SELFless

Talking Diary

Creating spaces between ourselves, detaches us enough to be wholly present, without the 'self' interceding, be it discord, care or worry. The literal meaning of SELFless, one that is so fulfilling. The only way to be truly Present for someone.

It is a journey, and though we learn so much, we get so involved in the results, that we forget the experiential lessons, the quiet thoughts, that embrace silently, waiting, willing to be noticed, to be comprehended, to resolve and negate most of our problems. Problems that are created tangled visions of our own cluttered mind.

Fragmented Universe

Talking Diary
18.1.22

There is a plan to each life, one we chalked out ourselves. We need to trust in it. We need to believe its all for the best. Life cannot bring us down, nor anything in life can, its just us, only we can bring ourselves down. The inevitability of life, the inevitability of death, all prove the import of experience, of response, determining the next step. The framework being fixed, the sketch being drawn, giving the colours in our hands. A heart full of love, for such is the sentiment connecting this fragmented Universe, is all we need, no matter what.

Escape Bubble

Talking Diary
17.1.22

Every morning should bring hope and joy and excitement of fresh adventures, surprises, discoveries. Not trepidation, turmoil and tensions. Most of life has become an escape bubble where everyone is using ways to distract themselves, some from stresses, some from boredom, but everyone is avoiding experiencing even a single moment of a naturally heady life. Benumbing our brains instead over shots of trivia, creating unfelt pockets of time, or getting high on outward pleasures, leaving everyone drainingly hung over, discontent, empty and incomplete.

mystique and allure

16mar 2021

The clouds broke into inviting island destinations, but the flowers tempted with poetry glimpsed in every petal, their leaves rustling up a fragrant song.. temple bells rang notes of sanctity.. the breeze writing stories of mystique and allure.. the cuckoo sang a duet with the crow.. in an attempt to make me laugh.. the parrots and seagulls winged playful notes in hues of white and green.. a plane tempted with wondrous places to see.. the earth magnetically grounded my feet.. still the clouds shifted into brilliant waves of light, forming hills and valleys, trees and forests, hiding sunshine.. rushing to the sun for its vote.. they basked instead, in its divine light.. rising radiant and uplifting.. melting into every dreamscape.. 

cloud wave

15 march 2021

A fiery orange painted the sky.. seeping into every cloud wave.. ripples of blue mixed with white and a dash of pink, stirring the heart of a grey sky with myriad hues of life and joy.. the sea burned with desire, loving every ray, seeping every hue, reflecting their love, in every drop of itself.. the windows waited in line, for the lucky draw, and the winners of the fireworks to be declared.. 

pools of secrets

14march 2021

The sun peeped over the hills, splitting clouds into a frenzy of radiant light.. as tiny islands lit all across the sky.. squirrels flounced up and down the trees, visions of cuteness, flashes of speed.. trees expressed their love for Earth, showering flowers on the ground.. palms throwing their fronds for a gentle sweep.. stray dogs lazed around inured to their surroundings.. cats moved stealthily with pools of secrets glinting in their eyes.. temple bells tolled, with gongs ringing in-between.. people bowed passing by, at the image of the divinity within.. while beggars lined outside, dismissed and ignored.. a white dove flew down as if to condone the lessons learnt only when ready.

garden cinderellas

13march 2021

The birds unseen in the protection of the lush tree, their incessantly loud chirp-talk, the only sign of their invisible addresses.. flowers swung exhilaratedly on heavily-laden branches.. looking at mangoes hang temptingly.. papayas and coconuts watched from their high perch, in clustered protest.. bougainvillea flowered and bloomed all around, garden cinderellas writing their own fairy tale, wearing pink, white, purple, yellow, orange and magenta gowns.. brightening the world with their radiant flounce.. bowing to the cows in tan, white and black.. admiring their regal walk with horns held high, shaking their belled and beaded necks.. unaware of their sacred status, nor of their humble and gentle presence..

Kingdom of Gods

11march 2021

A sea gull told mute tales, of its quiet search and desolation.. the wind wrote lines of love on every pore, every nerve-ending.. impatient with clothes, it penned the unreality of bodies.. calling Earth, a kingdom of  Gods, waiting to happen.. debating the hand of Buddha, the footprint of Mahavira.. Guru Nanak and Jesus.. Mohammed and Krishna.. pointing at the moon, snuggled sleepily within a rosy blanket.. it questioned reality, and its comprehension.. sacred bells rang incessantly, creating vibrations to secret doorways.. blinking as if in sleep, the buildings seeming like turrets of a divine palace.. my spirit excited to fly with the parrots.. heard the sea gull speak finally, a happy sound, as it flew by with its lost mate by its side.. the sun rose to drum beats pulsing the unique heartbeat of every life..  

egyptian king

10Mar 2021

A bored light dived into the sea, turning into a beautiful swan.. another stepped in dressed as an Egyptian king, as if paying obeisance to the Moon Goddess smiling down with golden light.. joined by an entourage of maidens, dressed in colorful attire, surrounding the queen veiled in ethereal blue, all bowing to this irresistible phenomena.. the clouds rippled across the sky, vainly covering the stars, confoundingly imitating the sea.. the buildings limned against the skyline in every direction, as far as the eye could perceive.. frissons of unease imagined the possibility of their thoughts and dreams heard out loud.. where then would our sanity be.. clouds formed into a hand, reaching out in quiet blessings..

Children's day

Children's Day!

It is our pure child-like pleasure in things that always gives us the most satisfaction. Our Carefree laughter speaks of true joy.. And innocent spontaneity remains our biggest attraction.. Though we hold our hands and show them the way. Our sight needs the wonder in their eyes to see afresh. Happy children's Day!

Times of India

the times of india - TOI

 a part.. then half a sheet.. then one.. even two whole pages of ads preceding the one with main 'HEADLINES'.. what is the message here.. is it about bagging news or................!! wonder what comes first!

Star One

star one

Star One seems to be plucking the strings of Romance in our lives.. be it 'Dil Mil Gaye', or 'Miley Jab Hum Tum', or 'Geet' or 'Rang Badalti Odhani'.. holding refreshing hues of friendship, love, laughter amidst teasing fun pranks vying with intensity, great music and compelling tears.. the lighthearted banter of the young is a pleasure to watch.. a seamless cohesion of vibrant looks and talent.. Armaan's cheeky diffidence.. Nupur's filmy vivacity.. Geet's vibrant pluckiness.. Maan's moving gallantry.. Shaan's brash teasing.. all memorable freeze-frames that bring a smile.. visually beautiful, non-dramatic in the traditional sense, this channel is all set to steal hearts.. 

Mr. Salman Khan

Mr. salman khan

 Most all actors and actresses appear on reality shows to promote their movies.. of course their appearance itself raises TRPs for that show.. but in all these appearances, Mr.Salman Khan is the only actor, for whom once he appears, you stop switching channels.. the only actor who is not there just as a guest for some promotional gimmick.. but becomes part of the show itself.. genuinely interested in the participants and the program.. he completely enjoys himself and that pleasure pervades everything around.. even the viewers.. leaving them mesmerized and floored..

Mr. Nana Chudasama

green mumbai

We salute the efforts of Mr.Nana Chudasama towards the cause of a Green Mumbai.. and request him to start this movement at school level.. where if every child plants one sapling and takes care of it.. this will not only permanently resolve the 'green' effort.. it would also help our children, nurturing a life and making them a conscious part of their environment.. in a city like Mumbai, which is interspersed with pockets of high-rises, he can also promote the planting of Tulsi saplings outside the windows of each flat, which would go a long way towards improving both the health and environment of our city.. due to the huge numbers of this herb grown in limited space area, for instance in a place like Cuffe Parade.. 

Ms Pooja Bedi

the woman of substance

Recently I came across a column started by Ms.Pooja Bedi, called 'The Heart Chakra'.. and even though sometimes I wonder what qualifies a person to give such unstinted advice, I applaud Ms. Bedi's presence in such a column, for more than advice I believe we women in general need such bold 'shaking up' .. like her incisively hilarious take on the funny norms of virginity.. hope it helps us realize the absurdity behind certain social norms, which in our hurry to evolve essentially, we forgot to modify or change.. through this column, her realization that 'happily married' IS an oxymoron goes to prove the 'weight' we have put this poor word under.. look at Ms.Sushmita Sen.. hasn't she found the ideal path for herself.. in letting that be an exception, are we multiplying the stress levels of a society that desperately needs to breathe.. parents stressed both financially and emotionally trying to 'settle' their kids at the right time.. 'adjustment' becoming a virtue rather than a compromise.. children getting exposed to shouts and screams and unhappiness.. shuttling between the two.. and still marriage remains a norm, not a choice each should make.. the Woman of today is educated, independent and ready to take on the world.. and it's time she made her own choices and lived life on her own terms..