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.