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Meditation, not Medication.

Seeing Clearly in 2020

I’ll only use that 2020 riff once. But it was on-point enough to have been worth waiting for. For most of us, 2020 is going to be a turning point. Because it’s another chance to live tomorrow over again. A chance to reset, to decide what’s important and what’s worth working for. Not a New Year’s resolution, because all those resolves; and I ll tell you that all of them have already been attained. Yet there is something akin to stepping up, has to be done as there ought to be a result this year cause it was never this how it happened. So To earn it and pen it before you all and before the clock strikes 12, again. Here are they. 1. To be flexible to twist as much and yet be the strongest : I can be called as an embodiment of a chewing gum. The Capital is all it’s going to take from here. It is lovely to learn about not breaking down but moving however so slowly that you could …

The day of Zero, point one.

Lets start it : The Capital First two days have gone in structuring the script and finishing two, at least one anthology amongst them; a mahabharata in its own way; Ardor by Roberto Calasso and the other one by a Jewish writer. I have written to my friend Meera; as i am discovering i may need somebody who can at least take some weight, may be emotional off me to see it through once i pass off the first draft. Also i trust her with speed and language. if she can help in structuring the Script with me even its not just a long way but lacs of words away from where we are; yet for the first time in last one year that i am the strongest in feeling this script and this time, that it is the time to go. And now when its less than 35 days to go. I would like to start shooting it by 10th November. Day 3 I at last finished reading Sapiens going after it whole day …

The day of the U-Turn

I offered Cynthia Tea, when she said “I am sorry, I am still not Indian’ and asked me to come up and look at the lines on her table. The table had a beautiful map. And this map sounded fulfilling. It had the river Indus, a path that will leave the road behind and lead to a narrow canyon. I must take that. And walk for an hour or two to the village of TAR where Cynthia’s best friend lives, in a cave like kitchen, where Ibex’s and snow leopards come sometimes to say hello. I left. In between late and very late. Almost not sure. Not excited. On my Himalayan but something felt missing the whole day. More motivation ! No. What had I thought and where am I leading myself to. The path seamed contrasting in my head. And Just before getting close to half the way to Chilling, I u-turned from the gorgeous bridge over Zanskar and rode back like I wasn’t riding. Faster, anxious as one gets after getting a temporary …

RICE was it ?

The night was strange. It was a mix of sleeping deep and aware of some thing wrong. Two weeks were over in Leh and as I had planned I got a bike for myself from Angchuk. I wanted to have a classic 350 but after the new UT status, government has ordered the bike union to commercialise all the bikes or they ll be seized. I got a Himalayan with me. While coming down to the narrow path of lama ji lane, something must have happened, the tandem that joins the knee started giving me a limp. As I lied in bed in the night the pain was such non sense that I couldn’t really understand. Throughout night as I moved from one position to other, I could feel the weight of my leg. In the morning when other artists had left I got up annoyed and in haste positioned myself in Padmasana. The whole nerve from my face to toe went so white that I could not see a thing with my eyes open …

Amarnath in the times of article 370

Even after thinking about doing something daily, one ends up doing it, achieving it, finishing it only in the head. In the head is good, as it creates enough compound interest in head but it is not good enough. I have had ups and downs, and have been away from home for some time. I was in Kashmir when article 370 was taken off. I was one of the last person to have trekked the majestic Amarnath ji this year. Without any plan or any inclination to have wanted to do it but surrendering to flow of life is such it takes you along on the paths, and you would enjoy. I fell in love with the harmony of the few people who walked along, some saints barefoot, and two without a leg who finished approximately sixty kilometres in as many days as I did. Food, sweets, tea, love and the name of shiva. But the feeling was erratic even then. Tents, people were leaving a month before. And many had already left. The way …