ABOUT BEING YOURSELF,BEING DIFFERENT AND BEING ONE SOUL

I got to know from Sangeetaji that she has given birth to a daughter.It's nothing special.Thousands of couples give birth to children throughout the world every moment.But Sangeetaji and Hemantji are not among those couples who just live a life like everybody else. They have a mission. The time they chose to have a baby succeeds their tryst with service, service for the underprivileged children.

They believed in the strength of togetherness and community – they wanted to make a difference in gentle and practical ways. One of them was by building an organic, sustainable, environmentally-friendly farmhouse called 'HideOut' in Jhadpoli village. After interacting with their tribal and villager neighbours over the last 20 years, this couple had been wanting to give back in as many ways as possible, to these simple folk. This was the germ of the idea behind the Bicycle Project.[Information collected from net]

And another thing came to my mind while reading about them and watching their wonderful togetherness on sites that serving others has no definition and you don't have to starve yourself or deprive yourself of things that make human brings happy.
Service can come in any form. And in case of this cosmopolitan couple, it has come in the form of the bicycle project.

I congratulate them on the birth of their first child and may be the only child-Ayaana.Hopefully, the girl would grow up with the ideals of her parents and would carry their intelligence, beauty-inner and outer, and their philanthropic spirit, which are special or common to both of them.

SAHGEETAJI GOT A GIFT OF A DAUGHTER

Beloved Sangeetaji got a daughter delivered.
It's wonderful.I will tell you about these things tomorrow.
Now, too sleepy.

IN ZERO STATE:WITH AND WITHOUT YOU

From the dawn,
When the birds fill the stretch of the upper world
With their chirruping,
Till the exhausted eyes overcast with sleep, drop dead
on their own,
You overhang the zenith
And become the sunlight,
Or become the dull afternoon tinged with sadness.

When the horizon is putting on her vermilion dot,
And the whole western sky is breaking into a pale blushing,
A mystique query forms in the back of the mind,
And the heart aches with a soft thumping,
The evenings and nights’ errands pick up themselves
And end, on your imaginary trail.

The body,
Finds its loneliness under the sheet of darkness,
And touches the skin,
The absence and the emptiness trickle down
with your hands of shimmering desire,
and your condensed, sheltering ,love.

In the dead quiet of the night,
And turn into beautiful springs
Flowing zigzag, and softly wild,
Under the eyes, and the abysses of the ephemeral self,
And a throbbing reaches the soul
Turning itself into a never dying yearn
That keeps returning.

One more day dies.
With you.
Without you.

SMALL STEPS DO HELP

Running to work in the morning is a daily ritual.Shaking off the inertia in the morning comes hard and taking it slow is a habit with some people like me, and it makes it mandatory to run afterwards. I always end up with my legs aching badly for a good few minutes. I used to think of solutions and thought that walking with big strides will not cause pain. You know, we people keep experimenting with things. I used to do it for a while, smug in the belief that it's working, may be that's the result I should get, and am getting. But today, for change I started walking with short and quicker steps and lo! It was just so comforting. The feet didn't hurt at all today. And I had made a discovery. May be not really. The physicians world over know it.
But for my own little personal self, it was a discovery.

It can have a bigger meaning also, about walking with smaller steps.

WALK WITH SMALL STEPS.
It might be helpful.Beginning humbly, moving slowly and gradually moving towards bigger things helps. Think so.

This much for today.
I will write soon if I get anything meaningful. Right now, I am trying to shake off fatigue.

A REFLECTION

Sometimes no medicine works. Yet life goes on.
People are like flowers, or pebbles, they have variety.
Some may not help enrich your internal world, but they do spice up your moments.
Ripples on the surface of water.
If we need calm seriousness for greater things, we need ripples also, to keep alive.
We all have ripples in us, more or less.
We all have hidden springs within us, small or big.

These are times that promise nothing.
Life is just a river with sand on two sides, no views.
Yet, the river flows.

And the river does carry love.

Amidst all these, even when there is someone eternally crying, choking and struggling within you, you have to go on.

So, let's go on.
Everything is beautiful despite everything.
Let's tell ourselves this, and go on.

love

SOMETHING'S SO FUNNY ABOUT LIFE

A very familiar yet interesting thing came to my mind when I was just going about doing daily chores. It suddenly came i thought it to be so funny.Human life is really funny if you look at it.When you don't have food, your whole attention is centred on filling your stomach somehow.After that is done and becomes a familiar thing, the next thing man wants is shelter, own or rented. After that comes a regular source oft sustenance, a job, business or whatever. Then comes sex,accompanied with the emotional and psychological need for a companion.Some people with a higher level of consciousness, understand this need at a greater level and look for an intellectual and/or spiritual communion along with all these. Along with all these come into being baser needs like getting known and appreciated by all and the sundry, rising the social ladder etc. It is for some people. Some go beyond this and create different marks, happy with themselves and their own individual thoughts. But I was thinking how our needs grow from one to another, then to another. If we abduct a very rich and famous man from his surroundings and put him in an uninhibited island, he will rediscover his needs just like this. First he will go mad after food and shelter, then for human company, then other hungers etc.

It's only a thought.

Winter is a bygone thing now.
Today a lovely wind started blowing and made realise how lonely life is.
A rain will come afterwards and Nature will turn beautiful still.
There is a question raising it's head, about life and living.
About choosing between the highest, the most beautiful and a compromise.
The question is universal.
We do make a choice between the sublime and the ugly.
The transitory and the permanent.
Excitement and bliss.
Unfortunately, life doesn't allow us all sort of experiences. It grants only some.
And if we look deep, it also protects us and prevents us from falling into the abyss of ignorance and its consequences. It does show us the path to the higher, the unknown, the exalted, the different.It is up us to be able to hold courage or be safe.

Who has the answer?
Even if there is, how do you translate it into reality?

Love to all fellow humans.

NIGHT: INSOMNIAC

You think the night sleeps?
Hardly.
In the eerie silence that surrounds it,
It goes back to the lanes walked so far,
Feels the pain, the joy,
And the humiliation of love,
And convulses
Trying to shake off the distance that keeps
Love apart.
Blood drips from its pall,
Keeping tears off the bay,
Wiping recklessly,
Is agonizing. They don’t listen too,
Having their own music and
own rhythm.

You can hardly hear the night
Sobbing,
Or see its loneliness and grief,
because of the darkness.
It wakes,
And keeps the world
At rest.