Just got off the phone with dad, and he had something really exciting to say," there'll be a huge wave of spirituality taking over the world", courtesy of course, HHSSRS and his Art of Living!
How brilliant is that...and to think we've got the head start! I'd love to see the faces of all those who pooh poohed spirituality eat their words.
Thursday, February 28, 2008
What makes me special
28 February 2008
It’s the knowledge that makes all the difference; today what I read especially touched me
Was just another boring day at work, nothing significant, and I wondered if there was anything to look forward at all. Was supposed to go visit mom and dad in ashram, but had to cancel it due to Bhasker’s wedding next Sunday. And now here I am at my desk feeling low.
But I’ve learnt how to take all these feelings and emotions lightly, as ‘they all rise and dissolve in the self due to our very nature’ (ashtavakra gita). And that’s why I can still smile even though I feel like bursting into tears. Life just feels so surreal at times, I mean am in a prolonged state of ‘hah! Big deal…’ like nothing surprises me or excites me or…I don’t know, I’d love sound glamourous by calling myself vairagi. But I know that I am far from that, I’d probably sell my soul for a hot chocolate fudge right now.
It’s the knowledge that makes all the difference; today what I read especially touched me
‘Are you special or ordinary?
What makes you special on the path? (Everyone is silent) Your perception, observation, and expression have advanced. What makes you ordinary on the path is that you are special! (Laughter) . . . . Because everybody thinks they are very special in some way or another! Your perception has improved. You see the cause behind every cause, the Divine, and you see the great plan behind every small plan. You don't see the intentions behind other’s mistakes and you are not a doubting Thomas.
Was just another boring day at work, nothing significant, and I wondered if there was anything to look forward at all. Was supposed to go visit mom and dad in ashram, but had to cancel it due to Bhasker’s wedding next Sunday. And now here I am at my desk feeling low.
But I’ve learnt how to take all these feelings and emotions lightly, as ‘they all rise and dissolve in the self due to our very nature’ (ashtavakra gita). And that’s why I can still smile even though I feel like bursting into tears. Life just feels so surreal at times, I mean am in a prolonged state of ‘hah! Big deal…’ like nothing surprises me or excites me or…I don’t know, I’d love sound glamourous by calling myself vairagi. But I know that I am far from that, I’d probably sell my soul for a hot chocolate fudge right now.
Tuesday, September 18, 2007
And now...
he walks along
holding my hands
though the ocean
and the harsh lands
though i don't feel it
all the time
looking deeper i find
intense signs.
walking me through
ups and downs
and never letting go
through smiles and frowns
giving me the sight
beyond the eye can see
making me aware
of being me
he walks along
like an invisible strength
protecting me from
any scratch or dent
Igniting a mellow
light inside.
even on a rainy day
the world looks bright
ever since i was but
a seed
he took care of my
every growing need
everyday, he becomes
more immense
till i dissolve into
his sweet essence
till all but that
cease to exist
in this world
i continue to drift
clinging to that
evergreen fragrance
my world stops
making any sense
as i drown
a bit more, each time
in me i feel the grace
divine
holding my hands
he walks along
turning my life
into a song
never again will
i ever question
coz i know every move
is towards progression
this is what
i was looking for
this where i belong
now i know for sure
nothing ever would
go wrong
holding my hands
though the ocean
and the harsh lands
though i don't feel it
all the time
looking deeper i find
intense signs.
walking me through
ups and downs
and never letting go
through smiles and frowns
giving me the sight
beyond the eye can see
making me aware
of being me
he walks along
like an invisible strength
protecting me from
any scratch or dent
Igniting a mellow
light inside.
even on a rainy day
the world looks bright
ever since i was but
a seed
he took care of my
every growing need
everyday, he becomes
more immense
till i dissolve into
his sweet essence
till all but that
cease to exist
in this world
i continue to drift
clinging to that
evergreen fragrance
my world stops
making any sense
as i drown
a bit more, each time
in me i feel the grace
divine
holding my hands
he walks along
turning my life
into a song
never again will
i ever question
coz i know every move
is towards progression
this is what
i was looking for
this where i belong
now i know for sure
nothing ever would
go wrong
Tuesday, August 21, 2007
DRIFT
Am drifting along
In a makebelieve world
where the plastic buds
dont unfurl
Drifting along but not apart
without an ending without
a start
Several lines
waiting to be written
with words inbetween
that remain unsaid
I imagine what it
would like to not be
without the play
of this cosmic sea
a mystery so unfathomobly
deep
So i choose not to drift but to dive
to the of source of pure enthusiasm
the source of life
In a makebelieve world
where the plastic buds
dont unfurl
Drifting along but not apart
without an ending without
a start
Several lines
waiting to be written
with words inbetween
that remain unsaid
I imagine what it
would like to not be
without the play
of this cosmic sea
a mystery so unfathomobly
deep
So i choose not to drift but to dive
to the of source of pure enthusiasm
the source of life
Wednesday, March 28, 2007
Uncertainities
things are happening
all in a flow,
cant no longer find time
to feel the breeze's
gentle blow
things change
so fast with time,
it don't wait to ask
if you're ready for the climb
all in a flow, in a smooth
transition
one after another in quick
successions
whether i like it or not
every instance seems
like my only shot.
from linear to
multidimensional
every reason seems
intentional
as if all predetermined
like pieces of a jigsaw puzzle
all preassigned.
So what happens next,
is what i ask evey time
waiting with baited breadth
for that one symbol, one sign
Tired of waiting for so long
to merge with that melody of
a distant song.
Meanwhile
i am aware
meanwhile
i am alive
till the time i can
into that ocean dive.
all in a flow,
cant no longer find time
to feel the breeze's
gentle blow
things change
so fast with time,
it don't wait to ask
if you're ready for the climb
all in a flow, in a smooth
transition
one after another in quick
successions
whether i like it or not
every instance seems
like my only shot.
from linear to
multidimensional
every reason seems
intentional
as if all predetermined
like pieces of a jigsaw puzzle
all preassigned.
So what happens next,
is what i ask evey time
waiting with baited breadth
for that one symbol, one sign
Tired of waiting for so long
to merge with that melody of
a distant song.
Meanwhile
i am aware
meanwhile
i am alive
till the time i can
into that ocean dive.
Tuesday, February 27, 2007
Ephemeral Flower
I pray with every word
Verses which go unheard
through the echos of time
where none changes
neither you nor thine.
I set to look, knowing not
how or where to begin
to find unwritten melodies
waiting for me to sing,
every moment a doubt
intrepid with thoughts that
might be heard loud,
and knowing not where this
will lead,
words that keep ringing
to which i pay no heed-
never apart were we in this
space
just lost in the ephemeral race
Now i know you're not lost
haunted with buried memories
of a forgotten past.
knowing I'll go through it
all over again,
every emotion that felt so
intense.
The nature seems to know
thine game,
so whispers the wind untamed,
the quietude of sky,
and every soul born to die.
without a word they seem to say
never apart were we in this space
just lost the ephemeral race
As the creation moves forward
and rewinds
with consequences and mysteries
unexplained by science
all lead me back to the same old place where
never were we lost, never found
untouched by darkness
and fear unbound.
Never apart, just an illusion of distance
waiting to break free from
this ephemeral plane of existence
Verses which go unheard
through the echos of time
where none changes
neither you nor thine.
I set to look, knowing not
how or where to begin
to find unwritten melodies
waiting for me to sing,
every moment a doubt
intrepid with thoughts that
might be heard loud,
and knowing not where this
will lead,
words that keep ringing
to which i pay no heed-
never apart were we in this
space
just lost in the ephemeral race
Now i know you're not lost
haunted with buried memories
of a forgotten past.
knowing I'll go through it
all over again,
every emotion that felt so
intense.
The nature seems to know
thine game,
so whispers the wind untamed,
the quietude of sky,
and every soul born to die.
without a word they seem to say
never apart were we in this space
just lost the ephemeral race
As the creation moves forward
and rewinds
with consequences and mysteries
unexplained by science
all lead me back to the same old place where
never were we lost, never found
untouched by darkness
and fear unbound.
Never apart, just an illusion of distance
waiting to break free from
this ephemeral plane of existence
Saturday, February 10, 2007
Joke's on me ##$!&
Hey up there,
I bet you enjoy watching all games played afar, bet its like a 24 hour entertainment channel for you to see all kinds of gymnastics that goes about, in fact I bet you are laughing you head off right this moment. Just when I think I am beginning to understand a few things, a bombshell is dropped, with a note saying 'the joke's on you mate'! To begin with I thought you got some kind of sadistic pleasure seeing me endure this.
Felt like a dumb moron in a real hard physics class, with a blank expression....."ahhh I don’t get it !"
Like its all a huge joke, but if its a joke, am i not supposed to enjoy it?
I suddenly realise being serious and ambitious I’ve stopped being and having fun, and if i just looked around there's comedy in every element of life.
Crazy things are going on in the world, so whats wrong in being crazy and and weird as well...its so much better then seeing all those uptight stiff neck I-am-so-normal-it-hurts snobs who look as if they their every move is an effort.
Doing things totally out of ordinary brings such freedom !
so now I proudly say that I AM WEIRD and i do crazy things like
Listening to " mujhe se shaadi karogi"
At 2 am in the morning.
Watching a midnight show at rex in a seedy stall with all men.
Listening to rims laugh He he he.... so cute! Ever so often
Cursing the net when you can’t see silly you tube videos.
Pinching an old lady's cheek in the middle of a busy street.
It brings such a relief to admit how weird I am and shock people, to be outrageous, without being rebellious, being playful without being feverish, knowing it, yet acknowledging the vast unknown.
That’s what is effortless, like moving with the flow, instead of fighting against the current.
Who is going to say what? And So what? I have the strength to face the worst critic of myself, and that’s me...
So now I am ready to be a part of the joke, and laugh and make others laugh, coz am so done with crying for so long, and it’s so not fun. Next time I cry, will only do so coz its fun...and if that’s too tough, I’ll fake it till I make it!
And I don’t mind if the joke's on me!
I bet you enjoy watching all games played afar, bet its like a 24 hour entertainment channel for you to see all kinds of gymnastics that goes about, in fact I bet you are laughing you head off right this moment. Just when I think I am beginning to understand a few things, a bombshell is dropped, with a note saying 'the joke's on you mate'! To begin with I thought you got some kind of sadistic pleasure seeing me endure this.
Felt like a dumb moron in a real hard physics class, with a blank expression....."ahhh I don’t get it !"
Like its all a huge joke, but if its a joke, am i not supposed to enjoy it?
I suddenly realise being serious and ambitious I’ve stopped being and having fun, and if i just looked around there's comedy in every element of life.
Crazy things are going on in the world, so whats wrong in being crazy and and weird as well...its so much better then seeing all those uptight stiff neck I-am-so-normal-it-hurts snobs who look as if they their every move is an effort.
Doing things totally out of ordinary brings such freedom !
so now I proudly say that I AM WEIRD and i do crazy things like
Listening to " mujhe se shaadi karogi"
At 2 am in the morning.
Watching a midnight show at rex in a seedy stall with all men.
Listening to rims laugh He he he.... so cute! Ever so often
Cursing the net when you can’t see silly you tube videos.
Pinching an old lady's cheek in the middle of a busy street.
It brings such a relief to admit how weird I am and shock people, to be outrageous, without being rebellious, being playful without being feverish, knowing it, yet acknowledging the vast unknown.
That’s what is effortless, like moving with the flow, instead of fighting against the current.
Who is going to say what? And So what? I have the strength to face the worst critic of myself, and that’s me...
So now I am ready to be a part of the joke, and laugh and make others laugh, coz am so done with crying for so long, and it’s so not fun. Next time I cry, will only do so coz its fun...and if that’s too tough, I’ll fake it till I make it!
And I don’t mind if the joke's on me!
