The Restricted Love..............

As You Grow Wise A Point Comes In Life,

When Matters Of Heart; Cuts Like A Knife.

Love-The Acme Of Emotional Bliss Is Not Trusted To Be Real,

Instead Through Conjured Characters In Movies We Get It To Feel.

A Time When What Is Reckoned Has To Be Cerebral?

Drooped & Bruised We Brush Aside Anything That Is Visceral.

Giving & Accepting Love, Attention & Affection Becomes A Task So Tricky To Deal,

If Love Is Present It Is Dissected Even After Knowing It’s Dearth Will Make Our Life So Still.

Why Does A Time Come When All The Sappy Talks & Holding Of Hands Emerges So Trivial,

Get Up, Work & Sleep; Why Does Life Become A Pursuit To Obtain The Essential.

Is There Anything More Comforting Than Being Held In Someone’s Arms?

Then Why Do We Feel Love Will Make Us Weak & Cause Us Harm?

Why Do We Live Our Lives In Our Mind & Physically Merely Exist,

To Live The Life We Truly Desire With Our Mind Why Don’t We Resist?

Why Do We Deceive Our Heart Which Makes Us Aware That We Are Alive?

Unwillingly But Bit By Bit Lumber The Road On Which Our Desires Lay Belied.

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.