In the ticketing system of Spice Jet, Indigo, Jet Airways, and yes Air India too, a passenger is “born” when a ticket is booked. A passenger “dies” when the passenger commits suicide (sorry, I meant when the passenger cancels the booking) , or when it is transported to another realm (city!) on the hallowed flight… Continue reading Honor Yourself First – or How To Be A Ninja Ganesha
Category: .writings
one word poem
एक शब्द की कविता तुम. एक शब्द में पृथ्वी सारी तुम एक शब्द में सृष्टि सारी तुम क्या रिश्ता होगा जब तुम ही हो यह वाणी तेरी – तुम a one word poem you. in one word entire earth you in one word the universe you relationship? not possible when there’s only one- you this… Continue reading one word poem
Happy Independence Day!
I share with you 4 lines I came across in Jaishankar Prasad’s Kaamaayani. (Jaishankar Prasad was an eminent Hindi poet and Kaamaayani is a celebrated mahakaavya of Hindi literature). These are the 4 lines, translated by yours truly – We were not gods, neither are they – All cogs in the wheel of change. Yes,… Continue reading Happy Independence Day!
Processing Pain: What I Have Learned
The child was playing. The child fell down, got hurt and started bawling. The mother (or whichever other elder was in the vicinity) rushed to the aid of the child, picked her up and started consoling her. The child continued bawling. One strategy that mothers (or elders in general) resort to in this situation is… Continue reading Processing Pain: What I Have Learned
When I Marry, My Forgotten Friend Will Do My Makeup
I don’t know if I have forgotten her. If I had, I wouldn’t be writing about her. There is such contradiction inherent in Cheryl Strayed’s writing prompt ‘Write about someone you forgot’ that it is capable of causing nuclear fusion. She was a practicing lawyer in Pakistan. Now in USA, she managed her toddlers full-time,… Continue reading When I Marry, My Forgotten Friend Will Do My Makeup
With Flourish, Judiciously
Dear Reader, Coming soon, to the device already in your hands – my first book “11 Drops of Silence”. This is the book cover. I will share more about the book as I go further along the self-publishing process. I hope the silence that is our womb, the source of all words, continues to bring… Continue reading With Flourish, Judiciously
a gentle pain, a giant joy
a gentle pain a giant joy that you are far you’re in my heart you are a stranger yet are mine a gentle pain a giant joy that brings the night and dawns the day makes seasons roll cause we are one yet far apart a giant joy a juicy pain
No Longer Chasing Good Health or Nirvana
In 2008 I was officially diagnosed to have Multiple Sclerosis. In 2017 I have now officially accepted the diagnosis, made it my own. Yes the mind body connection is so deep and intrinsic that maybe two different words ‘mind’ and ‘body’ is a gross misconception. Yes thoughts do impact the body absolutely directly. Ever since… Continue reading No Longer Chasing Good Health or Nirvana
Message In A Tattered Envelope
the body is the medium the body is battered. the mind is the medium taut, threadbare… but not shattered. in this tattered envelope this gentle message comes to you – love is natural. nothing need be done to inculcate love. no rituals, no practices, nothing need be done to inculcate love. remove everything. what remains?… Continue reading Message In A Tattered Envelope
Serve Him Poison
It is not just that He can drink poison, He actually loves drinking poison. Some people say He likes drinking bhaang (a drink made with cannabis, milk and other goodies). It is not easy carrying bhaang but so many of us live with it churning inside us – crazy unpredictable see-saws of exultation and despair.… Continue reading Serve Him Poison