Brilliance in words .....

Brilliance in Words! 

My cousin Vikash emailed me these lovely lines which so beautifully captures the essence of one's relationship with another. Brilliant ... Enjoy ! Before you read these lines a small note on the one who wrote penned these lines.......

 Oriah Mountain Dreamer ,  is her spiritual name . At the age of thirty years,  after the onset of severe Chronic Fatigue Syndrome, she had a dream where several elderly women- those she calls Grandmothers in the dream- told her to change her given name to Oriah as part of the process of healing. Nervous about doing something others might see as strange, but desperate to be well, she took the name Oriah , which means light of God in Hebrew, and it is an ancient Jewish custom to change a patient's name when doing a healing, to invite new and healing energies.A year after taking the name , Oriah , still seeking healing, she went to a shamanic teacher who gave her the medicine name "Mountain Dreamer." The shaman told her that a medicine name tells someone what gifts they have to offer the world in their lifetime and that Mountain Dreamer meant "one who likes to find and push the edge."

The Invitation

Oriah Mountain Dreamer, Canadian Teacher and Author

It doesn't interest me what you do for a living
I want to know what you ache for
and if you dare to dream of meeting your heart's longing.

It doesn't interest me how old you are
I want to know if you will risk looking like a fool
for love
for your dreams
for the adventure of being alive.

It doesn't interest me what planets are squaring your moon…
I want to know if you have touched the center of your own sorrow
if you have been opened by life's betrayals
or have become shriveled and closed
from fear of further pain.

I want to know if you can sit with pain
mine or your own
without moving to hide it
or fade it
or fix it.

I want to know if you can be with joy
mine or your own
if you can dance with wildness
and let the ecstasy fill you to the tips of your
fingers and toes
without cautioning us to
be careful
be realistic
to remember the limitations of being human.

It doesn't interest me if the story you are telling me
is true.
I want to know if you can
disappoint another
to be true to yourself.

If you can bear the accusation of betrayal
and not betray your own soul.
If you can be faithless
and therefore trustworthy.

I want to know if you can see Beauty
even when it is not pretty
every day.
And if you can source your own life
from its presence.

I want to know if you can live with failure
yours and mine
and still stand on the edge of the lake
and shout to the silver of the full moon,
"Yes."

It doesn't interest me
to know where you live or how much money you have.
I want to know if you can get up
after a night of grief and despair
weary and bruised to the bone
and do what needs to be done
to feed the children.

It doesn't interest me who you know
or how you came to be here.
I want to know if you will stand
in the center of the fire
with me
and not shrink back.

It doesn't interest me where or what or with whom
you have studied.
I want to know what sustains you
from the inside
when all else falls away.

I want to know if you can be alone
with yourself
and if you truly like the company you keep
in the empty moments.

--
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Aperture to the 2014 odyssey!

The end is only imaginary, a destination invented to keep going. 2013 fleets through its final leg, ready to close some doors and at the same time , ready to embrace in its fold , the opening of new aperture's to a new odyssey of 2014.  

A year , where I did Nothing and therefore had no time to do Anything ! 

The Nothing , had its highlights. A furlough with Dimpy and Abhi at Punjab, the diversity of our day and night visit in radiance and energy , of the Golden Temple mesmerized us. The desh prem , the mera bharat mahan , vigor at Wagah border blew Us away. The highlight ofcourse was going for a short spin on a Army Tanker , getting inside the nucleus becoming a Gunner .

A weekend at Dukes Retreat , Khandala for the most chillaxed weekend with Chanti.

A magical evening at Maheswar with Subhro, Vani and Anuj, 

A carefree visit to Daman with Jeetesh and Haroon.

The expressive continual communication of Watsapp and Facebook.

Through all this were the regular visits to Orissa, Delhi, Indore, Alibag.  Ruchi buying her dream car Mercedes panroof C 220 , Deia being the busy bee and Inder , the lazed one.Mom being her spiritual self. The presence of Utarakhand mayhem notwithstanding, Dad hearbroken that Cyclone Phailin uprooted every plant at his farmhouse .Not to forget , ITS begun..... my friends kids are getting married ...aiyyaaaaa . And lastly , the masti at home ground which included family n friends visiting us from all over ,how in the heavens name was i to find time to do Anything? 

Well..... I am not Normal. I don't want to be. I don't pretend to be. I am me ! Dare to be Yourself. There are people in your life whom you unknowingly inspire simply by being you .

Keep the curiosity of the child alive. Laugh until your belly hurts and then just a little bit more. Dance without reticence. Love without inhibition. Live life. 

The perfect amalgamation of 2013 & 2014 is the following line .......Hope is the ability to hear the music of the future. Faith is having the courage to dance to it today . 

 

Catch twenty two ......

If love conquers all , then why is it that all the hurt hurled is not conqured  ???

If love, respect and trust is integral part of a relationship , then how can one forget that and begin a blame game???

If one belives that the other person is most hateful , what is it that still pushes them to wanting the same person ????

Is it Love Actually ....... that continues to accomodate , to give , to hurt , to blame ......

Is it Hate Actually ....... that cannot stop from loving ....

What is that , which truly binds a relationship ..... that is beyond explanations .....

Rendezvous!

I Have a Rendezvous with Death, Alan Seeger (22 June 1888 – 4 July 1916)

 

I HAVE a rendezvous with Death
At some disputed barricade,
When Spring comes back with rustling shade
And apple-blossoms fill the air—
I have a rendezvous with Death
When Spring brings back blue days and fair.
It may be he shall take my hand
And lead me into his dark land
And close my eyes and quench my breath—
It may be I shall pass him still.
I have a rendezvous with Death
On some scarred slope of battered hill,
When Spring comes round again this year
And the first meadow-flowers appear.
God knows 'twere better to be deep
Pillowed in silk and scented down,
Where love throbs out in blissful sleep,
Pulse nigh to pulse, and breath to breath,
Where hushed awakenings are dear...
But I've a rendezvous with Death
At midnight in some flaming town,
When Spring trips north again this year,
And I to my pledged word am true,
I shall not fail that rendezvous.

 

"Invictus" is a short victorian poem , William E Henley  (1849–1903).

Out of the night that covers me,
Black as the Pit from pole to pole,
I thank whatever gods may be
For my unconquerable soul.

In the fell clutch of circumstance
I have not winced nor cried aloud.
Under the bludgeonings of chance
My head is bloody, but unbowed.

Beyond this place of wrath and tears
Looms but the Horror of the shade,
And yet the menace of the years
Finds and shall find me unafraid.

It matters not how strait the gate,
How charged with punishments the scroll,
I am the master of my fate:
I am the captain of my soul.

Wonder who penned these ...... TIME , a perspective !

One should always be drunk. That's all that matters; that's our one imperative need. So as not to feel Time's horrible burden that breaks your shoulders and bows you down, you must get drunk without ceasing.
But what with? With wine, with poetry, or with virtue, as you choose. But get drunk.
And if, at some time, on the steps of a palace, in the green grass of a ditch, in the bleak solitude of your room, you are waking up when drunkenness has already abated, ask the wind, the wave, a star, the clock, all that which flees, all that which groans, all that which rolls, all that which sings, all that which speaks, ask them what time it is; and the wind, the wave, the star, the bird, the clock will reply:
It is time to get drunk!

 

The true life is not reducible to words spoken or written, not by anyone,ever.
The true life takes place when we're alone, thinking, feeling, lost in memory, dreamily self-aware, the submicroscopic moments.
We become ourselves beneath the running thoughts and dim images, wondering idly when we'll die.
This is how we live and think whether we know it or not.
These are the unsorted thoughts we have looking out the train window, small dull smears of meditative panic.
Clocks slay time
Time is dead as long as it is being clicked off by little wheels
Only when the clock stops does time come to life.

In life, we all have -
An unspeakable secret,
An irreversible regret,
An unkept promise,
An unheard request,
An irreplaceable loss,
An unreachable dream,
& an unforgettable first LOVE ,
Still, life is about being happy anyhow :))))

A Los Amigos, J L Borges

Beautifully written lines .....

 

I cannot give you solutions to all life's problems,
Nor do I have answers to your doubts or fears
But I can listen to you and share it with you
I cannot change neither your past nor your future.
But when you need me I'll be by your side.
I cannot prevent you from stumbling
I can only offer you my hand to hold on to you so you won't fall.
Your joys, your victories, your successes are not mine.
But I truly enjoy it when I see you happy.
I do not judge the decisions you take in life.
I constrain myself to support you, to stimulate and to help you if you ask me to.
I cannot draw limits for you within which you must act,
But I can offer you the space needed to grow.
I cannot avert your sufferings when some pain is breaking your heart.
But I can cry with you and pick up the pieces to armour it again.
I cannot tell you who you are, nor who you should be.
I can only love you as you are and be your friend.
These days, I have been thinking about my friends, amongst whom you appeared.
You were neither on top, nor at the bottom, nor in the middle.
You were not heading nor concluding the list.
You were not the first number, nor the last.
And neither do I pretend to be the first, the second, or the third on your list.
It's enough if you want me as a friend.
Thank you for being one.

2013, Kickstart to a New Beginning!

The world did not end . Every closure is a kickstart to a new Beginning. No Mayan calendar can scare this die hard generation like us people into submission , can they now ? The Mayan didn't realize then, how the world would have changed with the burst of technology . As the year struggled through its prediction of mayhem , it survived and how . We survived our personal endeavor's. Mother nature showed her unrest at being taken for granted. Political scenario which took a beating for various issues. If the death of a young woman in Ireland , a young man killing innocent children, the death of a young girl in Delhi can bring about a metamorphosis ...it is a new Dawn. Time for every individual to take onus, to spread awareness, a mind set refinement, for courage. Time for many Malala Yousafzai's... Time for action.

Duniya ek taraf, this year was a kaleidoscope of  every emotions there possible can be. First time ever , snap of the finger, impromptu  decision to go to Bhopal , thanks to Haroon's emotional blackmail. Dads 75 th surprise birthday party , which he is still not sure happened . Short trips to Delhi , Calcutta ( owe this one to Muni and her straightforward one liner, which was , cancelling your trip is not an option & this being Mother's trip after 40 years)  and Bhubaneswar , chilling, partying , heart to hearts , reconnect with Mummum after eons,  making new friends who i feel have known forever, meeting friends for the first time who I had only heard about or spoken to, saree shopping in Calcutta as if it was going out of style ! Atlast, Deepali's visit to Orissa. Inder's move from Aurangabad back to Delhi , to be with his Mom and sister.... my young responsible family man. Ruchi and Deia , our celebrities, their mugshots  on newspapers! :) . Dad's wrist fracture wasn't enough, Mother had a fall at Bhubaneswar, scarping one side of the face completely(miracle no internal injuries or broken bones), disoriented, barely able to talk,brought home by complete strangers, people like these are the ones who makes our tainted world , still so sacred . A year , when we lost some very dear friends and family,their memory shall linger on , for always. 

The Cessation of 2012, is the Inception of 2013. Drop 2012 into a silent oblivion of the past, let it go, with the knowledge , that , Best Memories are the one's that you cant explain but in the end ,you just end up saying, You had to be there. Celebrate every Moment. Don't be afraid of change .You may end up loosing something better but you will mostly end up gaining something better . 

Before winding up ,i can't help but quote Oscar Wilde, "I am so clever that sometimes I don't understand a single word of what I am saying." :))))))

"Prayers are invisible as are Blessings but make impossible things possible,It's God's part to do the wonders,ours is the simplest part...... Just Believe in Miracle of our own focus blessed with Grace of the Unknown".

Blessings and Grace , for a prodigious New Year. As always, wish you all Health, Love, Peace,Happiness, Wealth, engulfed with loads of Laughter and smiles.