Perspectives...

Sunsets mesmerize me. Utterly. Deeply. Its the time of the day that I make time for. I look forward to it everyday. But not everyone I know shares this deep bond. And I wonder why? It's a natural show that is most underrated. If this was a paid show, how much would it cost? But no, it is free. Much like most of the beauty in nature. The feel of a nice breeze, the noise of waves hitting the rocks, the relentless waves, the steadfast mountains, the magnificence and the old worldliness of trees, the beautiful birds, the mystic clouds. Now mix and match them and soon you have a thousands of precious views like the aura of a ethereal sunset on the clouds and birds flying across them. Mother earth is an epitome of selfless love and generosity. So, while we get on with our lives in our little cubicles and desks facing the wall, she provides us with an opportunity to experience the other side free of cost. If only we looked, if only we listened. If only we stepped out with grace and sa

There is no respite,    in any journey or destination anymore. Just the feeling of loss,   of being in denial of my soul's implore. There is no permission,    in the face of numerous chores. They are just a decoy,   yes, they are all just a decoy. I live in the constant knock and my denial of it,   my penance is being an observer and a participant in it all...

Recently, I attended a concert which was a part of the U2's Innocence and Experience tour. Our seats were pretty close to the stage and I could see Bono and the team pretty up close. Although any superlatives on the experience of the concert will let the truth down, I had to pen down something that moved me beyond words. Bono is 55 years of age and is a smaller frame than I would have thought him to be. From the first note he hit, he seemed to be possessed. Possessed with a power to move mountains just as he moved the crowd. His voice reverberating and piercing through the walls at the United Center, it was pure magic. I just watched him, intently. Yes, its years and years of practice. And yes, he was a master of his craft. But there is something more. He was channelling an internal power that seemed recognizable. Using his body to aid this internal Godliness wholly and completely, not a second seemed like real effort. I couldn't help but mutter the words " He is just hi