It is impossible to be nice with everyone you know. Someone or the other will end up having problems with you. Those who have negative feelings about you can never be nice to you, but you can still choose to be nice to them. Once the negativity ends, nice feelings come back. The idea is to be nice even if you are being ignored or avoided. If you can accept your ignorance, your life will have the quality of magic. There is a very fine line between being and not being nice. It is as simple as knowing and enjoying. Knowledge is impossible, no matter how much you come to know all your life, it will still not be equal to the pin point of the total knowledge available in the entire universe. The realization that knowledge is impossible is a radical realization. When you realize that knowledge is impossible, mind takes a U-turn and starts traveling towards enjoyment. Then you move into another world, the world of dreams, the world of mysteries, the world of magic, the world of love and of the heart. The head always tries to know the enjoyment and the heart always knows to enjoy it. Continue reading
A question haunts me ever since I developed enough brain cells to think on my own and neglect the advice of those around me. The question is ‘What do I have to be?’
While in school, I wanted to be an engineer. Once I passed school, I wanted to be a musician, wrote songs, sung them among friends who liked them too. Few years later, I wanted to be an accountant because earning money was the top priority in my life, then I wanted to be a businessman because I figured out that a salaried person cannot become financially free but money was the main topic of concern even then. Continue reading
30th November, 2011, Janakpuri District Centre, Delhi, About 4’o clock in the evening.
“Jo bhi main, kehna chaahun, barbaad karein alfaaz mere… oh yaye…. oo yeahyeahye…” is what I was repeatedly humming while stepping out of Satyam Cineplex. The lines of this very special song from the movie ‘Rockstar’ were struck in my mind so adhesively that I just couldn’t resist singing it over and over again. The show had just finished and the song had its everlasting effect induced in me.
“Maine yehi socha hai aksar, tu bhi main bhi sabhi hain sheeshe, khud hi ko hum sabhi mein dekhe, juda hue to…” before I could apply that high note, my shoulder was tapped by someone. I knew who it was, none other than Gurdeep, my buddy whom I had left behind while singing the heavenly tunes of Rahman Saab while walking out of the cinema. Continue reading