Small Joys

And then life is full of some small joys that never cease to make you smile.

• An unprompted hug from your child without asking for one.

• Getting an unexpected call from a friend when it’s not your birthday.

• Discovering a long lost thing unpredictably while cleaning your closet.

• Realizing that you are in someone’s thoughts and prayers always.

• Waking up early on a weekend and discovering you can go back to sleep

• Devouring hot pakoras, made by someone – especially for you on a rainy day.

• Gazing at the dazzling sun high above the clouds while seated in an airplane, when it’s grey and cloudy on the ground.

• Sand swarming from under your feet at the seaside.

• Gazing at the vermillion, golden tinges of sunset, while the sun fades away in the ocean.

• Your child’s hand clasping your finger tightly while he sleeps.

• Finding a fresh new green leaf in your plants.

• Leaning on a welcoming shoulder when watching a movie.

• The house smelling of food someone else cooked when you return home from work.

• When the radio plays your favorite song unexpectedly.

For happiness is never stopping to think if you are. Experienced any unanticipated small joy lately?

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Do you know what you want?

I wish my leading eye-opener this year is that I don’t actually know what I want.

Let me explain.

We grow up believing we recognize what we yearn for, but we’re mistaken. We all begin with the erroneous thought about it. Your entire life, society has guided you about the things you want in your life. Others recognize what they want you to want. Your relatives, family, your spiritual societies, your politicians and your bosses know precisely what they want you to want. You’ll acquire everyone’s idea except for your own, but these unfamiliar ideas will amass, and in the deficiency of your own they get you pursuing things.

We are not born being aware of what we want, either. Society presupposes they ought to know routinely what we want, which happens to be whatever the caucus it is in our traditions. For few it could imply marrying off to “a great provider”, for others it could imply striving for a higher management position, for others it could mean to earn money.

Then we grow to be adults and, if we’re fortunate, gradually discover that no one can train you about what you want. You trip upon it on your own- provided you do a lot o tripping over that is. Your parents weren’t aware what you wanted, they presumed it’s the same as what they wanted. The solitary thoughts they can offer you of what you must want are the needs they can recognize. Advertisers, for instance, do not know what you want, they look for it. The sole idea they can offer you is what they expect you want, which is to purchase their product or service from them.

Your individual idea emerges only when you have the real familiarity of what you want. You can’t distinguish until you experience it.  How promptly that happens depends on how frequently you do what you’re not accustomed to doing. That implies travel accelerates it, and habits repress it. Doing scary and unfamiliar things hastens it, doing comfortable things stifles it.

I’m gradually learning what I want, and I just started to learn, actually learn, once I found out that I don’t already identify what I want — that the things I’ve been pursuing all this while have infact been other people’s needs.

Some things I recognize I want, even if no one else wants me to want them are:

I would like more driving with the windows turned down and music turned off

I would like lesser time on smart phones and more time talking

I would like extra one-on-one coffees and brunch outings with friends

I would like more walking, less driving

I would like more relishing and less guzzling

I would like more floras

I would like to dress in outfits that let go of my inhibitions

I would like more time with a paint and brush in my hand and less time with a kitchen spatula

I would like more conversation and less thinking

I would like color synchronization

I would like baths with ambient melody playing in the backdrop

I would like to surprise people as much as I can

I would like to modify plans without worrying about it

I would like to transform the way you ponder about the significant things in life

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So what is that you want in life? Tell me, but don’t respond too hastily.

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Where are those Days?

Wondering...

Where are those days
when we could
put an upturned
container on our heads
and act as if to
we were a fireman
or a dreamer
or robot?

Where are those days
when we could
giggle absurdly
and roll on the ground
accredited to a
fart or burp
or other bodily sounds which seemed so funny.

Where are those days
when droplets
enthralled us and
the famous “Chanda mama” excited us
no end; when a
fountain was all
we required to
make our world complete.

Where are those days
when everything was
new-fangled and held a hope
when we didn’t know
what tomorrow will bring
but we knew it
would be as happy
as today?

Where are those days
when we candidly
hugged
and kissed
those who made us
feel loved and unique.

Where are those days when
the loss of a favorite pencil
was life’s leading catastrophe
of our lives
and the acquirement
of a new one
our biggest victory.

Where are those days when
we could chuckle
and weep wantonly
when we could
love with
paramount fervor
when we could
pick ourselves up
dust ourselves off
and continue
with the same
zeal.

Where are those days when
we didn’t know
the significance
of intolerance
goal
aspiration
principle
remorse
hate
sorrow
envy
or adversity?

Where are those days
when our life
was uncomplicated
our requirements fundamental
our wishes
confined to a chocolate
and one more ride
on a giant wheel.

Where are those days
when we were
actually, really, truly
contented.
When we lived
the meaning of
contentment
and didn’t just
read superficial quotes about them
on internet, to post them on Facebook.

PS – This post is a consequence of a nostalgic frame of mind, while going through some of my random lines that I wrote in a diary – The days, when we actually knew how to write with a pen.

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Metamorphosis

The ocean tumults to a powerful peak,

Glaciers render down into the sea,
All to egotism without a shadow.
All beneath the time's trial.

Clay won’t be cordial eternally,
Only until it turns stiff.
Sponge won’t soak up forever,
it drips them out afterward.

There is a bound restraining everything,
further than which it alters to nothing.
You don't stay the same,
forever.

I ain’t what I was.
I won’t be what I am.
I am under the unvarying
spell of transformation.

Forever is Never...

Here’s to a new beginnings in the year 2012

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Igniting the Senses

Ever sensed what it feels like being the Sun,

That eventually nurtures

Each cell in this cosmos?

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Ever sensed what it feels like being the Water,

That flows down your throat

On a scorching summer afternoon?

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Ever sensed how it feels like being the God,

Who prints his autograph

In every twirl of his coin?

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Ever sensed how it feels like being a Mother,

Who draws contentment from

Toiling and giving her whole life for

An ordinary life?

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Most of all,

Ever sensed how it feels like being yourself?

Unrepressed,

Unfettered,

Unrestricted,

Unsophisticated,

Undoubted?

What have you felt lately?

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Music of Autumn

Flaming leaves, illuminating the air,

gesticulating wildly in the chilly breeze.

the heart filled with melody ,strumming the music notes of nature,

the mind swaying in scarlet silk, adorning crowns of silver-crystals

the body dances, to the tempos of the autumn raagam

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