Hyperbole

Silence is absolute Silence is omni present If there's death, there's life If there's life, there's hope If there's hope, there's survival If there's survival, there's birth If there's birth, there's a womb If there's womb, there's silence Inside Silence is absolute Silence is forgiving If there's darkness, there's light If there's light, there's day If there's day, there's night If there's night, there's loneliness If there's loneliness, there's sadness If there's sadness, there's silence Inside Silence is absolute Silence is punishing If there's peace, there's war If there's war, there's strife If there's strife, there's violence If there's violence, there's fatalities If there's fatalities, there's death If there's death, there's silence Inside Silence is absolute Silence is despair If there's meeting, there...

The other day on my way to the college I saw this middle aged couple walking up the rather steep incline of a fly over. Both of them were thin and a bit worn out by the daily struggle of survival that the poor have to go through in our country. The husband was walking ahead and the wife dutifully followed a few steps behind with her head and face covered with the palo of her saari. Though it was around 10am, but it was already pretty hot in the sun. Now the part which caught my attention was a dog. A thin brown, around 6 months old dog. The husband was walking briskly with the dog tucked up under his right arm. I didn't notice anything wrong with the mutt. Infact it was all grins, panting away nicely in the heat and seemed pretty happy with the arrangement. I used to assume that love for animals is a hobby of the rich and the poor have a rather practical, symbiotic relationship with the livestock they keep. But this man with his dog in his arms turned that theory around. To kee...

This is all it takes to make me happy. A room with this kind of authentic, unique, and original light. It's there in my room in this hotel room in Kathmandu and I love it! So local, so rural, so different from the ubiquitous hotel rooms you see all over. Totally chillad, totally happy.

This is a kind of misleading title because it has got nothing much to do with the guru guy but because it ended with him that is what I remember most distinctly. The dream starts with me roaming around in Jammu on foot. I come across some police officials hanging around a parking lot chatting. There this one senior official, probably a DIG, is bitching about the new DGP, and how unreasonable he is to his junior colleagues. They get some message on the wireless and they all rush towards the police headquarters in a convoy of white ambassadors and gypsys.I for whatever reason follow them. How? I have no clue as from what I remember I had no transport or money and the place I have to go to is at the top of a hill with a very steep approach road. There a police annual day or fair kind of thing is going on with school kids performing, police march past and a 21 gun salute with some kind of mini canons. After the event gets over I am on my way out and meet the school kids psycho therapist...

As Victor Hugo once said "To think of Shadow is a serious thing." What is a Shadow? Is it an extension of your soul? Is it the dark representation of your purer side? Or is it just a mirage, a fiction, a figment of your imagination? An illusion which you start believing in? Or is the Shadow, the one you take for granted till the time it's around. You see it next to you all the time, you are comforted by it's presence, it reassures you, it stands by you no matter what and yet at times due to it's intimate presence you even forget that it exists. If at a metaphorical level you imagine a day as a lifetime or a period in your life then your Shadow is there with you for the better part of the day, around you, with you, and constantly in touch. During noon time, which can be taken as your peak you lose sight of it and shine in the spot light, the glory of the overhead sun. The Shadow is at it's closest, just below you, but you are blinded by the sun and the brig...

This post is a bit late. I have been meaning to write it ever since I visited the state but just didn't get about doing so. There is something about that state and it's people. From the minute you get on the train from Delhi the vibrancy, positivity and buoyancy of the co-passengers hits you. Specially when you compare it with the somewhat sullen and slightly malnourished variety you come across in trains traveling to the Hindi heartland. Or the serious, silent, subdued and very disciplined kind you come across down South. Even for a train starting at 11pm there was so much energy and positive vibrations that you can't help but get affected by it. Everyone is helping everyone and food is being passed all around, even if you have met for the first time. The degree of hospitality one comes across is pretty amazing specially when you have been an inspector/examiner since long, are pretty cynical and have been numbed by the usual pretense of welcome you see everywhere. How ...

Only once in your life, I truly believe, you find someone who can completely turn your world around. You tell them things that you’ve never shared with another soul and they absorb everything you say and actually want to hear more. You share hopes for the future, dreams that will never come true, goals that were never achieved and the many disappointments life has thrown at you. When something wonderful happens, you can’t wait to tell them about it, knowing they will share in your excitement. They are not embarrassed to cry with you when you are hurting or laugh with you when you make a fool of yourself. Never do they hurt your feelings or make you feel like you are not good enough, but rather they build you up and show you the things about yourself that make you special and even beautiful. There is never any pressure, jealousy or competition but only a quiet calmness when they are around. You can be yourself and not worry about what they will think of you because they love you for ...