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Thursday, April 12, 2012

The embrace

Lying in a field
on my side
my lover -
the one I seek but never find, the one I yearn to know but am denied -
lies down behind me.

His body cloaking mine
I feel the warmth of breath against my ear,
I feel the press of lips upon my cheek,
I sense him waiting.

And as quickly as he appeared,
he is gone.

I awake from this dream
with the familiar sense of longing,
frustration from
denial of desire
that seems fated to know no home.

And then it strikes me -
all these years I’ve believed myself to be waiting
upon another,
when all along you have been with me
here
closer than my breath
under my skin
acceptance and love perpetually on offer.

And it’s not me waiting
but you.

Awaiting my recognition,
my receiving
what has been held out to me,
accepting the gift
I never believed was mine to claim.
Until now.

Spring awakening:
love and birdsong fill the air,
robins mad with a passion
that envelopes me.
I will no longer
deny what calls to me

now

I am ready to roll over
and give myself
completely
to the embrace.

~ Lisa Hofmann
From the site http://dandelionseedsanddreams.blogspot.com

Abiding in discomfort

Another thought-provoking and maybe, heart-wrenching write-up ...

Abiding in discomfort


Wednesday, April 11, 2012

Forget the Church, embrace Christ

A hard-hitting, thought-provoking article.

Read article here



What are you going to do?

”The whole globe is shook up, so what are you going to do when things are falling apart? 

You’re either going to become more fundamentalist and try to hold things together, or you’re going to forsake the old ambitions and goals and live life as an experiment, making it up as you go along.” 

~ Pema Chodron

Tuesday, April 10, 2012

The power of passion

... persistence and positivity.

Watch video here


Hahahahaha :D


Since everything is but an apparition, having nothing to do with good or bad, acceptance or rejection, one may well burst out in laughter.

~ Longchenpa

Monday, April 09, 2012

I vs You

When I am ambitious,
I am isolating myself.
No?

When I am competitive,
I am isolating myself;

when I want to be superior to you,
I am isolating myself; 


when I am seeking, pursuing pleasure,
I am isolating myself.

I don't know if you see all this.
Right?

So, this loneliness is a form of isolation which the mind has cultivated through ambition, through competition, through the desire for success, through the pursuit of pleasure, and this has brought about this sense of complete isolation, loneliness.

Jiddu Krishnamurti 


Friday, April 06, 2012

The world is my oyster


The world is my oyster


A long time ago, on a warm, April morn,
tiny, wrinkled and glistening, I was born.
In a sea-side house, in a far-away land,
the sea was my lullaby, wonderland, friend.
I had gazed out the window, down at the sea,
the world was my oyster, it has seemed to me.
The possibilities were as many as the grains of sand,
the future had held promise, like a magical land.
Along the way, alas! that vision was lost,
along the way, somehow, my world got boxed.
Career, marriage and duties of family,
like a clock-work rat, it was set out for me.
Many years on the treadmill had taken its toll,
but lost in the maze, revolt grew in my soul.
To let fly her spirit, to make her voice heard,
that sprightly little girl, of long ago, yearned.
Through nights filled with anguish, days of ennui,
my spirit called to Spirit, to come, set me free.
From the depths of darkness, a tiny light it shone,
from the maze of misery, a way out was shown.
Free now of boxes, to choose my path, am free.
The oyster awaits. Happy Birthday to me.

Thursday, April 05, 2012

There is a brokenness

by Rashani

There is a brokenness
out of which comes the unbroken,
a shatteredness
out of which blooms the unshatterable.
There is a sorrow
beyond all grief which leads to joy
and a fragility
out of whose depths emerges strength.

There is a hollow space
too vast for words
through which we pass with each loss,
out of whose darkness
we are sanctioned into being.

There is a cry deeper than all sound
whose serrated edges cut the heart
as we break open to the place inside
which is unbreakable and whole,
while learning to sing.


~~~ 

Tuesday, April 03, 2012

Moon song

 Moon song


The moon dreamt a dream for me,
a lilting soliloquy,
Of end of war, it sang to me,
of nations living in harmony.
Of lands flush with prosperity,
and greed erased permanently.
Where man with peace with nature be,
the Earth walked upon tenderly.

Of children smiling happily,
of want, abuse, forever free.
Of freedom for all, equality,
abundance, and end to poverty.
Yes, the moon sang this melody,
in trilling tones, so joyously,
my heart, it leapt in ecstasy,
at this dream it dreamt so lovingly.

Sunday, April 01, 2012

Seen and Unseen

by Gorden J.L. Ramel

Beauty; there is so much to see
in flowers, faces, birds and me,
so much that can be loved for free.
Like trees, or people passing by;
the fragile form of things that fly;
the brown of earth, the blue of sky.
My eyes are opened more each day,
my mouth more closed, what can I say?
I wish I’d always seen this way.

This beauty that surrounds me now
has always been here, yet, somehow
my state of mind did not allow
for simple things like peace and joy.
I was so eager to employ
myself, so easy to annoy,
I did not know to brush aside
the mental cobwebs that can hide
the light wherein I now abide.

And so my days were quickly spent
on actions, intricate and meant,
to take me where I never went,
but where I planned I would go soon.
Like casting wishes at the moon
I danced to someone else’s tune
and thought my labours set me free.
Too sure of what I knew to see
the beauty that surrounded me. 


Saturday, March 31, 2012

Budapest


This one's for you, Rukmini ....



Source : TED

Tuesday, March 27, 2012

The four-leaf fritter


I must confess that in the past when I have come across a blog that shared recipes I have felt slightly let-down. I mean, a blog is about serious writing, not recipes. Even though I do trawl the net looking for new and interesting ways to cook, recipes are meant to be on food sites, not blogs. So now, when I’m about to share a story and a recipe, I smile a bit sheepishly and self-indulgently :) But then, I tell myself, when a recipe forms itself out of inspiration and available ingredients in your kitchen and turns out to be a success, it begs to be shared.

I’ve been growing fenugreek in my kitchen garden these past few weeks and today I pulled out the last of the crop. Instead of making the usual rotis or sabzi with it, I thought, let me, for a change, make fritters with it. Then, just for variety I decided to add mint leaves and the leaves of the Coleus aromaticus (panikoorka in Malayalam) from the kitchen garden. When I dug into the refrigerator to retrieve the coriander leaves, I saw some corn ears taking up a lot of space in the veggie tray and took one out, de-kerneled it and added the kernels to the chopped up leaves. Then some besan went in, together with cumin seeds, turmeric, chilli powder and salt. Generous squeezes of a lemon went in next, all combined together with water. The mixture turned out to not have a pouring consistency and feeling reluctant to add more besan, I decided to stick to ‘healthy’ and add wholewheat flour instead. When that had gone in, I remembered sesame seeds. I love sesame seeds so much that given the chance, I’d give in to the temptation of adding it to EVERYTHING. Which is not such a bad thing compared to hubby’s penchant for adding fenugreek seeds to everything. So, in went a bold dash of sesame seeds. I then spotted a half-peeled potato sitting on the bench-top and chopped that up and put that in too. The batter was now a thick yellow-green mass with the greens kind of lumping together in solidarity.

Now, in keeping with my ‘eat healthy’ philosophy I had planned to pan-fry the fritters with as little oil as possible, but looking at the thick mass bursting with leaves, I realised that pan-frying is only going to cook the underside and the leaves and insides might remain uncooked, so I poured some more oil into the flat bottomed pan so as to have an oil depth of a few millimetres. I then poured tablespoonfuls of batter into the hot oil and flattened each fritter out so that about half of it was submerged in the oil. Fried them on both sides to a light brown crispiness and drained them on kitchen paper, which to my dismay got quite drenched with oil. However, the end result was quite crunchy and tasty.

Well, after I had eaten a couple of these oil-laden delicacies my conscience literally started to jump up and down in anger telling me off and telling me to go work off all the fat I had ingested. So, off I went on a walk and as usual when I go walking in the quiet dusk in the balmy weather, I tend to muse and ponder over things. I got to thinking how like life it was, the fritters that I had made. A lot of times we don’t have a say in the hand we get dealt in life. We have to make do with what we’ve got and fashion a life out of it. We might have to take large amounts of wholesome flour and somehow stir in the bitterness of fenugreek, the hot anger of chilli, the coolness of mint and the fragrant virtue of coriander. Add great dashes of lemon for zest and sesame for the nutty flavour, salt for steadfastness, all to be combined and fried in the trials and tribulations of life. But just to the right degree, not overdone to result in burn-out or frustration, or underdone with a soft belly and laziness.

All great recipes are born this way, I like to think. In times of famine or plenty, people have taken what was available and combined and cooked them in ways that would result in food that was not only tasty but was nourishing to the body and soul as well. I guess that’s what our lives are about too. To take the things that are available and at hand and fashion a life that is a thing of beauty and nourishment and wholesomeness.


Learning from a barefoot movement


This TED talk by Bunker Roy is so awe-inspiring !


Please share if possible ....


Sunday, March 25, 2012

Shukriya Zindagi

Yes, there is so much to be grateful for in life ....


Shafqat Amanat Ali's voice does strum the heartstrings!


Saturday, March 24, 2012

A very unusual love letter


Opening the doors of compassion...



Source : Internet


Friday, March 23, 2012

Poetry of gratefulness

A wonderfully inspirational video on the meaning of gratitude.

Lynne Twist on gratitude


Wednesday, March 21, 2012

Union

(my attempts at Haiku)

When we gaze
at each other,
God smiles.

In the silence
lies the secret,
of union.

Beyond body,
beyond mind,
we are one.

In the end,
there is no you nor I,
only God.

Through our union,
It experiences itself,
as Itself.

In the bliss
of nothingness,
is everything.

What is life now
or death, I have
glimpsed eternity.

~~~


Tuesday, March 20, 2012

The Invitation


by Oriah Mountain Dreamer


It doesn't interest me what you do for a living. I want to know what you ache for and if you dare to dream of meeting your heart's longing.

It doesn't interest me how old you are. I want to know if you will risk looking like a fool for love, for your dream, for the adventure of being alive.

It doesn't interest me what planets are squaring your moon. I want to know if you have touched the centre of your own sorrow, if you have been opened by life's betrayals or have become shrivelled and closed from fear of further pain.

I want to know if you can sit with pain, mine or your own, without moving to hide it, or fade it, or fix it.

I want to know if you can be with joy, mine or your own; if you can dance with wildness and let the ecstasy fill you to the tips of your fingers and toes without cautioning us to
be careful, be realistic, remember the limitations of being human.

It doesn't interest me if the story you are telling me is true. I want to know if you can
disappoint another to be true to yourself. If you can bear the accusation of betrayal
and not betray your own soul. If you can be faithless and therefore trustworthy.

I want to know if you can see Beauty even when it is not pretty every day. And if you can source your own life from its presence.

I want to know if you can live with failure, yours and mine, and still stand at the edge of the lake and shout to the silver of the full moon, 'Yes.'

It doesn't interest me to know where you live or how much money you have. I want to know if you can get up after the night of grief and despair, weary and bruised to the bone and do what needs to be done to feed the children.

It doesn't interest me who you know or how you came to be here. I want to know if you will stand in the centre of the fire with me and not shrink back.

It doesn't interest me where or what or with whom you have studied. I want to know what sustains you from the inside when all else falls away.

I want to know if you can be alone with yourself and if you truly like the company you keep in the empty moments.

~~~

Monday, March 19, 2012

Who killed Baby Falak?

How many children will have to die before we finally do something?

Who killed Baby Falak?

:/

The Cord


For those mothers who have lost a child, and those who have lost their mother;


The Cord

We are connected,
My child and I, by
An invisible cord
Not seen by the eye.

It's not like the cord

That connects us 'til birth
This cord can't been seen
By any on Earth.

This cord does it's work

Right from the start.
It binds us together
Attached to my heart.

I know that it's there

Though no one can see
The invisible cord
From my child to me.

The strength of this cord

Is hard to describe.
It can't be destroyed
It can't be denied.

It's stronger than any cord

Man could create
It withstands the test
Can hold any weight.

And though you are gone,

Though you're not here with me,
The cord is still there
But no one can see.

It pulls at my heart

I am bruised...I am sore,
But this cord is my lifeline
As never before.

I am thankful that God

Connects us this way
A mother and child
Death can't take it away!


~ Author Unknown

Saturday, March 17, 2012

Wonder


Friday, March 16, 2012

Immaculate Misconception


A blog post I wish I had written, so close it is to my thoughts and feelings ...

Immaculate Misconception

It's outrageous but true and what are the solutions?


Growth


We are God seeds planted in a human vehicle and our job is to grow and blossom into God selves.

~ Jean Houston

Thursday, March 15, 2012

The Four Agreements


Toltec Wisdom by Don Miguel Ruiz M.D.


And the Fifth Agreement, added recently:

"Be Skeptical But Learn To Listen."
'Don't believe me, don't believe anyone else, don't believe yourself...'
~ Don Miguel Ruiz

Eliminating belief systems are one of the core teachings of the Toltec Path. Whenever you have a belief, you no longer perceive what is. You see only what Toltecs call, the smoky mirror. You see the world through colored glasses.

In order to see the truth, to see reality clearly and unbiased, one must be free of belief systems. In order to grow and evolve, one must change the way they see themselves and the world.

Source : Internet (Friend's FB update)


The Beloved


My Beloved, a patient lover, waits for me,
while I, like a busy housewife,
scurry about to finish my chores,
to settle the affairs of the world,
to put aside the calculations of the mind.
When I still my hands of their constant activity
and my mind of its constant fluttering,
there, I behold Him in the silent cavern of my soul.
His smile is the gentle unfolding of a dreamy full moon,
His gaze makes me forget myself,
cast aside my identity, my selfhood,
and dissolve into His all encompassing embrace.
In that sacred space, I know myself as Him,
I always was and will be. We are one.
He laughs at my forgetfulness
and rejoices at my remembrance.
My Beloved is always all there is
if only I would open my vision and see.
I look around and see Him everywhere,
in the dazzling sunlight, in the bumbling bee.
From faces distorted in pain and anger,
He smiles gently up at me.
Waiting patiently for the remembrance
of a Beloved they somehow fail to see.
But I must remember and I must see
that the Beloved, He dwells in me.
My Beloved has the luminescence of a million suns,
my Beloved is me.
~~~


Wednesday, March 14, 2012

Spectacles of nature


I stepped outside today evening to try and spot the unfolding of a heavenly spectacle in the skies, the conjunction of Jupiter and Venus. It took me several minutes of scanning the tree-obscured horizon to  finally spot the two planets in a gap between the trees, sparkling bright in the azure sky. The brighter of the two might have been Venus and Jupiter even though bigger in size looked like a younger sibling hanging around the brighter one. They are orbiting on vastly different trajectories, but once in a while their travels align them in such a way that when looked at from the earth, they appear to be in conjunction.

Later on, when the night had deepened, I stepped outside once again to gaze up at the night sky. The sky was almost clear, with only a few clouds obscuring the view, and stars lit up the heavens. The Milky Way was a diaphanous swathe across the sky and looking at this starry display, once again I was moved by awe, thinking of our tiny little planet amidst the heavens and the universe spreading out into infinity. And a tiny little me, sitting on a tiny little planet watching it. Its sheer grandeur is so monumental and yet to think that the force that shaped the stars and the galaxies also shaped me and throbs within me. This puts us straightaway into the league of stars, and we can feel the pulse of creation, of awesomeness throbbing within us.

Earlier on, I had gone for a walk and sat down by the river. The sun had gone down and the sunset was lighting up the sky in golden hues. Down there where I sat there was no sign of human habitation. It was as though I had escaped into a different world. The river flowed with music on her lips and jauntiness in her step. Sea gulls feed on the pebbled banks and once in a while took off in flight, spread their wings and alighted again. The bank opposite was thick with bush of various kinds and hues, and shadows gathered among the leaves, and slithered on the branches, whispering secrets. As the day retreated, the night approached, like a soft-footed lover, all velvet smoothness and dark mystery.

Sitting there, cradled in nature and caressed by the velvet night, my mind grew calm and still. I began to feel a blurring of my separateness as the walls that I normally put up while negotiating the eddying currents of human transactions began to dissolve and fall away. The sense of a separate 'me' began to disappear and the sense of a far greater vastness began to reveal itself. There was only an observer and the feeling that all was in oneness and all was in bliss.

When the mind falls silent, truth and beauty reveal themselves. What does the mind do other than record events, store and retrieve data, and based on past recorded data, form opinions, concepts, beliefs etc. But the moment is newborn and fresh and its beauty and aliveness cannot be sensed by a mere cataloguer of a database, it must be sensed by something beyond the mind, something that dwells and moves within us and whose ethereal voice is normally drowned out by the cacophony of the mind. In moments like these, when we are in the midst of nature, when we get the chance to drop the mind and move into stillness, the soft, loving voice reveals to us, not in words, but in a deeply felt sense, the truth about ourselves. Then, we can be said to have come home.

~~~

Why you will fail to have a great career

A talk that I needed to hear at this point of my life ....

Larry Smith's TED talk

Very compelling!


Tuesday, March 13, 2012

Lifeguard


This was so heartening, I had to share this ...


Yaaaaaaaaay !!!

Photo : courtesy Internet.


Wise words

Those who speak much are not necessarily possessed of wisdom.
The wise can be seen to be at peace with life and free from all enmity and fear.

Dhammapada v.258


As rain cannot penetrate a well-made roof, so the passions cannot enter a well-trained heart.

Dhammapada v.14


If anything is to be done, do it well, with energy and devotion;
the renunciate life led heedlessly just stirs up the dust.

Dhammapada v 313


Truly it is ourselves that we depend upon; 
how could wer really depend upon another?
When we reach the state of self reliance we find a rare refuge.

Dhammapada v 160

Monday, March 12, 2012

I Singe The Body Electric

Another raw, bleeding post. The only consolation and maybe hope is that the women are writing about their anguish, proclaiming their pain. I hope that is bringing some measure of control, of catharsis into their lives ...

I singe the body electric



Friday, March 09, 2012

Silence isn't always golden

Another kind of raw, powerful and gut-wrenching post ....

Silence isn't always golden



Transformation and transcendence


This is such an awesome piece of writing. Raw and powerful, yet loving and eloquent ...

The power of female friendship


I hereby dis-empower you


A hard-hitting post which makes you think and wonder about men :/

I hereby dis-empower you

Is this the way we are raising our sons? To dis-empower?


Thursday, March 08, 2012

Day of the Feminine

Today is International Woman's Day and I wanted to share something that touched and moved me so deeply and is so apt for today's theme and for every day to follow ...

Women's Love

If possible, listen to the recording as well.



Wednesday, March 07, 2012

Empowerment


On this day of your life,  God wants you to know...
...that your job, your invitation from the Universe, is to give people back to themselves.

You can do this every day, in a hundred ways. Why not practice it with the first three people you encounter after reading this?

It is really a very easy thing to do -- yet it can affect a person mightily. All you have to do is look for the best in that person, and then show it to them, right then and there. Describe it. Admire it. Thank them for it.

Do this for three people every day and watch how your whole life can change. At last you will realize what you are doing here. All the rest will be just stuff and nonsense.

~ Neale Donald Walsh

The Power of Introverts


There's zero correlation between being the best talker and having the best ideas. ~ Susan Cain.


Susan Cain's TED Talk - The Power of Introverts

Ah! to float...



This picture that I put up with a status message on FB evoked a few comments, two of which were short ditties which I thought of sharing -

"Yea, that sky is really blue today
And I quite love those clouds.
I can hear a distant bird,
Crying out aloud.
It’s probably calling out to friends
To join her in her flight
Across the fields, across the lake
To a new shore, now out of sight.
I would’ve loved to fly with them
Hey but its pretty cool down here
The surrounding air smells so good
And the waters are so clear
I’m loving the gentle lift of ripples
As on this leaf I float
So I guess I’ll tarry for sometime more
On this special little boat."


~ Nadira


Surely girls, ‘tis good to float,
as on joys that life has brought,
lying back, you happily gloat,
simply divine, is it not?
Do not swim, I would say,
go with life’s loving flow,
‘tis best to float any day,
take it easy, nice and slow.
Smell those flowers, catch,
the rain on your tongue,
setting suns, you must watch,
never leave your song unsung.
Of what gain is winning
the race, amassing gold,
nary a time for living,
if, en route, your soul has died.

~ myself


photo - courtesy Facebook

Monday, March 05, 2012

Imagination

“I believe in the imagination. What I cannot see is infinitely more important than what I can see.”

~ Duane Michals

Saturday, March 03, 2012

Creativity


Creativity is MORE IMPORTANT than intelligence. - Einstein.



Twelve Things You Were Not Taught in School About Creative Thinking
 
By Michael Michalko on December 2, 2011 - 6:15am

1. You are creative. The artist is not a special person, each one of us is a special kind of artist. Every one of us is born a creative, spontaneous thinker. The only difference between people who are creative and people who are not is a simple belief. Creative people believe they are creative. People who believe they are not creative, are not. Once you have a particular identity and set of beliefs about yourself, you become interested in seeking out the skills needed to express your identity and beliefs. This is why people who believe they are creative become creative. If you believe you are not creative, then there is no need to learn how to become creative and you don't. The reality is that believing you are not creative excuses you from trying or attempting anything new. When someone tells you that they are not creative, you are talking to someone who has no interest and will make no effort to be a creative thinker.

2. Creative thinking is work. You must have passion and the determination to immerse yourself in the process of creating new and different ideas. Then you must have patience to persevere against all adversity. All creative geniuses work passionately hard and produce incredible numbers of ideas, most of which are bad. In fact, more bad poems were written by the major poets than by minor poets. Thomas Edison created 3000 different ideas for lighting systems before he evaluated them for practicality and profitability. Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart produced more than six hundred pieces of music, including forty-one symphonies and some forty-odd operas and masses, during his short creative life. Rembrandt produced around 650 paintings and 2,000 drawings and Picasso executed more than 20,000 works. Shakespeare wrote 154 sonnets. Some were masterpieces, while others were no better than his contemporaries could have written, and some were simply bad.

3. You must go through the motions of being creative. When you are producing ideas, you are replenishing neurotransmitters linked to genes that are being turned on and off in response to what your brain is doing, which in turn is responding to challenges. When you go through the motions of trying to come up with new ideas, you are energizing your brain by increasing the number of contacts between neurons. The more times you try to get ideas, the more active your brain becomes and the more creative you become. If you want to become an artist and all you did was paint a picture every day, you will become an artist. You may not become another Vincent Van Gogh, but you will become more of an artist than someone who has never tried.

4. Your brain is not a computer. Your brain is a dynamic system that evolves its patterns of activity rather than computes them like a computer. It thrives on the creative energy of feedback from experiences real or fictional. You can synthesize experience; literally create it in your own imagination. The human brain cannot tell the difference between an "actual" experience and an experience imagined vividly and in detail. This discovery is what enabled Albert Einstein to create his thought experiments with imaginary scenarios that led to his revolutionary ideas about space and time. One day, for example, he imagined falling in love. Then he imagined meeting the woman he fell in love with two weeks after he fell in love. This led to his theory of acausality. The same process of synthesizing experience allowed Walt Disney to bring his fantasies to life.

5. There is no one right answer. Reality is ambiguous. Aristotle said it is either A or not-A. It cannot be both. The sky is either blue or not blue. This is black and white thinking as the sky is a billion different shades of blue. A beam of light is either a wave or not a wave (A or not-A). Physicists discovered that light can be either a wave or particle depending on the viewpoint of the observer. The only certainty in life is uncertainty. When trying to get ideas, do not censor or evaluate them as they occur. Nothing kills creativity faster than self-censorship of ideas while generating them. Think of all your ideas as possibilities and generate as many as you can before you decide which ones to select. The world is not black or white. It is grey.

6. Never stop with your first good idea. Always strive to find a better one and continue until you have one that is still better. In 1862, Phillip Reis demonstrated his invention which could transmit music over the wires. He was days away from improving it into a telephone that could transmit speech. Every communication expert in Germany dissuaded him from making improvements, as they said the telegraph is good enough. No one would buy or use a telephone. Ten years later, Alexander Graham Bell patented the telephone. Spencer Silver developed a new adhesive for 3M that stuck to objects but could easily be lifted off. It was first marketed as a bulletin board adhesive so the boards could be moved easily from place to place. There was no market for it. Silver didn't discard it. One day Arthur Fry, another 3M employee, was singing in the church's choir when his page marker fell out of his hymnal. Fry coated his page markers with Silver's adhesive and discovered the markers stayed in place, yet lifted off without damaging the page. Hence the Post-it Notes were born. Thomas Edison was always trying to spring board from one idea to another in his work. He spring boarded his work from the telephone (sounds transmitted) to the phonograph (sounds recorded) and, finally, to motion pictures (images recorded).

7. Expect the experts to be negative. The more expert and specialized a person becomes, the more their mindset becomes narrowed and the more fixated they become on confirming what they believe to be absolute. Consequently, when confronted with new and different ideas, their focus will be on conformity. Does it conform with what I know is right? If not, experts will spend all their time showing and explaining why it can't be done and why it can't work. They will not look for ways to make it work or get it done because this might demonstrate that what they regarded as absolute is not absolute at all. This is why when Fred Smith created Federal Express, every delivery expert in the U.S. predicted its certain doom. After all, they said, if this delivery concept was doable, the Post Office or UPS would have done it long ago.

8. Trust your instincts. Don't allow yourself to get discouraged. Albert Einstein was expelled from school because his attitude had a negative effect on serious students; he failed his university entrance exam and had to attend a trade school for one year before finally being admitted; and was the only one in his graduating class who did not get a teaching position because no professor would recommend him. One professor said Einstein was "the laziest dog" the university ever had. Beethoven's parents were told he was too stupid to be a music composer. Charles Darwin's colleagues called him a fool and what he was doing "fool's experiments" when he worked on his theory of biological evolution. Walt Disney was fired from his first job on a newspaper because "he lacked imagination." Thomas Edison had only two years of formal schooling, was totally deaf in one ear and was hard of hearing in the other, was fired from his first job as a newsboy and later fired from his job as a telegrapher; and still he became the most famous inventor in the history of the U.S.

9. There is no such thing as failure. Whenever you try to do something and do not succeed, you do not fail. You have learned something that does not work. Always ask "What have I learned about what doesn't work?", "Can this explain something that I didn't set out to explain?", and "What have I discovered that I didn't set out to discover?" Whenever someone tells you that they have never made a mistake, you are talking to someone who has never tried anything new.

~~~

Experience


A king asked a sage to explain the Truth.

In response the sage asked the king how he would convey the taste of a mango to someone who had never eaten anything sweet. No matter how hard the king tried, he could not adequately describe the flavor of the fruit, and, in frustration,he demanded of the sage "Tell me then, how would you describe it?"

The sage picked up a mango and handed it to the king saying "This is very sweet. Try eating it!"

~ Hindu Teaching


Thursday, March 01, 2012

LMBO

(a letter I sent to two of my friends)

Dears Chitra and Neetha,

Chitra’s ‘the quantum of wobbling is directly proportional to the quantum of gobbling‘ has really set me thinking. Recently, while having a belly laugh I realised that when I laughed even though my Santa Claus tummy wobbled, it was actually getting a good workout from within. So to burn more calories, I started to watch comedy serials on TV (something unthinkable for me so far). Now I laugh during these serials at the slightest hint of a joke and sometimes even when nothing is said or done.

All these mirthful eruptions on my part are causing hubby to look at me suspiciously, maybe he’s considering divorce on the grounds of insanity. But so what, I am doing this in the service of science. And fitness. And beauty. And hope to lose about 10 inches around the waistline in a month or so. Unfortunately, I didn’t take a ‘before’ photo, but shall take an ‘after’ photo after said inches have been laughed away and my waist resembles that of a pre-pregnancy Aishwarya Rai.

So, my dears, laugh away, even watching our Indian politicians is good to bring on the belly laughs and you can LOL and even ROFL and instead of LMAO you can now (LMBO) Laugh My Belly Off). Neetha, just imagine how much gym-going money you’ll save if you stay at home instead and laugh yourself into fitness, haina?

The other good thing about LMBO is that it is also releases endorphins or happiness-inducing chemicals into the system. So while tummy is getting scrunched and de-calorified, the brain is also doing a little dance and sending messages about what a wonderful person you are and what a wonderful place this world is. Now, who can have enough of that, you tell me...

So, ladies, let’s get set and get even (with fat) and laugh it all away while also having loads of fun doing it :)

~~~

Tuesday, February 28, 2012

Unbreakable


Project Unbreakable

Please spread the word ... maybe you can help someone...

The Art of Witnessing


Question - What is your way of meditation?
Osho - My way of meditation is very simple. There are one hundred and twelve methods of meditation. Out of all of those I have chosen the most simple -- the most easily done. I call it witnessing. The moment you witness something you become separate from it, you are the witness, the thing becomes an object -- the witnessed.

If you are walking on the road, and you are also witnessing that you are walking -- not going along just like a robot, mechanical, everyday habit, the road is known, the legs know it, you can even walk with closed eyes. But walking with absolute alertness every step, every fall of a leaf, every ray of the sun, every bird flying in front of you, fully alert... slowly, slowly, you become aware that you are not the body that is walking, you are something inside which is witnessing.

Once you have witnessed your body, you have got the knack of the method. Then you start witnessing your thoughts -- sitting silently, just watching the rush of thoughts, not interfering, not saying, "This is good. This is bad." Not justifying, not appreciating, no judgment... non-judgmental witnessing, just like the mirror. Anybody passes by, the mirror reflects it; that's all, it makes no comment.

Strangely enough, when you stop making comments on the thoughts, they begin to stop; your comments keep them alive. Once you are simply a mirrorlike witness, thoughts disappear, and you become aware of a deeper layer, of emotions, moods, which are very subtle. You are not even aware many times that you are sad. You are often not aware of what your emotional state is -- it is very deep, there is a thick layer of thoughts.

When thoughts have stopped, then you become aware of a very subtle breeze -- and there is a great joy to see it pass. The method remains the same -- you remain a witness without judgment. First body, second mind, third heart. And the fourth happens on its own. I call my way the fourth way because after the third you cannot do anything.

Once your emotions and moods disappear, suddenly there is a quantum leap -- the witness has nothing to witness anymore. It comes home. It witnesses itself. It becomes both the seer and the seen, the object and the subject, and for the first time you have unity. This experience of absolute organic unity of your consciousness has been called by different names -- moksha, nirvana, liberation, enlightenment, illumination.

Whatever word you choose makes no difference. But this is the ultimate peak, this is the ultimate goal of human life. So my method is very simple. You need not even sit to do it. You can do it anywhere -- walking on the street, sitting in the bus, sitting in the plane, eating, even sleeping. When you are going to sleep you don't fall asleep suddenly, it takes a few minutes; just watch how the sleep comes in.

Slowly, slowly, you will see sleep coming in, and as your witnessing becomes deeper there comes a moment when you can see that the whole night you are asleep yet still alert. I have tried almost all one hundred and twelve methods. That list is exhaustive, there is no possibility of adding a single method more. You can make a method of combinations, but those one hundred and twelve are exhaustive.

Out of them all I have chosen witnessing, because most of them are based on this in different ways. For example, if while making love you also witness, it becomes tantra. Tantra has taken one method, used it for love, and changed the whole sexual energy into a spiritual phenomenon. That's what I have been talking about, and I have been misunderstood by almost everybody. They think I am teaching free sex. I am teaching meditative sex, and they think I am teaching free sex.

I was simply teaching that if you can make sex an object of meditation you can become free of it -- because with meditation the energy starts moving higher and higher. My sannyasins who have been with me are puzzled that they have lost all interest in sex. And the people who have been condemning me -- that is their own imagination, their own creation, the whole idea of free sex.

But it is sensational, particularly in a country which is very repressive about sex. To me, sex is as natural as everything else. If we can make sleeping a meditation, if we can make eating a meditation, why leave sex out? And sex is so powerful that it should not be left out; otherwise, that will that it should not be left out; otherwise, that will create disturbance. It should be absorbed into your total meditative process. It should become an organic unity.

Perhaps the Tantrikas understood this 1000 years ago. They did; they had something substantial. The Tantrikas were not part of a religion but of a very rebellious group of religious people, who created Khajuraho and thousands of other temples around. All other religions are talking almost rubbish about God, about heaven and hell.

Tantrikas were the first scientific religious people who took possession of their energy -- which was already available. They managed to transform it in the same way that later somebody transformed the electricity from the clouds to become a light in your house. Nobody would have conceived before that the electricity flashing in the clouds could run your fans and your air-conditioners and your railways.

Tantrikas had the first insight that man's sexual energy can be transformed easily. The only barrier is repression. If you repress it, then you cannot transform it. Don't repress sexual energy, don't condemn it, but create a friendship with it, that's what I have been saying. Don't think of it as a sin; it is not -- you are born of it. The whole life is sex. If you call sex sin, then the whole life becomes sin, then the whole existence becomes sin -- and this is not a religious approach to the world. We should make the whole world divine -- not sin. But nobody reports what I have been saying; they just go on misinforming people. This is a misfortune -- that journalism still is not literature.

Source: " The Last Testament, Vol 4, Chapter 15 " - Osho

Uncovering The Miraculous You

At the heart of each of us is an amazing and miraculous being. We have a wonderful wholeness, which is powerful, loving, creative and abundantly joyful. This self gets hidden and even buried underneath layers of programming and beliefs that we have inherited and absorbed throughout our life. When we don’t address this programming, we can easily end up feeling like we are living someone else’s life rather than our own. 

But our inner self remains intact and as we can clear away the old programming, conditioning and patterns we can begin to reveal the miraculous being that we really are. 

~ Nick Williams of Inspired Entrepreneur 


Thursday, February 23, 2012

Silence thickens

An awesome poem by Julie Daley.

Silence thickens

I can so relate to it.


Tuesday, February 21, 2012

Random ramblings 3


Today is 21.2.12. I’m beginning to wonder why I tend to ramble on days when the arrangement of dates is rather interesting.

I also came across an interesting concept today.  I am participating in Jean Houston’s ‘Awakening to one’s true purpose’ course and today she introduced to us the concept of the ‘mensch’. Mensch according to Wikipedia means “a person of integrity and honour”. But the way Jean explained it, a mensch is a person, real or imaginary who embodies all the qualities that you admire and wish to have as your own qualities. So first you conceptualise an imaginary mensch or look at a real-life one, and then visualise yourself as being that person with all the qualities that you find admirable.

A few days back I was listening to a talk by Deepak Chopra in which he recounted how while he was a child his mother had told him that he was an embodiment of Lord Krishna. In his words, “luckily for me, I believed her”. He had not been told that he was Lord Krishna himself but that the most admirable qualities of Lord Krishna were nascent within him. His undoubting belief in this allowed these dormant qualities to express themselves, in time.

Believing in the mensch and that you can become it, works on the same principle. Any quality, any attribute, any virtue can be developed this way. By believing that they lie dormant within you and by your intentional calling forth they express themselves and flower. It is as simple as that.

~~~

The Lightest Touch


Good poetry begins with
the lightest touch,
a breeze arriving from nowhere,
a whispered healing arrival,
a word in your ear,
a settling into things,
then like a hand in the dark
it arrests the whole body,
steeling you for revelation.

In the silence that follows

a great line
you can feel Lazarus
deep inside
even the laziest, most deathly afraid
part of you,
lift up his hands and walk toward the light.


-- David Whyte
from Everything is Waiting for You
©2003 Many Rivers Press

Saturday, February 18, 2012

Barefoot - The other side of life


I just finished reading a wonderful article about two socially conscious young men who undertook this experience of a lifetime. 

Read article here

Quite courageous of them, I thought.


Friday, February 17, 2012

Why we fear Chikni Chameli

Good post! But would have liked it to be more in-depth. But do agree that most Indians are quite unimaginably hypocritical :(

Read post here



Wednesday, February 15, 2012

The greatest love of all

My favourite Whitney Houston number, it moves me to tears every time ...

Watch the song here


The greatest love of all

I believe the children are our future
Teach them well and let them lead the way
Show them all the beauty they possess inside
Give them a sense of pride to make it easier
Let the children's laughter remind us how we used to be
Everybody's searching for a hero
People need someone to look up to
I never found anyone to fulfill my needs
A lonely place to be
So I learned to depend on me

[Chorus:]
I decided long ago, never to walk in anyone's shadows
If I fail, if I succeed
At least I live as I believe
No matter what they take from me
They can't take away my dignity
Because the greatest love of all
Is happening to me
I found the greatest love of all
Inside of me
The greatest love of all
Is easy to achieve
Learning to love yourself
It is the greatest love of all

I believe the children are our future
Teach them well and let them lead the way
Show them all the beauty they possess inside
Give them a sense of pride to make it easier
Let the children's laughter remind us how we used to be

[Chorus]

And if by chance, that special place
That you've been dreaming of
Leads you to a lonely place
Find your strength in love 


RIP Whitney.

The Wildest Place


I opened my mailbox this morning and read this most beautiful post and could do nothing but agree wholeheartedly and of course, share :)

The Wildest Place

I guess this is every woman's desire, even without her realising it.


Sunday, February 12, 2012

Random ramblings 2


Today is 12.2.12. Nothing special, just a nice arrangement of digits. 

It was 11 days ago that I had announced that I would write a little something about how things are going in my life and all I could come up was 11 days of silence. Yes, I know I shouldn’t say things that I cannot bring to practice but it wasn’t for want of trying. The blank page would look back at me and  talking about my little triumphs and disasters didn’t appeal to me much, and I would abandon my efforts. The events of life, they seem to come and pass quickly, talking about them would involve reliving the experience. And what would be the advantage of that? What has been experienced is gone. this moment holds a new experience. Right now, the experience of writing, the experience of exploring something new, following a new train of thought, going down a new path - all these are in the now, why talk about all the things gone by?

Anyway, before I ramble any more, let me say that right now I’m feeling very directionless, so very listless. I don’t know why. Must be drowsiness from last night late sleeping. On this lazy, languorous afternoon I feel like having a long conversation with someone intimate punctuated by long cozy silences. Just getting lost in the experience of losing myself, of losing my boundaries and floating, flying, scattering and doing it with someone who feels the same and who can share the experience of abandon. Of letting go. Of losing all bonds, even of the body and rising up like air and scattering and dissolving into nothingness.

Somehow, the experience of being alive in a body, with a mind and thoughts and things to do and places to go and outcomes to achieve and all the strings of the act of living seems like a burden. My soul wishes to be free, to leave this body, this world which is holding it back and be free. To melt back into nothingness and everythingness, to be nothing and everything, to be nowhere and everywhere. Yes, the burden of the body seems to be heavy, unbearably heavy. Choosing to experience worldly life seems to be a mistake. To willingly give up all that freedom and to be bound in a limited worldview, bound by time and space in a body that can move only so much feels like being in a prison.

Now it makes sense, the angst, the restlessness I felt all day. Maybe I don’t want to be here but rather be in the hereafter. Maybe my soul hears voices calling and is longing to join them. Maybe that’s why I was thinking about writing my will this morning. Not that it matters who gets my possessions, but just to make it easier for people left behind. Just yesterday I was thinking of a relative’s death and how lucky she was to be freed of her body-mind and to return to her natural state. Maybe that’s what has triggered my soul’s remembrance and its longing to be free. Or maybe it’s the afternoon’s languor, the deep, drowsy silence accentuated by the soft, low buzz of bees. The mind is lulled into half-sleep and in the awareness that opens up, the soul remembers its origins and longs to break free of its worldly chains and return to light and freedom.

But I guess some deeper, unknown reason keeps me here, in this body and mind. In this cauldron of experience, bubbling with desires and thoughts and feelings and pleasure and pain. Maybe now that I’ve glimpsed the vastness of the eternal, I can sit on the rim of the cauldron and watch the bubbling knowing that they are all just bubbles, some lasting longer than the others but all going to burst anyway. Someday, when I know it’s the right moment, I can step away from the cauldron and walk away. Until then, I must continue to be in the cauldron, tasting its juices, but aware that the bubbles are just that and nothing more.

Interesting, how restlessness on languorous summer afternoons can reveal things. I guess, all states of mind are leading us to some new insight, some discovery of truth, if we let them me and be still enough to allow the lesson to reveal itself.

The restlessness is gone, in its place is a peaceful detachment and stillness.


What is your life about?

What is your life about, anyway?
Nothing but a struggle to be someone.
Nothing but a running from your own silence.

~ Rumi

Friday, February 10, 2012

God wants you to know


..that the greatest enemy of individual freedom is the
individual himself.

Saul Alinsky said that, and he was right. In almost every
case, nothing is stopping you, nothing is holding you back
but your own thoughts about yourself and about "how life is." 

Your personal freedom to experience yourself and life
as you wish is not being limited. Step into your choices
and stop telling yourself that you can't, when what you
really mean is that you don't want other people to feel the
way you think that are going to feel when they see you making
the choices you really want to make. Got it?

~ Neale Donald Walsch


Wednesday, February 08, 2012

Saturday, February 04, 2012

Why it is wise to worship a woman

A post I found fascinating ...

Why it is wise to worship a woman

Why to believe in others

In this rare clip from 1972, legendary psychiatrist and Holocaust-survivor Viktor Frankl delivers a powerful message about the human search for meaning — and the most important gift we can give others.

Why to believe in others

Awesome.

Attitude that matters

Exact Narration by an auto-rickshaw passenger,

Suvendu Roy of Titan Industries, who shares his inspirational encounter with a rickshaw driver in Mumbai:

One Sunday, my wife, kid, and I had to travel to Andheri from Bandra. When I waved at a passing auto rickshaw, little did I expect that this ride would be any different...

I looked in front and there was a small TV. The driver had put on the Doordarshan channel.

My wife and I looked at each other with disbelief and amusement. In front of me was a small first-aid box with cotton, dettol and some medicines.

This was enough for me to realize that I was in a special vehicle.

Then I looked round again, and discovered more - there was a radio, fire extinguisher, wall clock, calendar, and pictures and symbols of all faiths

- from Islam and Christianity to Buddhism, Hinduism and Sikhism.

There were also pictures of the heroes of 26/11- Kamte, Salaskar, Karkare and Unnikrishnan.

I realized that not only my vehicle, but also my driver was special.

I started chatting with him and the initial sense of ridicule and disbelief gradually diminished.

I gathered that he had been driving an auto rickshaw for the past 8-9 years; he had lost his job when his employer's plastic company was shut down.

He had two school-going children, and he drove from 8 in the morning till 10 at night.

No break unless he was unwell. "Sahab, ghar mein baith ke T.V dekh kar kya faida? Do paisa income karega toh future mein kaam aayega."

We realized that we had come across a man who represents Mumbai – the spirit of work, the spirit of travel and the spirit of excelling in life.

I asked him whether he does anything else as I figured that he did not have too much spare time.

He said that he goes to an old age home for women in Andheri once a week or whenever he has some extra income, where he donates tooth brushes, toothpastes, soap, hair oil, and other items of daily use.

He pointed out to a painted message below the meter that read: "25 per cent discount on metered fare for the handicapped.

Free rides for blind passengers up to Rs. 50.

My wife and I were struck with awe. The man was a HERO!

A hero who deserves all our respect!!!

Our journey came to an end;

45 minutes of a lesson in humility, selflessness, and of a hero-worshipping Mumbai, my temporary home.

We disembarked, and all I could do was
to pay him a tip that would hardly cover a
free ride for a blind man.

I hope, one day, you too have a chance to meet Mr Sandeep Bachhe in his auto rickshaw: MH-02-Z-8508.

Be a Reason for Million Smiles….But Never be a reason for even a single Grudge…..


~~~~ from a friend's FB page

Friday, February 03, 2012

Dads


This post was so touching it moved me to tears ...

Dads

Thursday, February 02, 2012

Cycles, Seasons, Rhythms, Life


Just read this beautiful blog post by someone I'm following and realised how it is so true for me as well. And I just had to share ... :)

Cycles, Seasons, Rhythms, Life

Wednesday, February 01, 2012

Random ramblings


Today is 1.2.12 or as the Americans would have it, it’s 2.1.12. Nothing spectacular, just a clever arrangement of digits :)

Last night I was going through a few blogs and was amazed to read the kind of stuff people put out there, personal stories, even intimate ones, trivial events, kid trouble, car trouble, work trouble, spouse trouble ... they let it all hang out. For an intensely private person like me, it was flabbergasting. Maybe, it is hugely cathartic, I thought. These people are venting because nowadays, in real life, no one has the time nor inclination to listen to one another any more, unlike the old days, where people would meet up for a chin-wag and a mutual vent over coffee or a meal and go away full of food and empty of steam. Full and fully vented, Like a defused pressure cooker :)

So I began to wonder about the benefits of online venting. I can rest assured that not many on the world wide web will know my dirty secrets because I have a fan following of about two, two loyal souls who read my blog regularly. Thank you guys! So what’s the danger that some random stranger will read my outpouring and decide to blackmail me? Almost zero, I can safely assume. Anyway, it being the first of the month and all that I thought let me start my pressure venting on such an auspicious day.

After much pondering and probing my deep subconscious, I found, much to my dismay and maybe my fans’ disappointment, there was nothing to vent about. It rained the whole day which the commuters might have found a nuisance, but sitting at home listening to the rain playing its rain song on the roof was for me very pleasant. The phone didn’t ring and neither did the door bell. Which is not to say I had a boring day. On the contrary, I enjoyed my own company immensely like I always do and yes, I do have something to report.

I started to go for Zumba classes today. Zumba, the dancexercise. It was fun. For an hour a group of us women, twisted and turned and hopped about to the tunes of a rhythmic fast paced music, all flailing arms and legs and jerky movements and even some non-movements until we were all perspiring like red-faced pigs (I haven’t seen one, but I imagine it would have looked like us :) The good, old heart got a good workout and I bet adrenaline was surging through my system in leaps and bounds. Coming home and getting under the shower was suddenly such a pleasant experience, I must admit. And now that it’s almost midnight and going to be 2.2.2012 soon, the bed too looks quite unbearably attractive :)

So, that was it, my soul-baring for the day. Shall give it another shot tomorrow and see if any secrets pop out without my knowing it :)

Love art

Art begs you to notice it.
Why? Because art is God's way of saying hello.
So pay attention to poetry. Pay attention
to music. Pay attention to paintings and sculptures and
photo exhibits and ballets and plays.
Don't let all this go unnoticed.

Your world is shouting out to you, revealing
something intrinsically glorious about itself.
Listen carefully. Love art, the way art loves Life.

~ Neale Donald Walsch