Child support

It was anyway a really hectic day so couldnt really write.. missed my walk too as returned late from work.. everyday there is a new realization for each one of us.. in fact not one but many such realizations that are fleetingly seen and disappear into thought-ether unpursued.. meditation might be a realization of such thoughts.. understood.. explored and then let go.. today as a friend was crying over the phone because she had lost her wallet and her mom was telling her off, i again realised how wrong it is for us to check someone immediately, for in that moment all they need is our support. Our anxiety makes us upset with the very person we are so concerned about maybe for putting us or themselves in such a situation. The very children we want to be independent and confident are spoon fed or told off for dealing with situations in a certain way. Should it not be ok for them to learn from their mistakes, because a mistake is never done on purpose, and then help them find a better way, through caution or guidance, or an enhanced awareness of the pitfalls therein.

Albatross

Today some relatives came home to see us. Feel sad seeing them like this, unhappy, angry, adrift. Every moment we are accruing so much pain for ourselves. Spinning, collecting, hoarding! Too possessive to let go, but blaming everyone for the burden we hold on to. We feel responsible for their behavior personally, and that becomes an albatross around our necks. If a spouse misbehaves, it becomes a stigma, our hell, when each is responsible for their beliefs and behavior. But we all hold up our yardstick of correctness and create great trauma if it is not met by any family member. Instead of following it ourselves, giving the other a chance to follow by example, or their own logic and beliefs. But we will suffer and create huge ripples of blame and shattering, where love and acceptance and empathy could help build and heal. I dont know how we are conditioned into sheep behaviour and expect lions instead. Our beauty is in the differences between us, and we need to polish and brighten our own light, not break tiny bulbs of self worth in others, to make them match ours. 'I understand', is a huge mantra, really heartening, because mostly we need to be heard and accepted. Our minds are strong and intelligent enough to find the right path as per our readiness, and need for guides. Even God lets us learn from our own mistakes many lifetimes over, waiting patiently, and full of love in every moment of need.

space

Sometimes we feel responsible all around.. but how can we be any different from who we are.. a person loved and loving.. we need to stop blaming ourselves for things that never should have happened.. but when they do. we need to have that much-needed talk with our loved ones.. and maybe resolve a situation that had simply been put on hold.. that desperately needed looking at squarely.. for us, for everyone around.. yes they need our complete assurance, love, and presence.. the only support that can help them come out of their dark inconsolable hell.. all one needs to hear.. that you care.. and it matters.. what happens to them.. how much they mean to you.. in your life.. 'listen' to them.. hear.. share that mute anguish that has led to this moment.. and let them feel your support, empathy and care.. respect your need to make that space, that is so imperative at that time.. for everyone..  wish they did not  have to go through such anguish.. and you do not have to see them like this.. ever again.. maybe you can't help how they feel.. but nothing stops you from being there, being strong, and empathetic.

flux

The more i look within the worse the turmoil.. Life itself in flux.. Everything seems strange.. Who is this person inside so circumstantially dependent.. How can we profess to know anyone or people profess to know us.. How can we be sure of circumstances.. Or of things happening in our lives.. A blink is all it takes for everything to change..

Fate destiny or the entire cosmos.. Don't know what we are speeding towards or what is causing the myriad shifts in our life.. And yet we think of ourselves as the doer? What is in our hands? Choices yes.. But choices after we face providence.. And situations that were meant to be.. Nothing in this entire universe or our entire being can we ever swear by.. For these minute providential shifts ensure otherwise..

This mind is helplessly blinded by thoughts that have no base no reality to them.. A single thought that can make us utterly miserable is easily overcome by a shift in attention.. Same situation.. Same circumstances.. Just these thoughts racing across our minds obsessively.. Teasingly.. Tormentingly.. Fleetingly.. And we who take such extreme pride in holding the reins of our lives.. Screaming freedom of thought all the time.. Are pathetic pawns of these racing wisps of air.. Staking friendships.. Relationships.. Years of togetherness.. On just one circumstantial passing thought that refuses to leave.. And yet easily disappears when replaced by another perspective.. Along with the demonic thoughts of guilt and regret..

Every scripture calls this creation a dream.. Unreal.. Yet we maintain ourselves supreme Between such temporal thoughts running amok within a dream.. This one self.. The center of this universe.. Each drop hiding the ocean within.. Yet Thinking its the ocean itself.. A part of the whole..

static

Every time we speak on the phone and the reception is bad, we start sounding irritable, impatient, needing to shut the conversation fast because it gets impossible to understand anything.. The same thing happens in relationships.. When we can't 'connect' or 'understand' another, the same feelings of impatience and irritability arise.. But can both be easily sorted by retrying or removing the static in between..

Survival

Our conditioning limits us so much in life that we remain unaware, sometimes forever, of the reserves of darkness or light hidden deep inside.. Even Though hearteningly overshadowed by the human spirit and its requisite for survival.. Tragedy still wears a singular garb.. Be it the cruel intentions of terrorists.. Greed of militia.. Religious sacrilege.. Or plight of the hostages.. And media objectifying its abhorrent shades.. 

life takes us on these weird roller coasters with myriad 'colors' whizzing by sometimes so fast that we end up missing everything around, even the joy of the ride itself.. Atrocities in any form, always repel.. Darkening the soul of 'humanity'.. Leaving protesting questions intermingled with angry revulsion.. But even though looking down from random 'satellites' one sees us as earthlings or the human race.. And though a mere stitch in the tapestry of the cosmos.. We still get back to our 'individual' lives, worrying over a rude 'nudge' in a tube or being ignored in some random invite.. 

who makes us unhappy

each unhappy moment or disappointment we look around finding so many things to blame.. never once 'trying' to get out of it.. somehow the 'pain' granting us a unique import to our 'SELF' and we get so high on it..

is it such a simple thing.. is this unhappiness from without, welcomed so embracingly.. the hand held so tight.. why can't we let go.. and refuse to accept that hand.. if darkness overwhelms, don't we switch on the light.. that 'light' within.. why do we forget.. and never try to find..

again and again I ask.. who makes me unhappy.. someone else.. or myself....

Viewpoint

someone just asked me if reading isn't akin to 'voyeurism'.. and if so then why not 'write' our own experiences.. but I wonder at this relationship between the inner and outer world.. how original are our experiences.. whether reading, talking, looking.. no matter what we are doing, everything is interpreted differently by each one of us.. so we all end up writing the same stories differently.. depending on every moment of our lives moulding us into that particular interpretation..

despite these minute inscrutable changes in our lives, sometimes subtle sometimes overt.. we still fight so vehemently.. with phenomenal pride and urgency.. about our own 'viewpoint'.. missing entirely the irony behind the word itself..

does that make every judgement obsolete!

Education System, Parenting and Children

There are so many things we expect of ourselves, and others, as Adults.. there is a major need for awareness and a lifestyle change because of the serious threat to our Environment.. so many Social Evils.. diet.. exercise.. and most of all - Stress.. and the list goes on.. doesnt it make you wonder what is lacking in our Education System, that teaches us so many subjects, except how to cope with life.. with failure.. with stress.. with adversity.. Some would say, these are things we need to learn for ourselves.. granted, we should.. but don't we enhance these very things so much at school level, that the stigma remains sometimes as overt scars sometimes hidden.. and sometimes submerged..

We seriously need to take a closer look at our Education System.. School Curriculum.. Teaching System.. and Parenting, which should itself be a compulsory course connected with Pregnancy.. Most of the problems of the adult world don't just crop up from nowhere.. each having their root in some childhood experience.. and we still don't want to attempt at least some change..

It isn't just the education system that is to blame.. just having children does not make one an expert at bringing them up.. and there should be compulsory parenting classes.. for kids are often exposed to whimsical shouting, abuse or beating.. parental discord too takes its toll.. and in the race for making your child the best.. most forget what it does to the child.. where is the 'childhood' anymore.. children dancing in the rain.. or simply playing outdoors..

Things like Gardening.. Cooking.. First-Aid.. Basic Survival Skills.. Sports.. Music.. Art.. the Environment.. keeping our Surroundings clean.. respect for life and Humanity.. can easily be an intrinsic part of our schools.. instead of teaching subjects by rote.. marking failures.. stamping them as such.. throwing them out or making their admission impossible..

what message are we giving here.. would life ever be the same without a farmer.. a carpenter.. a singer.. a musician.. a cricketer.. a cook etc.. then why and how do we mark 'FAILURE'.. we call Lata Mangeshkar ji Bharat Ratna.. people almost revere Mr.Amitabh Bachhan.. idolise Mr. Sachin Tendulkar.. rave about Mr.A.R.Rehman's music.. the point being.. Lataji cannot be Amitji.. nor Mr.Sachin Mr.A.R.Rehman.. but they are all people with uniquely amazing talents..

iota of life

where most of us have become inured to pain, you can celebrate this iota of life, that can still feel.. stepping away enough to see the reality of those tiny chinks of gaping holes.. and the beauty of the light streaming through.. and though the 'I' in us determines our universe.. it still holds unmatched beauty as the miracle of a unique truth.. essential to that path and the lessons therein.. who are we to judge or question or criticize.. when each drop of divinity patiently waits to be recognized.. to be freed.. to merge with the sea..

carefree innocence is the essential nature of a child.. one we try our best to protect.. but still one that never ceases to surprise too.. if only we could see the world through their eyes.. instead of trying to help them see it through ours..

Certain things in the world appeal to us. Certain things don't. We have our considered opinions about different issues. We may believe there is a benign power somewhere that cares for us or that it's a chaotic world without any rhyme or reason. How we perceive the world not only tells about the world, but it is also a reflection of how our mind works. Seeing our own mind in how the world appears to us is to come full circle. Zen Philosophy

shifting hues

it's rare to speak with carefree and candid exuberance.. our minds rule over lifetimes.. keeping our maths and accounts in order.. but it is our hearts that fill life with tiny joyflowers.. a familiar melody.. a fragrance.. a heartbeat.. a smile.. compelling.. strengthening.. fleeting.. permeating.. with shifting hues of us..

writers who can weave stories that breathe with rhythmic wonder.. the lure of the mystique showers as shimmering raindrops riveting changing hues of sunshine before quietly merging into the sea..

this sense of mystic mystique are silent notes finding the hidden lyrics within.. but in awe we hear the unheard strings of our heart..

reality and dreams

what an irradiatingly compelling image.. the 'weaving of reality & dreams'.. a picture I read about recently comes to mind.. of an androgynous human figure.. standing up,hands clasped in prayer, but with four legs and no head.. only ferns and flowers instead.. with a small smiling face drawn over the heart..

according to the image, to find the balance between worldly pleasures and spirituality this is what one must become.. with feet grounded so firmly on earth as if one has four legs.. that way we can be a part of this world.. but we must stop looking at it through our head.. but look through our heart instead.. in a perfect weaving of reality and dreams..

pulse of life

'Being' is the only word truly synonymous with life.

congratulations!! for this glimpse into 'divinity' in some form.. all you need is a look within.. to complete the introductions.. one can't help but celebrate moments like these.. meeting God in every moment that touches our heart.. ethereal notes unbidden stringing the rhythmic pulse of life..

more beautiful than the music in words is the glimpse of sheer joy pulsing through a heart.. radiant.. irrespressible.. free.. a shower of sparkling shards of sunshine.. dancing to the rhythm of every pore..

regret and remorse

dealing with pain and remorse is never easy nor is there any singular antidote that helps.. our minds torment us in unique and personal ways that none can comprehend.. regret and remorse can have two paths in front of them.. one in which we hold on to them weighing us heavily down.. burning our very soul for lifetimes.. but neither helping us nor the incident that caused them.. till we learn to 'let go'

and the second path realizes the impossibility of going back in time to undo all that's already happened.. understanding the necessary 'lesson' needed to be learnt.. as the only good that can result from moments already past.. in that lesson is our forgiveness.. for every moment is meant to teach.. and only our 'vanity' thinks we are unique to our mistakes.. everyone is treading the same path

every experience is unique to that moment.. determining the next step of our life.. though the way might be the same.. our perceptions define the range we see..

untouched melody

music is in the cosmos.. and only a true sentient raptures to it's divine rhythm.. in this miasma of words.. our perceptions string an untouched melody.. where letters fade into unrecognizable rhythmic patterns.. and the heart dawns to moving perceptions

isn't our interactive presence itself a miracle.. maybe for notes that none other can recognize..

don't rue not being able to talk.. how many conversations can transport or transcend.. touch or heal.. refresh or energize.. teach or educate.. celebrate or rejoice.. the seamlessness of the natural and divine..

lotus flower

the beauty of internet.. God's solution to the rising population with karmic confluence.. each a perpetual student.. and master.. at the same time..

our interactions are like a lotus flower.. as for the master and disciple argument.. let's just say one is impossible without the other.. elevation, mist and light.. ethereal choice of words for lightening the way.. each one of us seeks..

don't know about the 'transformation'.. but life's subtle nuances and fleeting tangencies determine the imprints of our tread.. that need simply to meld into the sand..

addiction

isn't life another form of addiction demanding a constant 'fix' .. out of control.. with its heady and tormenting highs and lows..waiting for us to find the reserves of strength held within.. equipped to deal with the painful withdrawal symptoms..

the true wonder of life is in the comprehension of reality wrapped in a handful of thoughts and words and perceptions.. grasping.. ruing.. this fistful of air

only a smile holds the purest glow spreading lighting every heart.. a reassuring link with divinity and life.. how can we not rejoice.. how can we not be shamed.. with the seamless cohesion of a thought.. defying man's audacious boundaries..

life-banks

theories are all we have.. I often wonder about the enlightened souls of past.. and what changed for them.. and all I can understand is.. their 'vision' opened to the oneness of all beings into a singular divinity.. and the resultant peace and joy of this 'awakening'.. non-judgmental and forgiving the people of this world for none is separate.. free from the cycle of karma.. knowing each of us sleep-walks their way through lifetimes..

none different from another except in the 'meanings' each puts into their respective life-banks.. thus determining the path each takes..

who knows if the environment evolves or the subject.. in a universe determined by our own 'collective' consciousness..

catharsis

a parent's lap is the most heavenly secure cocoon one can ever have.. we all need a catharsis to help cleanse our soul.. that nevertheless aches sometimes for the silent touch of profound empathy.. the beauty of life is in the thought that we are all one.. separation a mirage.. life impermanent.. unreal..

Reality Bites!