I Looked Like A Relaxed Corpse In The Coffin!

I Looked Like A Relaxed Corpse In The Coffin. With A Surrendered & Satiated Smile. Eyes Closed, Body Stick-Straight & Hands Humbly Folded In The Anticipation Of Pleasure & Peace. The Curtain Was Drawn, The Lights Made Dim & The Noise Of Beauty-Business Chore Suddenly Diminished As The Door Went Shut. A Bandana Fastened & Re-Fastened My Fluffy Curls With A Silent Instruction ‘Do Not Disturb’.

The

 Foreplay Of Fingers On My Face. Her Ladies Fingers Got Wheels With Four Lumps Of Aromatic Mixed Fruit Cream; Landing Equi-Distance North-East-West-South. Her Fingers Skated Slowly Around My Eyes & Re-Defined My Nose Line; They Lost Balance Around The Cheeks & Went Round & Round Regaining The Equilibrium Only At My Chin To Redo The Whole Thing Again.

Mission Accomplished: Every Molecule Of My Face ACTIVATED.

She Drew Some Imaginary Lines On My Forehead To Pace Down The Processing Of My Mind; Gradually Bringing Down The Chatter Of My Mind To A Complete Halt. Then Just Like An Athlete Who Warms Up Before His Game She Flexed The Modest Flesh Of My Face In Preparation Of What Followed.

Mummification Of The Dwindling Youthfulness Of My Weary-Teary Face.

 — in Ahmedabad, Gujarat

We Are Immortal. We Will Always Be Together!!!

How Does This Sound?

We Are Immortal. We Will Always Be Together.

Damn!! Karwachauth Works!!

Does This Sound Reassuring? Decrease Even By An Iota The ‘Fear Of Death’?

Yes, The Story Of ‘Karma’ Is True. “ You Carry On Burden Of Debts From One Life To Another. With Each Life That You Go Through & You Didn’t Fulfill These Debts The Next One Will Be Harder. If You Fulfill Them You Will Be Given An Easy Life.”

I Am Perplexed…..

# 1 To Digest The Talking With Spirits Story; One Who Belong To “The Space Between Lives” Requires You To Believe In God. To Which I May Surrender After Eventually Reading Some More God Material & Some Strong Coaxing From Believers. But The Whole Appearance Of The Spirits, The Timing Of Their Arrival In The Story, The Ambience, The Husky.. Hoarse Voice & The White Clothes Is So Familiar, Flimsy & Filmy. It Kills The Credibility Of The Book (1.5 Million Copies Sold ) Named ‘ Many Lives Many Masters’

Dr Brian Weiss Claims, ‘The Book Is Based On A True Event’

Well………I Am A Little Disappointed DOCTOR, For Starters I Am Expecting ‘Nirvana’ Like A Salvation Sort Of. Secondly If I Am Not Good Enough To Permanently Become A ‘Free Spirit’ Or Whatever That Is Who Is Never Born Again. I So Strongly Wish To Have Change Of Country/Continent & Change Of Faces Around Me. (No Offence, But Different Is Good). It Will Keep Me Going Considering This New Learnt Fact “You Never Die”. And If I Am Lucky Enough Like The ‘Subject’ Of Yours In This Book & I Am Being Hypnotized In One Of My Many Lives; It Would Be Good To Learn I Have ‘Been’ NO ‘I Have Lived’ Around The World. You See I Love Travelling. A Lot…A  LOT…A LOT.

But What I Liked About Your Finding Is That “Humans Will Remain Humans”. We May Change The Gender Or Our Profession But We Would Bear Similar Face & As You Say Carry On Our Abilities(Bad For Those Who Don’t Have Many- HOPE Dashed) Along With Our Debts(Karma) Into The New Life.

Phewwww……….. No More Fear Of Transforming Into A Cockroach Or A Lizard In The Next Life. This Is One Consistent Thing I Say Is Good.

And That Is Reassuring Derivation!  

THANK GOD IT’S FRIDAY!

The ‘Cheer’ Drink Is Poured; 
The Mind Is Tamed & Cheated; It Is Put To Bed!
The Heart Is Alive Like Never Before, It Is Functioning Full Throttle At The Behest Of Music & Lyrics.  It Is Childlike; With No Inhibition & No Fear.

Jagjit Singh Is Singing, “Sarakti Jaaye Hai Ruqkh Se Naqab Aahista Aahista…………………” 

Glorifying The Miseries & Debacles Of Heart! The Failures Of Past Have Metamorphosed Into Accomplishments. One & All Are Celebrating Love, Hurt, Pain & Betrayal.

‘Woh Bedardi Se Sar Kaate ‘Ameer’ Aur Mein Kahun Unse………..Huzoor Aashista, Aahista………….”

The Heart Is Laying It All Bare. The Skeleton Of Unsung Emotions Is Out Of The Closet.
The Soul Souflle!!!!!

Janab Aashista...........Aahista!!!

THANK GOD IT’S FRIDAY!

Faith Is Contagious…

Faith Is Contagious…

 I Am Standing In A Human Jam; Sub-Consciously Blocking Every Other Sense & Sight As I Look In The Eyes Of ‘Krishna’.

It’s His Birthday & Fervor Has Gathered From All Walks Of Life To Celebrate & Congratulate ‘The God’; To Pray, To Ask For Forgiveness & To Show Gratitude For All Their Born Days.

In This Pristine Ambience Which Is Reverberating With Faith & Amidst The Mumble Of Prayers & Loud Chants Every Single Soul Has Elevated Itself From Its Flesh-y Dwelling; Away From The Chattering & Forceful Crowd; To Concentrate, To Convey & To Get Occupied In A Blissfully Intimate Conversation With God On His Special Day.

What A Divine Sensation!!! The Fragrance Of Hundreds Of Incense Sticks, The Sight Of Besotted Devotees, Bedecked God & ‘Diyas’; The Comforting To Ears Sanskrit Hymns.

Everything Present Is Radiating ‘Belief’ & Is Permeating It Deeper Into All Present. The Temple Has Become A ‘Cauldron Of Faith’.

You Can Almost Feel The Presence Of Congregated Faith. And Such Is The Power Of Passion & Conviction That If The Numerous Minds/Souls Present Conceived One Wish It Would Be Granted Invariably.

If The Twin Brothers ‘Focus & Faith’ Knock The Door Of Future, You Ought To Be Greeted By The Fruit You Desired.

As I Give A Last Glance To The God To Make Room For The Left-Waiting, His Effervescent Smile Does The Job Of Bringing A Sense Of Calmness To My Foggy Mind.

 It Says, “All Is Well”.

Some Songs Make You Lose The Equilibrium Of Your Mind.

Hallucinating ‘I Am In Love’ & That ‘Someone Is In Love With Me’. The Destination Is Reached, My Car’s Engine Is Waiting To Be Stopped; But I Am Not Present In The Car To Do The Needful. I Am Flying In My Imagination, Smiling, My Dreamy Eyes Are Fixed On A Chimera, Feeling ‘Beautiful’ Assuming The Singer-He Is Singing It For Me, Feeling Lighter On Peeling Off The Appearances I Keep & Being Just Me- Unalloyed & Pure, Feeling The Blissful Tickle Of A Rare Feeling- Unison Of A Happy Heart & A Happy Mind; Both Cooperating & Reciprocating To Each Other As If They Have Just Met After A Long Painful Struggle & Have Just Come To Life.

‘A Surge Of Adrenaline Until My Eyes Brim Up With Emotions…….’

Love Lullaby….

“Some Songs Make You Lose The Equilibrium Of Your Mind. But Isn’t It All Right?

 After All We Are All Humans…. We Can Be Dotty Sometimes”

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Ws-kuQBLa2E

‘I Am Ok You Are Not Ok’ High.

Unless Asked, Does Sharing Imply Seeking Feedback Or A Plan Of Action?

Is It Possible To Be On The Right Side Of Emotions All The Time?

Isn’t Sharing Only A Means To Vent When You Get Too Tired Of Talking To Self?

Why Do People Bombard Their Judgment On Us Or On Our Situation, Blabber Special Comments, Give Mindboggling Examples, Impose Acute Advice, Sing Motivational Sermons, Talk The Obvious, Do Our Character Digging & End-Up Using Our Plight As An Opportunity To Go On An Ego Trip When You Say ‘I Am Not Fine?’

HELLOOOOOO

I Didn’t Mean Lend Me Your YEARS (Of Experience), I Meant E For Ears (Listening) !!!

No Wonder No Matter What The Situation Is, Everybody Says ‘I Am Fine.’

Keep Stocking Not Talking To Avoid Giving Your ‘Listener’ Sorry Your ‘Analyzer’ ‘I Am Ok You Are Not Ok’ High.

Into Thin Air- "To The Base Camp & Back"

I Don’t Understand…..

Why Would One Want To Experience Breathing The Wispy Winds? Suffer From Amputating Frostbites, Feel Asphyxiated With Or Without An Oxygen Mask….

Why Would Someone Silently Permit His Own Body Eating Itself To Survive? Feel Groggy & Hallucinated In Mind Like A Slow Child….

Why Would Some One Want To Tempt His Or Her Own Death? Temper Its Ego, Irritate It, Annoy It & Challenge It To Play The Game Of ‘Who Prevails In The End’?

Why Would Someone Want To Leave The Warmth Of His Bed & All The Loved Ones Behind At Sea Level To Embark On An Expedition To Surge An Altitude Of 29000 Feet?

Why Would Someone Want To Reach The Roof Of The World?

Why Would Someone Want To Climb MOUNT EVEREST? The Book ‘INTO THIN AIR’ Quickly Gives Me A Rejoinder As If It Is Reading My Write “Neelam, Because It Exists.”

Is This Attempt An Outcome Of Indefatigable Desire For Public Attention? Months, Weeks & Days Of Slow, Arduous Maneuver To Reach The Mountain’s Top & Then Once You Attain The Goal You Spend Less Than Half An Hour Clicking Few Pictures Vetting Your Victory & Experiencing Exhaustive Exhilaration Coupled With A Trepidation Of Imminent Long-Haul  Descend.

Someone Has Rightly Said ‘It Is The Journey That Matters More Than The Destination’. But What Kind Of A Journey Is This? “An Obvious Triumph Of Desires Over Sensibility.” An Idea Of A Guilt-Stricken Maverick Human, Trying To Undo His Past By Enduring This Penance.

Before Reading This Book I Was Determined To Experience Mountain Climbing. (Not The Snowy-Chilly Ones But The Arid Brown Ones). But This Book Turned Out To Be A Scanner It Did A Reality Check On My Effervescent Idea.

For Starters I Can Walk Endlessly (Provided I Have Music In My Ears) But When It Comes To Climbing I Get Breathless On The 10^th Stair; In The Given Circumstance My Abode On 6^th Floor Is Nothing Less Than Mount Everest To Me & I Have Never Scaled It Yet. I Have No Desire As Well……

At An Altitude Of 18000 Feet And Above I Would Remain Immured In My Sleeping Bag, Become A Frostbitten Frozen Vegetable & Without The Supply Of My Staple Diet & Ginger Tea In My Dimming Mind I Would See Ghosts Walking Around Me.

As I Ascended Above The Clouds; Near The Stars, Sun & The Moon & Descended Abruptly On The Sea Level While Opening & Closing This Book I Have Made A Strong Resolve That If I Ever…Ever Venture This Shangri-La Like Place In My Life It Would Be ‘To The Base Camp & Back.’