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...

When I turned 30 last year, I wanted to do something that honored my internal integrity, the integrity of my spirit. Running has always been a struggle for me. I could never endure the mental discouragement. The constant naysaying by my mind always stopped me halfway. This year, I won the battle. Running long distance is purely mental, at least for me. It’s winning against the odds, the biggest of them being our own little minds. It only knows what it does; it stays within the limitations of previous circumstances. If we only listened to our mind, we can never break boundaries or do something that we have never done before.  During the running process, there was a lot going on within me. There were a lot of conversations that I was observant to. Very very interesting process. I will write more on this topic when I have more time. But I wanted to record some of the learnings from the process.  1. With discipline and practice, I can ramp up on anything. 2. The import...

“We are each gifted in a unique and important way. It is our privilege and our adventure to discover our own special light.”  ~Mary Dunbar You have a gift I know that You know that You are scared it will reveal itself Our gifts are sacred. They are also hugely undermined by their carriers. When I first took to writing, it was a little "Mansfield Park" journal that no one was allowed to touch. The reason being - its sacred which I still hold to be true but the other reason baffled me for a long time. I didn't want other people to make fun of me. The consideration that anyone could find what I write to be good enough seemed far-fetched.  My writing gave me great solace in my times of darkness. I would re-read my essays, notes and poems and come out feeling like I got my energy back. But it was not for the world. We can name that a lot of things - lack of self-esteem or self-confidence. But it was something more... I didn't consider writing ...

This is my body, my sanctuary. The place where I am home.  This is where I AM.

What's the biggest lie we tell ourselves? That we don't care about what people think of us. We do care. A lot. More than we would like to admit.  We are looking for validation. Validation for us being alive. Validation for a meaningful life. And we know it's a farce.