All posts tagged: Circus of Life

Meditation, not Medication.

Voice of the self

The skin is darker inside. I have been stretching every morning now. It stays at that. When five blue pills arrived the water came out of the old cooler. Cows were inappropriately fed. But I was thinking of my new shoe who had holed my ankle. The long walk is coming. For it I had to buy phone. The sun of delhi pierced the enthusiasm of a young man. But by the evening like you, the one reading this I started to find again the voice of the self.

Arrival of Maharaj

Threads of cotton. Some new event had to happen. A long day in motion. Paris. Not patparganj but Indirapuram came. Maharaj wore mehroon clothes and did not open his eyes till the time food arrived. But by the time food came he had started singing bhajans. It was an auspicious day. Mothers were waiting. They will only feed themselves in the night. After looking at the stars. Rain came. And I left home for many coming days.

Here we go again

We all say that to ourselves. The question is: when do you say it? Do you say it when you are being rejected, failing, stuck, panicked, overwhelmed or alone? Or do you say it when you’re engaged, winning, changing things and are in the groove? Because the more you rehearse this feeling; this saying, the more it’s going to happen. We get what we expect. And we expect what we get. The easiest way to change this cycle is to alter the scale we play in. If you keep failing at the big stuff, it’s worth honing the habit of succeeding at the small stuff first. And if you’re finding yourself in a rut, a cycle of failure, walk away from that series of projects and find a new field to plant your seeds in.

Play a sport

Many a times when body starts feeling the temperature, it starts affecting every other small action, as simple as interaction. But there is one thing that has worked for me since my teenage years, when every time I felt tired or exhausted. Body felt like breaking up, lethargy, uneasiness or just plainly feeling low. I called up a friend and played a sport. Probably sweating it out, screaming, shouting and expressing every other emotion that comes with it. I learnt playing Table tennis only a few years ago and since then it has only added dimensions the way my body reacts while moving, watching the spin of the ball, or the moment when you know it has to be smashed. It has always been an exciting mix of playing serves with different arms of various nationalities and minds. It has made conversations start and built observations. It is as good as chess and as fast as instinct. I lost four games out of seven today but by the time it ended, my body ache was …