Fame, Name
Leos have a natural affinity towards name and fame...or so they say. Is it possible to tire of the superficiality? Or is it too delicious to give up? Is it too basic a human need to be appreciated and recognized by others - is it too basic to ignore?
She asked me, why did you not post the video of your UNESCO panel in ...book? For a moment I wondered, what for - to hear people saying wow? But it isn't really... Your name is in the ADB book? You are taking part in the ADB policy forum?
Yes to all that - and I can see people think that is great. But why do I not feel so? I just feel lucky to get the chance - the right nationality, the right effort, the right gender at the right place, right time.
Till I feel great about whatever I have really truly accomplished, the names do not really mean anything to me now. Even 7 years back, it was not so - I loved that placard saying "Citibank Excellence Award given to ..." Why is it not now anymore? I have no answer, it is just the way it is. It fails to reach inside me.
Holi
My favourite festival for a very long time. It can only be played dry in a place like Hong Kong where it is still cold at this time of the year...sad, but nothing sad for the kids - they LOVE it.
Divinity
The soft crying sound
Muffled in the pillow
The hurting eye lids
The hurting heart.
The dark quiet night
The menacing silence
The muffled outcry
The hurting throat.
The sleeping baby
Peace, calm, quiet
Then she dreams
She laughs and giggles.
Sweet sounds
in the vicious silence
Innocence amidst violence
Life amidst death.
The divine smiles.
The divine soothes.
Stolen moments
The few minutes
before
everyone wakes up.
Precious, quiet, me only.
The sun warming up the sky
as it peeps out.
The glass of last night
still on the table.
The book fell to the bedside.
Quiet, beautiful quiet.
Calm, beautiful calm.
Beautifully rested mind.
Stealing those few moments
Before life starts bubbling around.
Before I forget to look at the orange sky.
The power within us and the power without.
A homage, a quiet thanks for all that is.
Let the beauty last
From the slow lazy waking up of my eyes
with a lazy smile,
Till those very eyes cannot hold anymore.
Strength
She just sat quietly. She speaks softly. She never shouts and yet...... the strength in her is in her not exerting it; everyone sees it in her, she doesn't show.
Someday, I will be calm and strong like her ? Someday I will see the bigger picture everytime, see things as clearly as she does..... someday I will be able to give up ego and love the way she does, the way she can.
The bliss of doing nothing
After ages, we did nothing.
A Wednesday afternoon doing nothing. Ate our lunch in a relaxed way, with no rush as I cancelled the piano lesson. After lunch we read and slept as there was no dance lesson. We woke up and are doing what each of us feel like with Aarushi playing with ma, me writing, Arunav loving his puzzles (chess). Pamela making a ramen for me, the clink clonk inside the kitchen and Aarushi's shrieks as she wins against didun are the only sounds.
Life is bliss. Doing nothing is good. It rejuvenates the soul.
Pass away
Let the anger pass away
Let all go.
Shame, guilt, joy, pride
Let all go.
Pure and pure
Transparent, my soul
You remain....
All else go.
Let all pass.
Not to seek joy
Not to seek any.
Just peace with all that is.
Om tat sat
Tat Tvam Asi.
