I wonder what motivates people.
Is it the unknown feeling of accomplishment? Or may be the urge to know the unknown? What is unknown? Everything that we do not know, and it is so much. One lifetime is too less to know everything there is. People don’t even roam around the entire world and yet there have been quite a few who have roamed the moon. They have seen the earth in its entirety, in its little existence that seems so big to us who live on it. Continue reading
I have been surprised multiple times today. So much that I have had to take out time to put it in writing because I didn’t want to lose the essence of this feeling that is with me since last night. It feels as if I am on a constant high since the two beers I had last night. By the way, I rarely drink more than one 50 cl each night when I am in Dubai.
I am surprised by the amount of energy I am showing of late at work. Taking back to back flights for work, working tirelessly, getting responsibilities like never before and ending up getting things done, one way or another. Future has never looked busier, if not better. Continue reading
The word ‘Magic’ can be associated with very few things in the world. The things that you look forward to all the time because when you did it for the first time, it was magical. For example, first kisses are always magical, first hugs as well, if done properly.
In 1999, I was thirteen years old when I had my first magical experience. I was spending summer vacations at Grandpa’s home in a village near Indo-Pak Border in Rajouri sector. The trip was magical and life altering in many ways. Continue reading
How do I justify myself of my ignorance towards regular writing?
All I have written are two posts in the last one year. This is crazy. I haven’t been so busy, I have just stopped caring about it. This is unacceptable. There have been times when I have handled a lot on my plate, have bit into more than I could chew and swallow but during none of those times in the past year I have given preference to write.
Why? This is the question I ask myself today and have no answer to, not yet. Continue reading
Continued From The Woodcutter
I am home. I am shelter. I am the silent companion. I am the watcher. I am the secret bearer. I am the keeper.
I am home to everyone. I do not choose anyone on priority. I do not limit the members of my family. I do not differentiate on the basis of the qualities one possesses. For me, all are same. A long time ago, I was all alone, barren, just another piece of solid rock. Then I attained a color, a slight tinge of green which spread all over me, covered me in itself. I don’t know how it chose me, but it felt good to be of some use finally. The greenery expanded, its roots deepened in my body and it grew taller everyday, until it covered all of me. Then, the creatures began to arrive. All sorts of creatures, some could fly, some could kill, some could crawl and each one of them had certain uniqueness among them. I welcomed them all. The last I wanted to be was lonely again. With all this activity in and around me, I felt alive. I felt as if I was the one flying in the sky or diving in the stream. I was home, and in that moment, I knew I will always be one. Continue reading
I am sitting at my computer from quite a long time and am thinking about what to post at muktimantra.com. The answer is ‘I have no clue.’ I was given an idea to write about ‘Pessimism’ but I don’t want to discuss the reasons of negativity on this platform. I wouldn’t write on ‘Optimism’ as well so that my friend doesn’t feel offended to know that I ignored his advice and wrote on something which was exactly opposite to what he advised. Another friend advised me to write about the difference of life in Hyderabad & Jammu. I won’t do that either because I don’t compare. Everything has a uniqueness in itself. Every situation, every location is unique. I never compare things or places that are different. Comparison arises in similarities. Jammu is home and there is no place like home anywhere else. So what should I write about? Continue reading