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Love- Chapter 2

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  Before I begin, let me say- writing is catharsis.  I keep wandering still. From Punjab to Mumbai. I have been meandering. But is my hope lost? No. Infact, I am anticipating. Excited. Filled with pride. To meet my love. That is my dream- and I must cumulate it, bit by bit- when finally anticipating turns into achievement. There are certain bits ; pieces which I keep finding. Whether it be signs of a future lover- for whom I have received amazing blessings. I am greatful for all the magnanimous wishes everyone has made for me. Truly, it feels special, superb. But there's also signs in nature- like the moon sighting. God's blessings. Some names popping. Now this is interesting. There are souls; who are the people who have truly loved me already in this lifetime. And I know it. But they are not whom God has decreed for me- because they don't fit in my puzzle piece! How I wish it could be that simple! But it is not! There is, I believe, only one right fit- if you are looking f...

प्रेम (Love)

"All this time I have been actively giving my love, but the moment I receive it from someone and I have nothing to give back, I realize then that my vessel is too small to both receive and give love." "What an enlightment! Its true that love is an ocean, and our hearts are too small to both share and reciprocate it. " "God has made some hearts big and some small. Age and status don't matter to Him at all!" My Peanut Friend Once I shifted from east to west, I had to use the bus transport to travel. In my first week, I used to get down in the station in evening and board a bus from the east, which goes to the west, to my destination. I had seen this uncle selling peanuts for a long while to the passengers who boarded the bus from the east. Infact he was the only peanut seller so I was familiar to his face pretty well. Everytime the bus stopped and the passengers got in, he used to come inside with his tray of roasted peanuts, tied securely around his nec...

The Morality Compass

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    I would like to say it all starts with a blank page and writing is catharsis. That's it. Today's blog is going to be posed with a lot of questions. It is all open ended, which means that it is subject to multiple perspectives... and none of them are wrong or right....just a difference of opinion. I strongly encourage you all to let me know your answers in the comments below, so I can know the meaning of life deeper as I hope you might also come to know as you read this blog. Now there are somethings that I just can't grasp. Firstly, there is so much going on in a day and  several instances; not one or two, when experienced by humans tend to shift their moral compass: provided they experience it fully.   eg: The things that bother me now never bothered me back in the day when I was 17. I used to never buy tickets for train- Because 1) no one is there to check   if I have it or not everyday. 2) Government is corrupt,  why should I pay more when they ...

Life Lessons by Master- Gurupournima Special

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  Teaching Life Lessons by Master- A Martial artist, spiritual educator, Martial Arts Guru Also like a Grandfather I never had. Snippet from my diary: 22nd July, 2024- On the day of Gurupournima. Whenever master has a dialogue with someone, he tells them some pieces and these phrases from the interaction with him stays with them forever. I got mine once when master called me after I had anchored on the annual day and he said to me " chahe kuch bhi ho jaye, rukna mat...aage badhte rehna". (No matter what happens, don't stop; keep on moving on). 1) "Tum apna kaam karte raho, lene wale apneyap ayenge" (you keep doing your work, whoever wants to take benefit will come on their own). This was told to Master by his Guru. 2) " Do meditation, be stable." 3) "Be flexible." And then there are some beautiful analogies by Master: 1) When in a storm there is a big strong tree and a light tender grass.....the grass wins. The strong tree, because it is so f...

God's Plan

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17th May, 2024 An extract from my Diary: Who knew, that children will remember you? Who knows. whatever comes out as speech. Who puts those words in your heart? Who designed the day in such a perfect manner, when someone out of the blue texted me. Her name is Alia( not mentioning real names for privacy purpose). Let me start over my day once again for you incase you are reading this and want to witness God's Plan through these pages and words.(in my diary) Last year was tough for me. I went to Teach For India(NGO)>met a good friend>went to his academy in Vikhroli>came to know he runs it completely different from other schools- all of this I did with no plan of action; it was random. With no ulterior motive did I spend time with them: the children and the staff. On my first visit, I had biryani. On my second visit, I had an interaction with them and we kept silly names for each other based on our personalities. I told them, I'd come every Saturday .  At that time, they ...

pERSPECTIVE- Life is a SCHOOL and all of us are School KIDS!

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 pERSPECTIVE- Life is a SCHOOL and all of us are School KIDS! Ofcourse I will be the teacher here!!!!!    You know, which is the best quality in a teacher? Brainstorm:     -Good with children     -Knowledgeable     -A role model     -Noble Naah. It's being a child in an adult's body. Don't get me wrong here by thinking all the freudian qualities of a newborn, but think about a child who is ever observant of her surroundings, ever curious to learn from everyone and everything, ever innocent of an experience whether it was a good one or a bad one, and ever being in the present moment. Most of all ever making everyone around them lighten up and happy.   I want to share my child's eyes with you. Would you like to wear them? We will be exploring a small view outside my hall window where there was a small happenstance that made me stop doing my chores, planning out my day, achieving my agenda and goals. (Yup, just like a kid when you...

2.12.2023

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 2.12.2023 Dear Diary,      It took me quite long to come to you.You see, I was still digesting my day from yesterday. Now, I am ready to regurgitate and pin every ethreal feeling into solid words and document my memoir in the art expression of e'criture(writing) and preserve it in this form of communication, the internet.     I wanted to feel every bit of love that I received since yesterday. I usually am not that selfish and I let it slip away as the fast pace of time snatches away my ability to enjoy fully each joyful moment that life offers me but not on my birthday. In each moment I was truly present yesterday and every memory is being processed and revisited so that my heart can nourish itself and my brain can absorb it all and feed the memories to the strong tree called "Love from family and true friends who became your family." You see, I have many trees in my garden (brain). The work life tree, the curious for knowledge tree, the spiritual tree and...