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Walking alone
I hear the footsteps
Dead silence
The wind isn’t sure
Sharp cry
Enters my mind alone
Deep darkness
Engulfs some of me
Until only
I move ahead again
And see
Yellow flowers in-waiting
For me
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If we believe that life reflects what is in our mind, let us all think of sunshine. We should then imagine a colourful picture.
Red-red flowers, blue-blue sky and calm green grass and happy air all around us, with a touch of music in it.
We can all be dancers, dancing nonstop. Our body will be caught in action and rhythm and our soul in peace.
We can also think of meditating; every one of us on Earth meditating; sending sublime vibrations in the universe and connecting with this marvel.
Our planet will then glow. We’ll be like the sun. A passing alien might confuse our planet for the Sun. Nevertheless, we’ll welcome others to join.
The best thing is, we all can think of holding hands, the whole humanity, a never-ending long chain. And then we’ll move round and round. We’ll sing and dance and move round and round.
Why don’t we think so? Why don’t we think? It’ll be fun if we think, I promise that it’ll be.
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Photograph by Jagriti Rumi; Location – Tikarpada Wildlife Sanctuary, Odisha
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“The trouble is, you think you have time”- a straightforwardly true quote.
But listen don’t worry… just take a deep breath. And allow your mind to be empty.
It is true that time is running but that doesn’t mean you have to run with it.
Instead, you should stop and discover your inner self.
Knowing who you actually are is a big question for which you should hurry; being aware of every breath that you take is important, and for this you should be quick.
Time is fleeting and there is a whole universe to explore within and without.
Our soul is something we don’t consciously think much about and rarely do anything special for it, for it to flourish.
So there is no time to waste in any trivial issue when inner peace is all you need.
The solution to this trouble is to be extremely quick in settling your mind without spending the time elsewhere.
A settled mind can make you sit calmly, a calm posture can make you concentrate, you can meditate and what comes next is even better… a mind that meditates can stop Time.
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Yes, it was the world of candyfloss. Pink softness everywhere. The sky was pink and you could touch and have a piece of it.
The cottony air filled your mind, making you smile. The pink trees and the pink flowers and everything else was so sweet that one had to smile.
In pleasure, I lurched and took myself in some direction. The path was quite visible because it wasn’t pink. Yes, the path wasn’t made of candyfloss.
So I walked and walked for some more time. I couldn’t think of anything, maybe it was the sweet air. Then I saw a beautiful lamp post, it was long and curled at the top, like a curled flower.
But the lamp post was also not made of candyfloss. Don’t know why. The path curved in left and then right direction. I would have kept walking but then I reached a circle and felt tired.
Luckily, there was a bench nearby and I decided to rest. The bench was cold and solid and oh it too wasn’t pink and candy-flossy. I found it strange.
In a few minutes, I lied down on the bench. The pink sky was full of fluffy pink clouds. It was so pretty. I took a bite first and then ate leisurely, playing with the sugary cloud.
A long time passed and then weird things occurred.
The clouds turned black and made angry sounds and it started to rain. In zero time I was soaked from top to bottom. And then it happened.
I simply rubbed my eyes and blinked and what I saw then was not the world of candyfloss. The pink, light, cotton world had just gone. I don’t know where!
A bicycle rudely passed me at that moment. Yeah, someone was riding it. I decided to hitch-hike and so I did.
All my way to someplace I kept thinking about the world of candyfloss. I still do, especially when I eat candyfloss. And also when I lie down, not to sleep but just like that.
The world of candyfloss!
In this world I think three things are just like the world of candyfloss, one candyfloss, second clouds and the third is Time. I mean literally. Yes!
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With a pen in your hand and a paper in front of you, draw, draw with your eyes closed. You will see a lot of things but there’ll be something that you will see and feel at the same time. Draw it out. Be free. Don’t restrict yourself by worrying about the outcome. Move your hand to picture what your mind shows you- a line, a circle, a wave, a square, a tree, a lightening, the universe.
You will know when to stop; you will know when to open your eyes.
Smiling? The picture might be funny or absurd or both, nevertheless, it is your own mind. Don’t raise any questions but do think. You’ll get to know something about yourself for sure. Something like that you might not be a good painter but your inner self is. And that the sun might rise and the moon may set, the truth will always be with your soul.
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Sitting on the bench under the tree, Bob was simply gazing. It wasn’t a garden so to say, just a bit of shade and a place to rest; though quite attractive for some, like it was for Bob.
He had kept his packet next to him and was looking very comfortable on that bench. His eyes were staring in one direction but his ears were catching all the noise he was surrounded by.
In such a place where one could not think about concentrating on one element, Bob was surprised by his focused mind.
He felt like a spectator who was looking at a live performance, not involved himself rather just witnessing it.
Even if he wanted he didn’t see individual actions. What he saw was a mass flow. Everyone was dashing in one or the other direction; by foot or by a vehicle; some looking happy but mostly stressed.
Strangely Bob questioned himself, ‘Where are they going?’ He was dumbstruck. He couldn’t assess the reason for such a rush.
Bob had a feeling that they all should stop and look upwards. It was getting dark but the sky was still reddish-orange. Indeed, it was a pleasant sight.
He had a strong urge to ask everyone to enjoy the rich colours, to capture the sky’s vastness and to wait for the first visible star; only to then relish the starry night.
Bob got up. He tried to shout at everyone present in the scene but his voice failed. After a few seconds, he finally said, ‘everyone, look up at the sky.’ But it wasn’t a shout, in fact, his message was pitched below his normal level.
A person, who was just passing him, stopped and started looking upwards. He asked Bob, ‘What is it?’ Bob was alarmed, he didn’t expect any questions. Bob replied in a confused tone, ‘Just…just…have a look.’
Looking hard at the sky that person again inquired Bob, ‘But what is it?’ Bob was speechless. His mind was scattered once again.
A lot of thoughts entered him and knocked his focus down. Bob managed to say, ‘It is beautiful…the sky…?’ That person left Bob with a cold look, munching some harsh words on his way.
Rubbing his face Bob asked himself, ‘What was I trying to do?’ He had no clue. He checked his watch, almost twenty minutes had passed. He took a deep sigh.
A couple crossed him, they had the same bag as he had. Suddenly he looked at his bag, then his watch and took to feet immediately.
Bob’s mind was shouting in bold letters, he could see it through his inner eye. It was repeating some words continuously- ‘THE BAG…YOU ARE LATE…BAG…LATE…BAG…SO DEAD.’
Bob walked so quickly that soon he merged with the crowd. With all those who didn’t hear his message.
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The blogger wrote this post long, long, long back, and probably when she was feeling utterly hopeless.
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Dear reader, check out the following posts to rekindle hope and joy within (you too may read it, o-me-from-the-past):-
Spirited Away and the Art of Forgetfulness
Paper-Light-Lemon-Fresh-Stories
The Old Fortune-Teller’s Special Offer
Ninety-Nine Times out of a Hundred
Life-Affirming Pair of Socks with Three Holes in It
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La la la
I am dancing
La la la
I am laughing
La la la
Sky is clear
La la la
Life is near
La la la
Brightness in me
La la la
Lightness in me
La la la
All I see
La la la
Is the glee
La la la
I am Miss
La la la
I know bliss
La la la
Tiara was singing this weird song. She was hopping in the garden. The flowers were looking at her and so were a white rabbit and a caterpillar.
Lost in the present, Tiara was happy. There was no particular reason behind it. Everything looked beautiful, pure.
A blue bird was sitting on a tree near the garden. She had a message for Tiara. It was full of lustre. The blue bird thought it was time to deliver the message.
Tiara, who was without a clue about it, was blushing with joy.
Joy that brings a big smile on your face, that makes you peaceful, that stops your mind from thinking and time from running.
The blue bird landed on the lawn and Tiara took notice of her. Their eyes met. Tiara immediately knew what she was meant to know.
The lustre will stay with her like a fragrance; all she needs is to remember.
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Sujata – The Voice of the Unheard
Sahib Bibi Aur Ghulam – A tale of role-reversals and downfalls
Chalti Ka Naam Gaadi (That which moves is called a car)
Mrinal Sen’s Aakaler Shandhane (In Search of Famine)
La Strada And The Round-Faced Clown
Sherni – Even in the dense jungle, the tigress knows her way.
Gabbeh, the 1996 film, is a simple tale of a gipsy girl, her clan and the way their life goes on. Unfolding beautifully just like an artist painting a canvas, Gabbeh quietly touches the grand questions.
Essentially Gold, The Lavender Hill Mob
Ranked as one of the greatest British films of all time, The Lavender Hill Mob confides in the audience, letting them see, feel, laugh and think without tickling persuasively with a joke here and a punch-line there.
Regina Spektor’s Musical World – Part I, Part II, Part III, Part IV, Part V
Of Monsters and Men and This Journey
The Circle Game, Joni Mitchell, You and Me
The Answer Is Blowin’ In The Wind
The Wonderful Mr. Tambourine Man Song
Weather Forecast Says Listen to George Ezra
The Choir and Their Toads Sing ‘Double Trouble’
Yes fly! For walking on the second track is dull and usual, but dreaming high, high, high requires tools. Tools like the right pair of shoes, a chirpy, gritty soul that eats butter-jam dreams, a soul that drinks milky-milky creams.
Silver cascade shimmering the night sky, music to the waves and surreal beauty to the eyes, the Moon loves the art of discipline.
It may be difficult to believe for the Moon’s splendour defies time, it stupefies the clock, it follows the path of a dreamer, but how could this be possible if the Moon knew not discipline?
In this moment, I am a little bit of this and a little bit of that, I am complete and incomplete, I am pleased and uncertain, I wish for nothing and I know I have to wait.
Because the distance covered reminds me of the hurdles I have crossed and the ones I could not, it reminds me of a throbbing past and a dreamy future and it reminds me of how much time is left.
A joy so complete without any rise or fall, so free without any time corners, so real without true being false, false being true.
