Why is it that we value people a lot more after they have died? I wonder why do we realise their importance only after they are gone, and not when they were around? Why is it that we regret not having spent quality time or more time with them? Or being ‘nicer’ or kinder to them when they lived.
Whoever said a January would augur new beginnings, got their facts wrong. It wasn’t written in the stars that every January would come carrying with itself a bouquet full of roses, and leave us enchanted. Or was it? I wonder why we have this uncanny, set notion imprinted in our heads that a new year will portend all things good, positive and wonderful. Yes, I get that thing about a fresh new start, new beginnings on a brand new slate….
“To describe my mother would be to write about a hurricane in its perfect power. Or the climbing, falling colors of a rainbow.” —Maya Angelou Memories of a Magical Mother: #WordlessWednesday A year just whizzed by. You made your onward journey to the other side of that magical rainbow not without challenges. It will precisely be a year, on Tuesday, 5 February, 2019. Here’s my little, heart-felt tribute, captured in just…
“Living here on Earth, we breathe the rhythms of a universe that extends infinitely above us. When resonant harmonies arise between this vast outer cosmos and the inner human cosmos, poetry is born.” – Daisaku Ikeda MY WORD OF THE YEAR AND ALL THAT JAZZ: You may wonder what’s taken me so long to come up with my Word of the Year (WOTY), while most of you are done and dusted (err not really, rather have begun to work) with…
“Trees are earth’s endless efforts to speak to the listening heaven.” – Rabindranath Tagore Breaking Dawn: #ThursdayTreeLove On an early morning walk, last month in December, we stumbled upon this surreal tree, that stood out lazily; out-stretching its nimble limbs, embracing the dawn in a warm embrace. The view was priceless to say the least. The tree seemed to be subtly communicating with the heavens above, alluring us with its charm on that cold winter morning. @@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@ Linking up with the beautiful Tree Lady, Parul, for #ThursdayTreeLove
is blogging worth it? : Damyanti Biswas A huge thanks to Natasha for inviting me to her blog on the week she completes two years on Natasha Musing. Lately, a lot of bloggers have begun to feel a sense of hopelessness at the direction the blogiverse is taking: more paid posts, more reciprocal exchanges of comments and social media sharing, more appearance than reality, more conflict than community. I disagree.
“Art enables us to find ourselves and lose ourselves at the same time.” – Thomas Merton Another gem IN the wall: #WordlessWednesday 3:12 P.M., 1 October, 2018, The Beatles Ashram, Rishikesh, India Floored by the myriad wall art that adorned the crumbling, moss-covered walls of the Beatles Ashram, I went on a “capturing them” spree. These are a just few of those images that left me mesmerised and intrigued. The calmness of the Ashram was punctuated by the gushing Ganges…
Are you caught up in the break-neck scramble of life? Is your life whizzing by in a jiffy, and your to-do list mounting, and cluttering your life further? Are there five different things you planned to do last week, but ended up doing just one or two, or none? Can’t slow down? Don’t worry, you ain’t alone in this. I’m in the same boat as you. And now as the month-long festive season is upon us, it’s going to be…
The Saffron Clad Sadhu 7:04 A.M., 2 October, 2018 I’ve always been intrigued by the Sadhus of India. Some Sadhus have a mystic charm, some a sly, scheming modus operandi and some just puff their souls to the twirling smoke of chillum***. In India there are different sects of Sadhus; the much in news; Naga** Sadhu or the naked sadhu) and the Aghori Sadhus who actually feed on dead human flesh. Bizarre, don’t you think? On my recent short…
ten things i Am grateful for on monday How did your Monday morning start? Is it Moan-day or Monday for you? Did you wake up with a spring on your feet, or did you bemoan the beginning of another choc-a-block week? Did you enjoy your coffee looking out of the window, and kiss the children a happy good-bye, as they left for school? Or was it a morning of frayed nerves with the alarm not ringing, and your…