All posts tagged: Daily awakening

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 …

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.

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At last the drive came to a halt. But much before it ended, the end was visible. You came to my home without knocking. Either you must be my son, or you should be a thief. My wife is no more on my tongue. She lives with me but I no longer like her body’s smell. Her face no longer makes me smile. And I love it.

Life at School

Anyone who in coming weeks, months or years comes across this post, must know that we are always on a look out for someone who is happy and wants to share a bit of his/her joy with children and women. Ones who are carrying colors, words, artists, illustrators, designers, Photographers and filmmakers, theatre artists and the ones in academia are wholeheartedly welcome. They must come and teach to learn, share with the ones who altogether are the ones making a fabric of our society.  

Dhuni

So it is Logar who starts beating the drum every night. But for sometime. May be he does it for mangla. Or may be to heat himself up. It is cold. There is wind. Neem tree under which we sleep made noise all night. The morning arrived before us even for me. It is never too hard to bathe with cold water, I have examined it several times like past two days. Next nine days and may be one more some magic is planned. When sun arrived we went in the field and started filling mud. We first put it in a copper plate and placed over it a snake near quartz and twelve other stones in the direction of the water. Maharaj went to the temple on the mountain. I and the guy whose dream is to mine a mountain started putting the clay like the nine planets roam. Even though energy is needed to pour in them vital breath but we shall see tomorrow when maharaj will wake up. Later we went around …

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.