Here today ..... Gone tomorrow !

A heart warming write up on a blog and these lines flowed! 

Some do have the luxury to say their good byes.
Some just live each day as if it's their last.
Some spread joy, laughter , bundle of energy wherever they go. 
Some spread their love , their strength through their quiet solitude.
Today is our Moment.
Today , we accept a blessing and we send a prayer.
Today we believe in miracles.
Today we smile , spread cheer inspite of all that pandemonium.
Today , we Live !

--
Say no to paper, save a Tree!

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Papaya tree growing from the crevice of the next bldg

Shared this picture with a few and this response from Aaishik, needed a mention here !

In Aaishik's words....

Nice pic! 

There could be many ways of looking at this ... From an abstract point of view, the first thought that springs to mind is: .... Life always finds a way!

Nothing more obstinate, resilient, & indefatigable, than the life-impulse.

The impulse to exist. To be.

The smallest foothold will suffice, for the life-force to find its way in, & take root.

In nature, essentially, there is no such question such as To be or not to be.

The pain, power, and profundity, of that choice, is limited to the human species.

Thanks for sharing :)

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.

--
Say no to paper, save a Tree!

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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 :))))