The blood in my veins rushes to its maximum speed, correlating with the beats per minute of my heart, sending signals to my brain that I am highly excited at this moment.
Wait, isn’t the above sentence wrong?
Is it ‘I’ who is excited or is it my body? Continue reading
Summer of April is always better than the summer of May and the latter is always better than summer of June. Summer of July is worst, it burns the synthetic fabric which then melts and gets stuck to the vest and leave its colour there, like a stamp of authority, as if the vest belongs to the shirt, as if the shirt forgets who’s its master for a while in the heat of the sun.
There’s a reason why cotton is costlier than synthetic, it minds its own business, doesn’t interfere in anyone else’s business, doesn’t get attached to any other fabric. Cotton is the buddha of the fabric universe. Continue reading
Have you ever wondered about the design of time? Well, I have.
It exists as naturally as the constant vibration of the cosmos, and as artificially as the tick of the second hand of a wall clock. The passage of time reflects in everyday life as effortlessly as breathing. Time serves the same purpose to existence as oxygen serves to life on earth. None can survive without either. A thinking mind knows no limitations when it comes to imagination, so let us stop using logic for a little while and play the game of imagination. Continue reading
Once upon a time there were two beggars who begged together and ate exactly the same food everyday. One had two bowls and the other had just one. The beggar with two bowls divided his food into bitter and sweet. He could do so because he had two bowls, one to collect bitter food, one to collect sweet food. The man with one bowl naturally mixed the bitter and sweet together. As time passed, the beggar with two bowls grew thinner and thinner, while the beggar with one bowl remained healthy. At last, the beggar with the two bowls saw his death approaching, and asked the other in desperation about his vitality and vigor. Continue reading
A couple of hours ago, I had a very heated argument with someone, who is closest to me in terms of understanding me the way I am, about the idea of being alive and having independence to choose one’s death as well. The subject can be argued both emotionally and logically. If we can faithfully ponder over these four questions we can solve all the confusion which is created by the idea of dying, or to be put more precisely, the idea of choosing to die. What it means to live? What it means to die? What it means to die while we are still alive? What it means to live even after our death? Continue reading
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