Life and a bit of Its Philosophy

Today, I read it somewhere,
“If you had never made any mistakes, you’d never have learned a thing, and if you never learn, you never grow. Who wants to live like that?”

– Not me! prompt came a reply inside my head. I am someone who loves life. It’s been hard, yes, but then what is life if it doesn’t have its shares of lows and highs? And fears and struggles? And joys and sorrows? And of course, Mistakes.

(This Miss Takes or Risks! Excuse me, that is self-talk.)

How would one know the importance of a night if they don’t experience a day? Or how would one feel the light of joy that comes after some grief or a deep dark slumber? Things are easy said/typed than done but I walk this path of life experiencing life in every little thing from a tiny little ant, to the dew drops, from a simple box to the stars and from planets Earth, Venus to Mars (Ok, that came in just to rhyme!)

So, what is life actually – the BIG question people ask themselves or others; wandering in their day-today life, trapped in a societal scrutiny and their respective roles and jobs. I say, they actually need to stop. BREATHE. And breathe a bit more to feel the air rushing through their nostrils into their lungs and exhale what ever confusion or chaos they feel. It is an advice unasked for but I wish to write what my take on certain things are.

Breathing helps a big deal as in the hubbub of life that runs around paying bills, providing and protecting or being responsible and practical, chasing something people themselves are unsure of takes the energy they should also have for themselves.

Prioritise yourself because if you don’t– how would you take care of others who are dependent on you or how will you do things that you really want to?

So I repeat, breathe and breathe and breathe till you feel your nerves settling down and till you feel a bit of your comfortable self. Just breathe.

Life is nothing but living/feeling the present. As most of the spiritual philosophies also put it in different ways or manners or techniques and thoughts.

The problem I think is that people talk and they talk and talk, rarely listen. So when they listen, they must follow as they took somebody’s energy and time to let their emotions out and ‘sort of’ ask help. On the other hand, the listener let others feelings seep in and probably learns a few things about himself/herself and says/offers things/suggestions wholeheartedly, hoping the speaker will understand and follow or at least give the talk a thought, deciding what suits him or her in the end.

We of course do what WE will really want to. Like that silly saying goes “Suno sab ki, Karo mann ki!” 

Life is such, it will offer you choices and tell you opinions. It will be rough at times and smoother some times. At other times, it will just be. So, live it the way it is and work towards the way you want it to be.

I think that is enough of a moral lecture, for me and for you and for anyone who reads it.

So, see you in the next post, may be?

Till then – Breathe. Be in the moment. Relish the feelings the moment offers. Let thoughts come and go by. Don’t stick to one particular thought. After all these are only thoughts – our brain has its job to do. It creates thoughts but you have the power to drive them away or let them stay. So, choose what you want. Choose what suits you better than what will suit others. Listen to your heart and yes, please don’t deny what the mind also tries to emphasise plus be aware of your loved ones or whose life is affected by your words/actions.

It is a tough balance but again it isn’t impractical to fill your own-self and also the people around you, i mean, people who matter.

I know this isn’t as easy as these words make it sound but try it, this isn’t impossible either. No matter where you are, who you are, which barriers you might have to cross or be enclosed in; you can still be free and be yourself.

Aah.. I guess that is enough. 🙂

Have a good day.


I Want a Poetess in Me

Once upon a time, in the world of cartoonish cosmos, there was a poet, a musician who sang out melodies and wrote notes, became a guide and saved the dying poetess with his wisdom and rationality being playful and very considerate. She can NEVER thank him enough but keeping this here on snippets FOREVER digitally.

Jess Killmenow

I want a poetess in me
I want her
To possess
I want her to
Worship my words
Poke holes in my grammar

She has surprising
About her
And it’s not


I want her
To reply to my post
To anoint my post with oil
To dance
With my post

I want her
To accept
My thanks
Among other things

She is so annoying
With her attention
That I so

I want her
To stay
And go away
And be

In me

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What is Love

What is love?

I don’t want to make it a question
I don’t want to take it as an equation
So, how about
I put it this way-
What is love.
or this way-
What is love (.)
Well, rather it best suits
if I just say Love
No question marks, no boundaries,
No full-stops and no inverted commas either.
A capital L is okay, I guess.

Many a times people have asked me.

‘Why me? I have no specific answers.’
Being the person I am, I go with the flow
I trust, and what the future holds
I never want to know.

Love is something that can not really be defined
It is that little something which isn’t even blind
It is  awareness and it is self growth
It doesn’t creep upon you as a moth.

If it’s a man-woman kind of love
It wraps you.
Yes, love will always want to possess
It expects, it responds, it gives you the highs
And the lows to create a bond.

It will make you go through emotions
An array of all the possible emotions
But does that mean it restrains?
Or tie you down to just REMAIN?
It is then time to look beyond that upper layer of love
Uncover the depths, move towards burying the surface
Reveal the source.
It might come as something that makes you go through
The best and the worst of you and
In you.

I believe,
It is a feeling, an experience– a bigger something
that is the root of everything in our universe.

Not many would understand it, possibly because
Their experiences made them averse.
Averse to the emotion but definitely not averse to the feeling.

It is a feeling as repeatedly I say or type here
I know not if it is felt there
Love seals, love heals.

Love is the spring, the origin of just about everything.
It is not a concept or a mystery to be solved
It has made generations evolve physically
It is taken as generic and mostly answered typically or cynically.

But it is actually infinite, love sets a fire that ignites
The inner you, the real you, the surreal you.
It is a connection, joy and affection with its share of other emotions
As a human experiences it through,
But it certainly doesn’t cease to burn or shine, it doesn’t die.
It gives you the strength to fly, to rise high above all desires
It isn’t to be confused with lust or that passionate fire!

I don’t know if I am making sense
I analyse nothing as such
I feel, I be, I give, I sprinkle it around
Not expecting, it should turn around.

Darn! That is enough for me to go on something
that can NEVER be captured or explained or generalised into words.
So, I shall stop.

However, I have to emphasise;
For me , I believe love is a liberation
It is liberating…
Never fleeting.

(The end without a full stop)

A Little Writing Therapy

While half the Indians go preposterous about the Bihar Political scene and the other half binges on their favourite Indian TV shows, I sit here with a cup of hot chocolate to realise how mundane my life has become once more without that sought after TV channel- Zindagi I followed only recently…err…been two years or a little more I guess. The channel satiated my adventitious soul as life in Hisar isn’t as cool as it had been in Chandigarh, Delhi or Australia(ah!) Not that I don’t like living here but somedays…you know?! Continue reading

Ranting Ritual

Sometimes, I think I just don’t belong here. I have been an outsider(well, sort of) most of the times, I mean, I have lived a life away from home for many years. Many years until I got married. Yeah, marriage happened for whatever reasons and then separation and then finally a divorce and I finally started living at home. It wasn’t easy but today when I sit back and think how life has changed for me, afterwards – I actually pat myself.  I have with each year and a low-high phase become more acceptable and accommodating to my environs, more mature or maybe this is what I will like to think-write. Continue reading