The beauty of being in love with life is that it keeps u happy always...
as a human being i know its very dificult to be in one emotional state always...but i think happiness is an exception....
now there may be a question....if something sad happens like losing a loved one or illness or something equally devastating.......... then what?
i think that if u r happy inside and know that nothing really matters ....then you wont be so flabbergasted, shocked with the blows that life offers...
ive been depressed a number of times about failed relationships, Illness,, death...etc...
but i think ive managed to bounce back only because ive not taken LIFE so seriously....
i really dont have a 'must' or a' should' in my dictionary....evrything is grey..no black no white.....
earlier i used to try to explain my philosophy to my friends but now i know that, its not something to be explained but to actually live.....
life is truly beautiful......just dont take it too seriously...
take time to laugh at yourself
be with friends....
make time for yourself
cultivate atleast one activity that u enjoy doing...
maintain relatinships....
dont take people for granted
accept human frailities
i think thats it! :-)
This blog has been witness to my journey, I`ve cried, I`ve laughed, but, mostly I`ve LIVED through this blog.
Saturday, 5 July 2008
Wednesday, 2 July 2008
mirabai!
A poem by Mirabai:
Unbreakable, O Lord, Is the love
That binds me to You
Like a diamond, It breaks the hammer that strikes it.
My heart goes into You
As the polish goes into the gold.
As the lotus lives in its water, I live in You.
Like the bird
That gazes all night
At the passing moon,
I have lost myself dwelling in You.
O my Beloved - Return.
Unbreakable, O Lord, Is the love
That binds me to You
Like a diamond, It breaks the hammer that strikes it.
My heart goes into You
As the polish goes into the gold.
As the lotus lives in its water, I live in You.
Like the bird
That gazes all night
At the passing moon,
I have lost myself dwelling in You.
O my Beloved - Return.
Tuesday, 24 June 2008
dew drop!
There is a beautify story about the life of a great Japanese poet, Issa.
When Issa was only thirty he had already lost his five children; five children had died by the time he was thirty. Then his wife died and he was almost completely mad - in anguish, in suffering.
He went to a Zen Master. The Zen Master asked, "What is the problem
Issa said, "My five children are dead and now my wife is dead. Why is there so much suffering? I can't see the reason for it. What is the explanation? I have not done anything wrong to anybody. I have lived a very poor life, but I was happy. Now suddenly my five children are gone, my wife is also gone - why is there so much suffering, and for no reason?"
The Zen Master said, "Life is just like a dew-drop in the morning. It is the nature of life that death happens. There is no explanation; it is the nature of life. There is no need for any special reason to be given. Life's nature is like a dew-drop; it hangs for a while on a leaf of grass; a small breeze and it is gone; the sun rises and it evaporates. That is the nature of life."
Issa was a man of deep intelligence. He is a poet and he understood it. He came back and he wrote a poem. The poem means: 'Life, a dew-drop? Yes, I understand. Life is a dew-drop. Yet ... and yet ... .'
In that 'Yet ... and yet ...', he is saying something superbly human - the wife is gone, the children are gone and the eyes are full of tears: 'Yet ... and yet ... .'
When Issa was only thirty he had already lost his five children; five children had died by the time he was thirty. Then his wife died and he was almost completely mad - in anguish, in suffering.
He went to a Zen Master. The Zen Master asked, "What is the problem
Issa said, "My five children are dead and now my wife is dead. Why is there so much suffering? I can't see the reason for it. What is the explanation? I have not done anything wrong to anybody. I have lived a very poor life, but I was happy. Now suddenly my five children are gone, my wife is also gone - why is there so much suffering, and for no reason?"
The Zen Master said, "Life is just like a dew-drop in the morning. It is the nature of life that death happens. There is no explanation; it is the nature of life. There is no need for any special reason to be given. Life's nature is like a dew-drop; it hangs for a while on a leaf of grass; a small breeze and it is gone; the sun rises and it evaporates. That is the nature of life."
Issa was a man of deep intelligence. He is a poet and he understood it. He came back and he wrote a poem. The poem means: 'Life, a dew-drop? Yes, I understand. Life is a dew-drop. Yet ... and yet ... .'
In that 'Yet ... and yet ...', he is saying something superbly human - the wife is gone, the children are gone and the eyes are full of tears: 'Yet ... and yet ... .'
Saturday, 21 June 2008
gone for government work!
Three of us were taken to a Godforsaken Government guest house................in the middle of nowhere....
we stayed in one room on the first floor having 4 iron cots and mattress that looked like old rags...( there was one rope hanging in the corner for drying clothes or for commiting suicide i dunno.....but we ignored the rope...we stuffed all our dirty clothes into our bags....we did not dare to wash anything in the dingy bathroom with 50 cockroaches!)
The morning we reached,we dumped our bags there and went to the place where we were supposed to do confidential government work....
we were seated on old rickety chairs with tables that were at least a 50 years old, with shaking legs....
we were asked to finish our work..in exactly 4 days...( it acually takes 15 days to finish the work that was assigned to us)
to which we protested and then agreed......
(we had to ........there was no way we were going to stay in the GUEST HOUSE for more than 4 days...)
In the evening when we reached our room dog -tired......we saw that the bedsheets weren't changed..no room service...so climbed down the stairs ,,brought the person incharge inside our room and showed him the bedsheets and asked him to PLEASE change the sheets....
and u know what he did?
he jerked the sheets off the beds and gave it a nice shake shake shake.......and lo! all the dust...went straight into my nose.....and then i started sneezing........which of course i couldn't control....took an AVIL and went to sleep.....(on the bed with upturned bedsheets throughly shaken!)
the next day............started the race to finish the work assigned.......got up only to go to the loo and eat 2 morsels of food which they so generously provided us.......
on the 4th day.......i submitted my share of the work and ran all the way to the bus stand.....and
boarded the bus home......
I miss home when I am away....................very very much.....!!!!!!!!!!
we stayed in one room on the first floor having 4 iron cots and mattress that looked like old rags...( there was one rope hanging in the corner for drying clothes or for commiting suicide i dunno.....but we ignored the rope...we stuffed all our dirty clothes into our bags....we did not dare to wash anything in the dingy bathroom with 50 cockroaches!)
The morning we reached,we dumped our bags there and went to the place where we were supposed to do confidential government work....
we were seated on old rickety chairs with tables that were at least a 50 years old, with shaking legs....
we were asked to finish our work..in exactly 4 days...( it acually takes 15 days to finish the work that was assigned to us)
to which we protested and then agreed......
(we had to ........there was no way we were going to stay in the GUEST HOUSE for more than 4 days...)
In the evening when we reached our room dog -tired......we saw that the bedsheets weren't changed..no room service...so climbed down the stairs ,,brought the person incharge inside our room and showed him the bedsheets and asked him to PLEASE change the sheets....
and u know what he did?
he jerked the sheets off the beds and gave it a nice shake shake shake.......and lo! all the dust...went straight into my nose.....and then i started sneezing........which of course i couldn't control....took an AVIL and went to sleep.....(on the bed with upturned bedsheets throughly shaken!)
the next day............started the race to finish the work assigned.......got up only to go to the loo and eat 2 morsels of food which they so generously provided us.......
on the 4th day.......i submitted my share of the work and ran all the way to the bus stand.....and
boarded the bus home......
I miss home when I am away....................very very much.....!!!!!!!!!!
Monday, 9 June 2008
Le Annoyables......
1.Interruptions
eg.(a)Ive just made some fresh tea, pumped up the cushions,taken out the book mark from the current book that im reading,have read ten lines and ....the door bell rings......
eg(b) At the end of a working day,have found, a window seat on the empty local train waiting at the station, theres another 10 minutes for the train start...hmmmm took out shoes, propped up my tired feet on the opposite seat and tried to relax......and there comes a bunch of college girls and want to sit on the very spot where ive propped my feet....arghhhhhhhhhhh
2.People who dont understand punch lines and except me to explain PUNCH LINES...
3.People who stretch their mouth and think it resembles a smile......
eg.(a)Ive just made some fresh tea, pumped up the cushions,taken out the book mark from the current book that im reading,have read ten lines and ....the door bell rings......
eg(b) At the end of a working day,have found, a window seat on the empty local train waiting at the station, theres another 10 minutes for the train start...hmmmm took out shoes, propped up my tired feet on the opposite seat and tried to relax......and there comes a bunch of college girls and want to sit on the very spot where ive propped my feet....arghhhhhhhhhhh
2.People who dont understand punch lines and except me to explain PUNCH LINES...
3.People who stretch their mouth and think it resembles a smile......
Sunday, 8 June 2008
what is there to know?
yesterday we had a debate....
some one told me about a new philosophy class in town.....and asked me if i was interested....
i said i didnt need any philosophy class.. and tht i knew what there is to know...
wht is there to know?
life is beautiful....
live life to the fullest.....evry moment, every breath....
love your self....
listen to your inner voice.....
after all,
The best and most beautiful things in the world cannot be seen or even touched. They must be felt within the heart.
Helen Keller
some one told me about a new philosophy class in town.....and asked me if i was interested....
i said i didnt need any philosophy class.. and tht i knew what there is to know...
wht is there to know?
life is beautiful....
live life to the fullest.....evry moment, every breath....
love your self....
listen to your inner voice.....
after all,
The best and most beautiful things in the world cannot be seen or even touched. They must be felt within the heart.
Helen Keller
Saturday, 7 June 2008
angels..........
It is important to know that every single human being, from the moment of birth until the moment when we make the transition and end this physical existence, is in the presence of guides or guardian angels who will wait for us and help us in the transition from life to life after death.”
- Elisabeth Kübler-Ross
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- Elisabeth Kübler-Ross
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