Life is beautiful – again

Is he a superman?

How did he do this?

How could he… do this?

Does anyone think he had it in him?

This level of endurance,

Capacity to tolerate the unending tortures

Self-inflicted or even self-consumed

A lone man

Encircled by layers and layers of

Unbroken chains of moments,

Days, nights, weeks, months

Year after year, after year, after…

Surrounded by never ending                                    

Powerful suffocating situations,


The lone man felt insignificant

Like a scrawny Jew

Begging for his life in front of Nazi guns

Like a blade of grass being tossed around

… But, he had no idea

He had the tolerance of a superman!

Looking back

Even a single moment of his lonely life

And times gone by

Years of sinful separation

Unbearable heaviness of carrying an unfair heart

Inside his chest

Each such moment

Had power to blow away his breath

Or stub his life out

With a careless stamp of a giant’s shoe

He looks up in awe,

What is this magic about?

Who did this?

Where have those impossible

Snarling snaring days gone?

How did his life turn around?

Without Harry’s magic wand

Now… that life has turned around

Will it matter how it happened

Who did this?

And what was the reason for it to happen

But for him…

Life was beautiful again

So beautiful, that it had never been…

That beautiful

He does not remember feeling so happy

Light hearted, carefree, unconcerned… ever

He claims this is the best phase of his life

He is not even bothered if this will last or…

How long will be the life of this new life

He is not concerned because

He feels for the first time ever

He is in control

He knows he is going to make it work

This time there are no alternates

No excuses, no pressures

No one can deprive him of this bliss.

Now or ever

Mad, you are

He thought she looked beautiful

Wherever she was,

Whatever she was doing

In kitchen

Bent over a dish

Stirring the potatoes

In living room having tea

May be watching TV

Looking at him

Looking away

She was never ‘not’ busy

And to him

She always looked beautiful when busy

Being busy meant she was engrossed in something

Immersed in it

She was her natural self

With whatever…

Not bothered about how she looked

That made her look even better…

I told her just what he felt

She said flatly, ‘you are mad’

And continued…

Chopping ginger, filling water

Turning the vegetables in the pan

Her eyes getting watery

Due to spices and steam

Making her eyes glisten and gleam

I just told her exactly what I saw

And felt

About her eyes…

Mad you are

She was sitting in the chair

Reading news paper

She clicked photo of daily forecast

And sent it to him quickly

He replied “wow that’s so lucky

I am feeling just the same

As though it was written for my own name”

Confirm Mad

How long will it take the rice to get done?


Had something to say that’s why

Don’t disturb me, it will take 5 minutes

Not disturbing

Can I hold you for these 5 minutes?

Since 5 Minutes rice will take

Let me hold you and wait

You can never change

… Mad

Sea, it’s easy for you

Gautam was up at 5.30 and in a relaxed hurry he got ready. He changed into his walking attire, wore his sports shoes, a watch and a belt pouch with his specks, phone and house keys. He stepped out sharp at 6 am. It was quite bright. Slowly he moved as per his plan to walk along sea side road to Yari road and then turn around to return. Last time he remembered it took him 50 min. He thinks that’s a fair amount to cover in a day.

He normally does road walks early mornings. Because the traffic is scant. So roads are comparatively less dangerous. It is also less noisy. As he reached near the first turn to the sea on Versova beach, he decided to take a look if there was space to walk on the sand. If the tide is high then one cannot walk there. But the tide was receding. So a large stretch of sand though very wet; was available. He decided it was a better bet to walk here than road.

He tested the sand. The beach was tilted badly. So his feet were very unbalanced, left up and right way down. But he found it better as he moved towards the water line.

Gautam picked up pace after examining the beach till the end. It seemed about 750 meters. One round trip makes it 1.5 km. There were very few people. One young guy sitting cross legged was chanting Aum in various pitches. Other sounds that he heard were of sea gulls, crows and waves.

Waves! He remembered his last meeting with the sea about a month back. He had a conversation with it. Gautam basically does not need anything for himself, as he is totally self-content… And that’s the kind of general perception. Everyone knows that. But he had another responsibility on him and he was not sure if he can handle it by himself.

He started his talk to the sea; “last time I told you that I have met someone very important. She is from the ancient times, when the world was very different…”

He heard a roar of waves.

“Yes, now I have taken this as my life’s sole purpose that…”

Big roar again.

See now I have told you in so many words… You are so strong… You cover and control most of the earth… You can easily help us… I am also in conversation with trees and wind.

Large wave splashed on the beach.

Okay okay. So I take it as we have a deal. I don’t want to see her upset ever again… That I know, but Gautam is just another name for someone who roamed around here. He listened to the waves of your teachings intently and tried his best to figure out what each of those waves meant.

Who me? No, I will be okay. I really wouldn’t consider myself to be one of the greatest souls you met in your life time. So you don’t have to keep any thing for me. This pretty shell will do.

MV PAVIT is the second ship to get stuck at Mumbai’s popular Juhu beach. A large ship bang on the beach makes a very weird sight. It attracts many eye-balls. But it can be a tremendous security hazard too. A large ship moves aimlessly in India waters, without being noticed by coast guard or Indian Navy and lands directly in the financial capital of the country! There is something seriously wrong. Previous ship MV Wisdom was aground vertical to the beach. So its propeller and rudders were in water which helped tugs to pull it away. But PAVIT is parallel to the beach and its propeller and rudders are stuck deep in sand! This one is not going anywhere for a long long time… on August 14 another salvage operation was started and successfully ended on 15 August. The ship was floated away into the high seas and sailed off to Alang port in Gujarat.

Now you see God…

“God!” Might be the most used exclamation! But strangely enough it is used rather casually or even indifferently. We are not even thinking about god, when we say, “god, how did this happen?” But surely what went wrong is always of more significance than the word, god itself.

I wonder if this phenomenon needs an analysis. May be it doesn’t. But ‘may be’ it can be mulled over… or maybe not. But let me do it. I have a different take on this.

When someone talks about God, I would imagine she/he is talking about ‘the’ most powerful one, someone who is believed to have created this world, entire universe, runs everyone’s life, etc.

Every religion has few smaller entities like Ganesh ji, Hanuman ji… These entities have faces and they can be identified by looking at their paintings or their idols.

But the biggest power, ‘the’ God, stays unseen across all faiths. She/he has no face, no identity or presence. No one can figure out at which point or moment where that God might be. Everyone says She/he is omni-present, She/he can see everything, knows everything, is running this world from top…

But no one gives any thought to so many gods, who are present right in front of our eyes, in our day to day life! They are all the time helping us. Infusing life in us and we are able to function because of those small little gods all around.

Guys, isn’t the air that we breathe is being given to us by some god! Could any insignificant identity provide us with such a vital form of life support? I guess only a god can have that kind of power. And she/he does it without any selfish motive. She/he doesn’t want anything in return. Just take the air, breath in, stay alive and move on. I am sure many have guessed the name. It’s a tree. Thousands of them are lined up on the roadsides, in forests, in barren land… What are they doing there? They are collecting the stale air that we breathe out and converting it back into breathable air for all of us. Why do we need to worship any other god in front of a healthy green tree?

I wouldn’t talk about what kind of respect people give to these tree gods. It is shameful. If this is how people treat a living real god, then they should not call themselves ‘god fearing’. I think gods must be afraid of them.

Actually my opinion about god is even more widely elaborate. It includes so many things, people and animals. We should include everyone and everything as some kind of minor gods. If anything or anyone does even an iota of good to the other selflessly, then that person has experienced god. Someone guided me in long distance running. He is god enough for me. When I see him jogging I see god. When a tree sheds hundreds of tiny leafs, just as I pass below it. I thank it for acknowledging my presence. As a habit, I never pluck flowers from a tree. I always pick up them from ground, because those the ones god has dropped for me.

Sometime gods get created for a short period, like a flash and then they go away. Another time, we can see them just for a moment in an activity, in the movement of a wave, in expert flight of an eagle, in unending breath of a flautist, expert play of sitar or santoor… there so many gods all around. We just need to be alert in discovering beauty and intelligence in whatever we see. Everything in our vision is a cosmic dance and we are a part of it. If anytime we have managed to spread a smile someone’s face, if we made a child happy, if we petted a dog, helped a struggling butterfly, a limping bird… I would say that we were gods in those moments. We all are gods. Real ones! And now you can stop looking for that God, which you know only too well – you will never find.

A temple in Singapore

Finding inner peace

I can see a street from my window

Actually a small part of it

Though the street mainly consists of potholes

Yet it attracts many

Cars, tempos, scooters, autos

As their loud horns blare

Further raising the decibels all over

Restlessness seems to have taken over

People trying to cross the street

Between many a brake screech

Scared old men women children

And the dogs scampering frightened

With their tails between their legs

Everyone seems so high strung

Someone wants to go across that way

Others are waiting to walk this way

Many have phones pressed to their ear

So they can listen to what they want to hear

This tiny part of a street has so much energy!

I was scared to add up the entire city…

My heart now was getting heavy

I left the window and shut it

Noises did reduce substantially

But my heart remained heavy

I thought about the sea

I love sounds of the sea

Waves make same sound

Their action very persistent

Each wave hits the shore

And spreads around all over

Then follows another

Another, yet another

Energy of the waves seems to be endless

Where in the sea must be their source?

Let me tell you a secret

Sea waves give me a therapy

With their sounds and energy

Soon my eye lids turned heavy

And I began to feel sleepy

As my mind sank further

I began surveying the world deeper

Noise of waves had considerably reduced

As though even this window had closed

The world below was different

In fact, very different

I swam even lower

Then even more

A bit more

Until there was no sound

Except smoothness and calm

A shell was crawling on the sandy surface

The fish seem to have lost their pace

It felt like a heavenly place

No one chased another to eat

No one seemed to want nothing

No one had to convey anything No one wanted to know anything…

As we dive in our thoughts, we find peace.

‘Waiting’, the art of procrastination

It has been quite long that

I did something,

Something worthwhile

To talk about

If not to brag… about

Something useful to me

Or anyone

To write a new exciting blog post

To come up with a unique new painting

To read a serious science article

Or a spiritual one or one on health or finance

I am not interested in new friends

At least not from around here

May be in another city or perhaps from a village

People who are not like me

These guys are all like dated boring flop movies

All scratchy, dramatic and staccato

They are far from exciting, in tune

Bright or witty

After meeting with such a friend is over

I do not feel richer…

With a new idea, a new word or thought

I am not interested in friends,

Who are helpful or kind or plain amazing people

Concept of a helpful friend is boring

People who make friends because

One can depend on them in need

Is a very selfish idea

I want friends who are bright,

Spread knowledge and cheer

There are number of people

Who offer never ending flow of advice

And are ever ready to correct me

Improvement me, make me like them…

So very kind of them

But I feel none of these are qualified to improve me

But it would be politically incorrect

To not feel indebted for their genuine concern about me

Their belief that without their help

I might be left behind

I wouldn’t be known

Will not succeed

And will remain in the background for ever…

So I have decided to act on this urgently

There is hardly any time

Procrastination is a terrible activity

Or shall we say absence of any activity?

But waiting for things to happen isn’t

So without any delay I have decided to start ‘waiting’