just emphasis
If you read a book, paint a picture, or do some exercise
You’re being productive and present not reserved and reclused
You’re being awake and attentive and putting your time to good use

So when you’re in public and you start to feel alone
Put your hands behind your head, step away from the phone
You don’t need to stare at your menu or at your contact list
Just talk to one another, learn to co-exist

I can’t stand to hear the silence of a busy commuter train
When no one wants to talk for the fear of looking insane
We’re becoming unsocial, it no longer satisfies
To engage with one another and look into someone’s eyes.

We’re surrounded by children who since they were born
Have watched us living like robots and think it’s the norm
It’s not very likely you’ll make world’s greatest Dad
If you can’t entertain a child without using an iPad

When I was a child I’d never be home
I’d be out with my friends, on our bikes we’d roam
I’d wear holes in my trainers and graze up my knees
Or build our own clubhouse high up in the trees

Now the park is so quiet it gives me a chill
See no children outside and the swings hanging still
There’s no skipping, no hopscotch, no church and no steeple
We’re a generation of idiots, smart phones and dumb people

So look up from your phone, shut down the display
Take in your surroundings, make the most of today
Just one real connection is all it can take
To show you the difference that being there can make

Be there in the moment as she gives you the look
That you remember forever as when love overtook
The time she first held your hand or first kissed your lips
The time you first disagreed but still loved her to bits

The time you don’t have to tell hundreds of what you’ve just done
Because you want to share this moment with just this one.
The time you sell your computer so you can buy a ring
For the girl of your dreams who is now the real thing

The time you want to start a family and the moment when
You first hold your little girl and get to fall in love again
The time she keeps you up at nights and all you want is rest
And the time you wipe away the tears as your baby flees the nest

The time your baby girl returns with a boy for you to hold
And the time he calls you Grandad and makes you feel real old
The time you take in all you’ve made when you’re giving life attention
And how you’re real glad you didn’t waste it by looking down at some invention

The time you hold your wife’s hand, sit down beside her bed.
You tell her that you love her, lay a kiss upon her head.
She then whispers to you quietly as her heart gives a final beat
That she’s lucky she got stopped by that lost boy in the street

But none of these times ever happened. You never had any of this
When you’re too busy looking down, you don’t see the chances you miss

So look up from your phones, shut down those displays
We have a finite existence, a set number of days
Don’t waste your life getting caught in the net
because when the end comes, nothing’s worse than regret

I am guilty too of being part of this machine
this digital world we are heard but not seen
where we type as we talk and read as we chat
where we spend hours together without making eye-contact

So don’t give in to a life where you follow the hype
Give people your love, don’t give them your “like”
Disconnect from the need to be heard and defined
Go out into the world, leave distractions behind

Look up from your phone, shut down the display
Stop watching the screen, live life the real way.

Emptiness of the brain

And walking on that road, there was complete emptiness of the brain, and the mind was free of all experience, the knowing of yesterday, though a thousand yesterdays have been. Time, the thing of thought, had stopped; literally there was no movement before and after; there was no going or arriving or standing still. Space as distance was not; there were the hills and bushes but not as high and low. There was no relationship with anything but there was an... awareness of the bridge and the passer-by. The totality of the mind, in which is the brain with its thoughts and feelings, was empty; and because it was empty, there was energy, a deepening and widening energy without measure. All comparison, measurement belong to thought and so to time. The otherness was the mind without time; it was the breath of innocence and immensity. Words are not reality; they are only means of communication but they are not the innocence and the immeasurable. The emptiness was alone.

Revered Thoughts

"When you feel connected of being within you is when it will open to love, undivided, selfless, without excluding, without break, without imposing, without double standards, without hypocrisy - there begins - a beautiful journey home, crossing all obstacles, crossing all barriers, imposed by power, a shift - imposed by turbulent energies, imposed by beings without soul. You can! Stop your way much less away from your chosen path and guided by your heart. Nothing can obscure your essence, your presence, nothing can turn off your higher self! NOTHING- Internal/External.

 

It's a fact."

Faith

 

"He is neither manifest nor hidden, He is neither revealed nor unrevealed: there are no words to tell that which He is. He is without form, without quality, without decay."

It's just another date Nee - Chillax

Long time - I have not visited my blog. It feels so nice to go through ones own posts at times and read them - there is certainly new learning each time one goes through them. I have noticed that I revert to writing when my bucket of emotions is full, when I have no one to express to, no one to blame, nothing to expect, nothing to do! Sigh!

I don't know how to start, I don't know whom or what to complain but there has been a thought which has been lingering in my head for quite some time. They say, "What goes comes around". Meaning - whatever you do in this life to other people, whether it is good or bad, the same will return to you. Maybe not in the exact way, but trust me, payback is a must. I was not an adherent fan of remembering dates. I always felt they were just numbers to which people associate their feelings. It looked insane to me how my friends remembered birthday dates, anniversary dates - I was always of the opinion that they were just a means to party, a pretext to drink, smoke and enjoy. But today I am certainly proven wrong.

7th March - couple of  years age, on this date, I met this friend of mine whose friendship I will always adore .The friendship has grown over years into a strong bond and I hope it grows in the coming years as well. I remember - lot of conversations which we used to have over a cup of coffee, the happy moments which we shared together (though there are very few), the long rides and the silly fights (these are the recent additions). When I got up this morning and looked at my phone - I saw two late night missed calls and a "Whatsapp" message and it gave me a sense of belongingness. I was happy that somehow may be this friend of mine remembers this date and we would talk about it . We spoke multiple times since morning but no mention of the date. Understood now - how important it is to remember some dates to make people feel special. I am going to at least try remembering the dates from now because I do get it how it feels when people forget to wish you on certain special days of yours.

Life teaches you all the time, every moment - I know this and I also realized that "Dates" are really not just numbers...it means much much more at times!

Great Thought

Together/Apart

Hyd - 2013

Whenever I hear old chronicles of love, it's age old pain,

It's ancient tale of being apart or together.
As I stare on and on into the past, in the end you emerge,
Clad in the light of a pole-star, piercing the darkness of time.
You become an image of what is remembered forever.

 

 ~ Rabindranath Tagore

Anew

Taken @ Jammu - 18th November, 2013

Something old,
Something new,
Something borrowed,
Something blue.

 

And a fresh Beginning!  :) :)