To live without hope is to not live at all. It is like being in a permanent winter, dullness and greyness abound. However even the coldest winter ends. Remembering a line of Shelly, “when winter is here can spring be far behind..?” That’s how our Creator designed the world. Every winter leads to a beautiful spring. And that spring promises a beautiful summer ahead. And as one walks through spring, looking at the shoots shooting out of the earth, the beautiful blooms blooming, they all fill the heart with hope. Their colour a refreshing hue chasing away the blues of gloom and making the heart roused up again with excitement, hope and positivity. That little bud of colour energises the soul to feel alive again after the spell of dreariness, making it one of those wonderful moments when the vibrations of our heart and our neurological wonder work in unison.

In our quest called life, we often burn the candle at both ends to light what we presume is our endless winter. And in that light we fail to see what the shadows hide. Probably, because of the inherent fear of the unknown and whatever is out of sight is out of mind.  The muted glow of the candle veils our view of this marvellous creation called nature. With every sunrise and sunset, a new day flows in, bringing with it, a change from yesterday. And each change of season heralds new perspectives on our myopia of life. If we only change the view from our lenses, a whole new avenue opens up for dealing with our everyday uneasiness. A calm mind takes better decisions. And that’s what nature wants to do, placate our ruffled neurons, arouse that hope, that life is to be lived.

Look around at the first blooms of the spring season. They are mostly a fantastic shade of yellow. It’s like our creator knew we needed the cheering up…so daffodils, crocuses abound with their cheery yellows amongst other happy hues. Continuing the cheery brigade the cherry blossoms begin blooming their elegant pinks, looking like little pieces of amethysts glistening in the showers. When all these meet the eye, it’s like sheer bliss, a little piece of heavenly peace, and the soul is stirred with contentment. And that fuels the hope that life is better than yesterday.

But we’ve forgotten this natural therapy that Our creator endowed our realm of existence with. Our winding down instead is with inorganic contraptions, which eventually trap us in their web of never-ending fixes to our problems. A saying I came across and indeed is profound,… “It is so simple to be happy, but it is so difficult to be simple…”.

We have complicated our lives with the evolution of the human race, and forgotten if Our Creator, created us, then is also well aware of the possible complications that may arise timely and thus equipped us with means to ease as well. It’s all about opening our minds and eyes to understand that and see that.

The rains bring the rainbow and eventually give way to the warm sun shining down positivity. That is hope, the clouds depart, the sorrows end, but once hope departs, that is the end. Pause, reflect, unwind, nature is oozing with positivity. A snowy shower in spring doesn’t stop the blooms business of blooming away. Icy cold winds don’t deter the deciduous leaves from making a comeback. When nature doesn’t give up…why do we give up hope?


The new Idiot on the block

Drum roll? forget it.
Ladies and gentleman,  I would like you to welcome the new idiot on the block,  The Educated City Slicker.
It’s ascent to this position has been phenomenal and unprecedented. Years ago we had our ancestors fighting for education for all, then we had those fighting for female education and then we had make everyone atleast literate.
The last of the lot of these has been the one bringing in changes manifold but losing it’s basic purpose.  Literacy has most certainly been achieved but there has been a degradation of the wisdom of the educated.
We have created a generation of people who can ofcourse read and write and even add but cannot think, reason intelligently. We have today, courtesy the internet wise cracks who believe they understand world problems and issues from their myopic expensive laptops. And these wise cracks pass judgment and ideas without having even looking at the shoes forget walking in them for even a few seconds.
The internet sure has bridged distances, however it has increased the actual, real, physical contact with people, situation and things.
Formerly the village idiot was notorious for not thinking things through or being able to read between lines. Today, the position has been taken over by the city slickers who get fancy degrees but are no better equipped in their mental faculty than the Village Idiot. Infact there can be occasions when the former turn out smarter than the latter.
It could be attributable to the fact that the Village Idiots perception is uncorrupted by the prejudices of modern times.
To the few who still have their reasoning uncorrupted it sure gets frustrating at times to watch the buffoonery of these smart Alec city slickers.
It makes one wonder where really are we headed with this’ majority’ of smart Alecs!

Clandestine Amour

I do. I sure do, in sickness and health, in good times and in bad, in success or failure and in joy as well as in sorrow. However all of this is subject to a teeny tiny asterisk, marking the terms and conditions that come in package with it.

Je t’aime…Life! My amour.

However, I can’t escape this nagging feeling that I don’t get to love you as much as I would. It seems living with you and loving you a task “burdened” with multiple roles and wanting. Each making our romance one filled with such ordeals that I may be coerced into thinking, do we really love each other as passionately as we think we do.

“Love and doubt have never been on speaking terms”. ~Khalil Gibran

I am sure he didn’t live in our situation or I don’t understand what our love is all about. I guess I should begin from the beginning to understand how I fell in love with you and how I seem to be in the state that I…well, seem to be in.

It was a coy start. I remained cocooned till I collected myself and was ready to put my best head…eh foot forward. You were there at the end of the beginning, beckoning me to come. You lured me out. There I was a bundle of unspeakable happiness in my parents’ hands having my first real good look at you. The joy that you brought with your enticing made me fall in love at first sight. I will never forget how you looked at me, reassuring me that this was the better end. You made me the reason of elation, of celebration of satisfaction and mercy. If you could make me do this, I knew you were someone I wouldn’t ever want to let go.

Little by little, day by day, you only brought me in acquaintance with awe and wonder, with adventure and risk, with love and bonding and with spirituality and consciousness.

Every day from then just followed with uninhibited meetings and brushes with you. Little did we know that this was the foundation of a love so strong that come what may nothing could uproot. But then again one can never be sure.

I got rushes every time that I was hand in hand with you. You took me along the fun and the games and the learning and growing. Candidly, we breezed along, till there came a point when I became “mature”. When I realized that my free will was only leading me to causing displeasure and discomfort. My spontaneity was only adding to fixes from which I couldn’t squeeze out of without alterations to me. You seem to have started playing hide-and-seek. And this led to our first lover’s tiff. With all that I was getting into, lifestyle changes, attitude changes and expression changes, you also decided to be the icing on my cake. I couldn’t understand you anymore. From enticing me to free will you were now asking me to succumb to people, places and systems. There were now two of me functioning. The one which you were leading to nirvana, and the one that you were leading into shackles. Little by little, day by day you only strengthened the shackles. Chaining me to the decorum of the society and system that I was living in. I was now a slave of the system. Going in day in day out with the monotony like that of a housefly. Insignificant and very very dull…

Anger and frustration built up. I did not know what to and how to deal with this sudden deluge of conformity. It was suddenly goodbye to all things that were dear to me. And above all it was suddenly a separation from you. I was at the mercy of my emotions. I was succumbing to the sin of anger. I hated everything. And this only led to indulgence of things I would be later ashamed of and I was. With you not the same that you were, I was suddenly this river which had lost its way in the desert. Rapidly drying up, desperately hunting for a reservoir of safety. I presumed you didn’t love me anymore. All our times together were merely things to do to get by. And this is when I found something which led me back. It was my anchor which weighed me down from drifting into the sea of endless despair and doom.

I met God. I was suddenly in a different plane. It was like opium rush through me. It was an inexplicable elevation. Breaking away from all that was there and I realized that I can’t give up like this. It brought me to embrace our love again. I began to understand our amour. It was not about companionship. You were trying to lead me on, I just wasn’t ready to follow you along like I used to.

“It is wrong to think that love comes from long companionship and persevering courtship. Love is the offspring of spiritual affinity and unless that affinity is created in a moment, it will not be created for years or even generations.” ~Khalil Gibran

Mind, body and soul I connected with you. Just when I was ready to renounce this world and you is when God salvaged my adrift soul. I was now able to see a different perspective. Our love was now truly cemented. Changes which I was hesitant to accept now made sense. I was apprehensive on making a choice, taking up a stance. I felt I had lost all power over myself. And that’s when I realized;

“Any change, any loss, does not make us victims. Others can shake you, surprise you, disappoint you, but they can’t prevent you from acting, from taking the situation you’re presented with and moving on. No matter where you are in life, no matter what your situation, you can always do something. You always have a choice and the choice can be power.” ~ Blaine Lee

I made the choice. I took myself back in control. And I am trying to keep the power in my hands. Its new, its raw and needs a lot of getting used to, but then again wasn’t it like this before too? Except perhaps I didn’t so consciously have to make those decisions. And now that I’m doing, I still have my doubts but I am now standing with renewed vigour and outlook. I want different things now. I wasn’t ready for that deluge of challenges that the world rained down on me. Now I stand with a new definition of success, love and dreams.

The road down spiritual awakening is alone and tough which is what puts doubts. However now that I look back I wouldn’t want to change a thing. That’s primarily because I wouldn’t have learnt the lessons I did. I wouldn’t have been so sure of our love as I am now. My doubts about our future are gradually fading into the black of our past. I wouldn’t like to sound too excited lest I cast an evil eye on our love, but I can assure you that I am definitely going to be around. I want to leave with having achieved a purpose and you alone are going to be the sole catalyst in my reactions to the world.

I would like to reach the pinnacles of success, but not in the way the masses perceive, the following sums it up beautifully;

“To laugh often and much; to win the respect of intelligent people and the affection of children; to earn the appreciation of honest critics and endure the betrayal of false friends; to appreciate beauty; to find the best in others; to leave the world a bit better, whether by a healthy child, a garden patch or a redeemed social condition; to know even one life has breathed easier because you have lived. This is to have succeeded.” ~Ralph Waldo Emerson

And that is when I will stop living but not loving you. Our clandestine love shall never be known but will always keep my flame in this world burning bright.