Moments arrive that take you to a world so far and different; that even though everything has changed around you, but It still feels familiar only within you, that you were this once, and that you lived like this once, a long time ago. And this feeling is impossible to share with anyone, rather it leaves one mesmerised for life and more so one’s ability to change.
That, which once looked scary and uncertain is now settled, dealt with and is history; and that you can only be in gratitude towards nature, and the divine for that this happened.
As few of my friends here, who are on this journey with me know that Road to Nara, is a fairly new blog, though my hand is old as much my eyes, even as my years might say otherwise; but this pandemic of course made us go through our lives past; we could rewind and to some extent refresh and relive.
As I went through pages of my old diary yester evening- I came across this Change. A time when I had only recently finished reading Shantaram- and was blown away by the author’s writing, his story and then Siddhartha, one book that changed my eyes, my breath for life, and my thoughts completely that for years I kept recommending and gifting this book to friends on their birthday’s. And it was that time when I had only recently discovered Paulo Coelho and his beautiful and important poem Change.
Sharing an excerpt from an old diary as it is. From a time I was probably some real sense young. I am smiling.
“It’s been so long I moved my hand over my keyboard. Even quiet long since I picked up pen for a purpose. All this while, I missed writing. I then wanted to write when my teenage hero-Saurav Ganguly retired from cricket. As a small boy I looked up to him though from an opposite angle as I am a right-hander. He was marvelous in his stroke play at his prime. His inside out over the cover shots and so were those twenty rows back-out of the ground sixes. He gave me and Samarth(my childhood friend) a reason to argue and so many moments to cherish. Wow!!
I wanted to write about why I could not write for almost the whole year. I wanted to write when I happily left my job with the Traveler to travel. I wanted to pen down each day of my travels, roads I took, rivers that I bathed in and when I saw a jungle for the first in my life. The sounds i heard. Beds I changed and the foods I exchanged. Running downhill at four with an Australian. Rain and sun’s presentation. I wanted to write then, all day and at night too.
By not writing I never meant I didn’t speak with its relatives. I read a lot of books last year and the last one was a masterpiece- To me it was Linbaba and not shantaram, I imagine Mr. Roberts must have liked the sound of calling himself shantaram than Linbaba. But no…no I don’t think it was my last; I think I read Siddhartha after that. O, one book I loved learning from. Each day, few pages and I felt at peace. So open, so free and so simple the book was. By Hermann Hesse. I remember recently a friend who is studying German telling me that I never told her that Hesse was German. I nodded with a smile. She smiled back but couldn’t understand why! Within I said, as if I had known.
Udit, my friend had been in midst of writing and blog searching for past few months and last day he shared a blog with me; it was Paulo coelho’s blog. I am still to read such a popular writer and thus I was a bit skeptical about laying my eyes over his writings.
I read a day of his diary where he writes about his relationship, which has lasted for 29 years and is still on. He writes of a time when after they made love that day, he felt that it wouldn’t go on for more than two years. I somehow like him now and I want my eyes to sleep with his writings. I scrolled down and went through a beautiful ‘Change’. And then I thought why not share this ‘change’ with you. Let’s change it by writing it.”
Thanks Paulo,
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By Paulo Coelho
CHANGE
But start slowly, because direction is more important than speed.
Sit in another chair, on the other side of the table.
Later on, change tables.
When you go out, try to walk on the other side of the street. Then change your route, walk calmly down other streets, observing closely the places you pass by.
Take other buses. Change your wardrobe for a while; give away your old shoes and try to walk barefoot for a few days – even if only at home.
Take off a whole afternoon to stroll about freely, listening to the birds or the noise of the cars.
Open and shut the drawers and doors with your left hand.
Sleep on the other side of the bed. Then try sleeping in other beds.
Watch other TV programs, read other books, live other romances – even of only in your imagination.
Sleep until later. Go to bed earlier.
Learn a new word a day.
Eat a little less, eat a little more, eat differently; choose new seasonings, new colors, things you have never dared to experiment.
Lunch in other places, go to other restaurants, order another kind of drink and buy bread at another bakery.
Lunch earlier, have dinner later, or vice-versa.
Try something new every day: a new side, a new method, a new flavor, a new way, a new pleasure, a new position.
Pick another market, another make of soap, another toothpaste.
Take a bath at different times of the day.
Use pens with different colors.
Go and visit other places.
Love more and more and in different ways. Even when you think that the other will be frightened, suggest what you have always dreamed about doing when you make love.
Change your bag, your wallet, your suitcases, buy new glasses, write other poems.
Open an account in another bank, go to other cinemas, other hairdressers, other theaters, visit new museums.
Change.
And think seriously of finding another job, another activity, work that is more like what you expect from life, more dignified, more human.
If you cannot find reasons to be free, invent them: be creative.
And grab the chance to take a long, enjoyable trip – preferably without any destination.
Try new things. Change again. Make another change. Experiment something else.
You will certainly know better things and worse things than those you already know, but that does not matter. What matters most is change, movement, dynamism, energy.
Only what is dead does not change – and you are alive.
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NARA – 29.11.09
Image from my long term photographic Novel ‘KA : A study of Culture and Conflict along the border with Pakistan and China in Kashmir.”
Published on 24/08/2020
Encouraging, motivating and inspiring post. Thank you for sharing.
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Thanks Kritika. This post more so for the poem ‘change’, not just challenges but directs to a more fulfilling and a reason for many happy experiences altogether in life.
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Welcome always :).
That is amazing. Thank you for sharing 🙂
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Pleasure Kritika. I notice the change of your profile image now 🙂 beautiful day to you. Nara.
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Have a beautiful day yourself 🙂
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Wonderfully inspiring… gratitude
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Likewise Gundappa ji. Thanks for coming over and having your words.
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Really well written – so inspiring. Love the poem by Paulo Coelho – I haven’t read his work in really long.
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Same, I hadn’t read him in years. And this too when some old diaries were turned he appeared. Like wise Happiest Panda 🙂
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That was quite deep and inspirational! 😄❤
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Thanks Muserista. Gratitude.
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Everything is meant to be changed.
“Only change is constant”
😊Very nice post👌💐
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Yes Aushi, not only change but transform and tranformation being the revealing truth of life. Thanks Aushi.
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Great post.my students are currently exploring the theme change in poetry 🤗
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Thanks, happy to have a teacher here 🙂 i think for students, Paulo Coelho will be amazing find and if the theme is change then, this poem of his in this post is the most sorted advice that an old man can give to children and adults.
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😄oh yes and I think because of the usual changes they go through Corona and its changes also adds up😬
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Every little thing is only adding 🙂
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Thank you🤗have a great day.
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Every day till we breathe, dear Challenger. Thanks.
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Wonderful Post. I am yet to read Shatharam, though I have a copy. Paulo Coelho’s writing changed my life and still changing…Apart from The Alchemist, I read Brida and Zahir during this pandemic. Now reading ‘ The Pilgrimage’..
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Shalet, hope i get your first name right. Thank you so much, more so coming over. You would not believe any person but let me tell you shantaram will a world when you will start reading it, there might not remain your real world with you 🙂 haha, probably not exaggerating, even though it must be a decade i read it. Paulo is like godfather, sitting, and telling his readers the way home.
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I am going to take the book right away and read…Thank You Narayan…
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I was trying to come over and see your writings but somehow i could not. Page isn’t opening only. See or you can send me a link.
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Oh…I am happy to send my link…I have sent it to your gmail….Thanks a lot for stopping by…
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You have a beautiful Blog Shalet. Not at all. Pleasure is all mine. 🙂
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Thank You…
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I’m a fan of Paulo Coelho, and enjoyed reading his poem, “Change,” for the first time. His final verse struck home: “Only what is dead does not change – and you are alive.” Thanks for sharing.
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Hi Rosa, really you didn’t know about ‘Change’, his poem. Then very happy to be st service to you 🙂 Yes. This poem was a revelation to me because i have kind of lived like him. Reading this kind of assured me i am not the only person people look strangely at 🙂
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Narayan, Change is a familiar theme for me. I like routine in my life, but I also like to break out of it frequently. I enjoyed the Paulo Cuelo poem. Thank you for a thought-provoking post. All the best! Cheryl
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Hi Cheryl. Yes and you know as i read your comment here it just struck me that too much change as Mr. Coelho might suggest is not good rather, it is disciple and that routine is which will sort the life for you. And of course break out of it frequently, who stops 🙂 lovely to have your smile.
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Very inspiring post, thank you for sharing the wisdom, we all need to hear and practice.
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Hi Cornelia, thank you. Yes. How ever much we read and and hear, more we need to practise it in life. My pleasure Cornelia. Thanks.
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Thank you for your beautifully written words that brighten my day.
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Kally, pleasure is mine. Anyways we need each day something to brighten our days. Lovely to have you come here.
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I love Siddartha. I find myself thinking about the story often. And I’m about halfway through Shantaram (currently sidetracked by school). And “Change.” Lovely! Life is a continuous progression.
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You do ! And also reading Shantaram, wow !! Welcome, so happy to have you here dear Crystal, name itself is close to what Siddhartha was looking for 🙂 !!
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Oops. My books app says I’m 34% finished with Shantaram. Linbaba lives in the slum and is breakfasting with Qasim Ali Hussein. It’s long, but you motivated me to keep at it.
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1000 pages i guess, the best thing at that time when i was reading, and in my reading career, it was Shantaram that made me experience zero, or the cycle of work i.e where this book started, with events and an unimaginably fluid narration of geography and intimacy the book comes back to where it started; and well that could be my way of interpreting it dear Crystal. You must finish it. It will only grow you.
Love. Nara.
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great
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Thanks
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I’m so inspired by your posts. Your words “Moments arrive that take you to a world so far and different; that even though everything has changed around you, but It still feels familiar only within you, that you were this once, and that you lived like this once, a long time ago. And this feeling is impossible to share with anyone, rather it leaves one mesmerised for life and more so one’s ability to change.” resonate. And, oh that poem on change 🙂
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Pleasure. Thanks.
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It is to comlex subject to write here. I will explain later when you come back, and privately.
Joanna
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It is. And i will be waiting to hear all thoughts that came to you.
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beautiful post. I love Cuehlo ❤
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Hey, love him yes. Lovely you came over Emmy.
Nara
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Good morning, Narayan, when are you coming back?
Joanna
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Morning Joanna,
i will most probably be coming back on Sunday.
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Paulo Coelho is one of my favorites. I’d never heard that poem. Thanks for sharing it.
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Dearest K, Lovely to have you. Very happy to introduce such an important uplifting poem, such wisdom when he must have written it in 90s.
My pleasure dear K. Thanks.
Nara
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Awesome 👏
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Hey, thanks Ashok.
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My pleasure Narayan 😊
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Yes! Trying new things is SUCH a vital part of being truly alive!
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Although I find Paulo Coelho an engaging writer and will include his works in my Literary series of great books, I find your essay, writing as a professional reviewer, Narayan, more interesting. And here is why: your thoughts are so arresting in their originality, sometimes to the point of taking our breath away. You write as if you were thinking aloud, without the slightest self -consciousness, the thought-sentences logical in their conclusion. There is something in the way you are drawing readers’ attention that is other-worldly, mesmerising, and addictive.
My advice would be, write a book, Narayan, it would be a bestseller.
Joanna
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My dearest you are becoming that one person-, that last important one who after diamond is robbed out of earth, without no labour knowing of it yet, it you pick them. Your confirmation makes it. I am not saying about me being the diamond, i dont even know nothing, shoonya i am as of now- but because i can feel, and i have read such stories of the people who lived as stories by the one who enlivens them every possible day, so many, weeks after weeks- i feel i know that you know.
I melt in my affection, care and all the gratitude i must amass for you, not in abundance, no but kept for life. I will write. I will write so that you read, and will read the world.
Thank you. No words ever gave me such hope, never.
Yours.
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Interesting. I am always changing and I am always working on my habits. True..that which is dead is what cant change.
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Ambica, thank you for your words here, i had written it back in the days to inspire, motivate when i was struggling with a habit.
But thank you. And allow me to share something which is where I reached this week on the ongoing journey, to Kashmir. You may like it, as I go deep in the culture of Dal. Sharing it here.
https://road-to-nara.com/2021/08/06/remember-me-with-a-lotus-memoirs-of-heaven-and-birds-in-kashmir-iv/
Thank you again.
Nara x
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