Category: prose
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“Achieve! Achieve” But Why?
Discussions on productivity just sound like another form of the litany “ACHIEVE! ACHIEVE” to me. This voice only grew louder and meaner as I found myself unable to continue in the corporate and academic world and was left wondering – “So then, now what?” So what if I get 78 on 100, or 85 on…
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Suck Away At The Mango
Suck away at the mango of life. Suck away at its pulp. Drink in every drop of its juice with awareness. Grate your teeth in its reshaa and on the guthlee. Take in the bliss. And steeped in joy, fulfillment and gratitude, with every ounce of life having been sucked, fling it away at the…
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Beauty is Everywhere. Sitting Quietly, Waiting To Be Seen.
“How do you define beauty?” my friend asked. “I don’t. I experience it”, I answered. That still is the best I can say – I don’t define beauty, I experience it. Nevertheless, I see her question as gently asking “tell me more about beauty”. Beauty emerges from the womb of awareness. Beauty is a seeing.…
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No Longer Scared of My Mind
Life and this world is beautiful and wondrous. Actually, how would I know. The only thing I ever experience really is the vast wondrous universe of my mind. Even if I get up and go somewhere – to some other city, country whatever – the only thing I am experiencing is my mind and all…
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The Guide And The Demon
Write *because* you are depressed. Write precisely because self-confidence is romping in the deep dark negatives. Even if you have nothing to say, write because you want to feel connected to yourself, your guide… There is a guide and companion in me who is a friend. He has never failed me. There is also a…
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Riding on Amazing Technology
A piece of writing has to be about something. But why? I and my wrist just like going for a trot on paper, riding on a pen. Some like to have an array of shoes, some, an array of cars. I cherish the array of textures of pen moving on paper. My favorite being smooth,…
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Unnecessary Happiness
“I am a solidarity person”, she said. What a beautiful thing to say and be! I had rung her up only because I needed to hug someone. When I am feeling “unnecessary happiness”, my natural way to express it is to hug someone. Normally my Mom is the recipient of these hugs. She is used…
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An unusual friendship with a zinda-dil lady
There is a lady in Udupi who happened to be my maid there. We also happened to become friends. We used to go around together – she, her daughter and son (if he was in town) and I, sometimes to the beach, or Venugopal temple, or Manipal Lake, or Domino’s Pizza. Piggybacking on my friendship…
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This Expansive Silence
What do I have in me that is of value, that I feel is worthy of being shared with the world? All that I feel is of value in me, a bouquet of thoughts and experiences, ever taking shape, ever fading away, some staying longer than others, they all distillate into a single feeling –…
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Can A Poem Be Lonely?
A poem can be about loneliness but can a poem be lonely? Yes. A poem is lonely if it is not read. A poem is lonely if it is not acknowledged. A poem is lonely if it wants to be read but does not give of itself to be read. Poems are often introverts. To…