Category Archives: joy

“At Home”

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The restlessness, the breathlessness, the sleeplessness, the anxiety is all put to rest; when all the souls and energies belonging to a household are  safe within the  confines of the Home.

No more  do the nights make suspicious sounds, no more do you wait for the birds to chirp, no more you wish for someone to be awake at ungodly hours.

Heart, mind and soul are at rest; when everyone you care for is  within the safety of the Home.

The first Summer rain.

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Scorching Sun dries and makes brittle the leaves, Earth starts tearing up like honeycomb.
Birds fly high and low to find  just a few drops of water to quench their thirst. Stray animals find shade under the trees and in  abandoned half built houses.People  try to stay indoors to be safe from the brutal heat.
…and then the clouds are summoned,  vast expanse of sky turns grey, air turns cool, wind picks up speed.Dust swirls make small whirlwinds with dried leaves, the wind chimes start tinkling rhythmically,  trees start swaying to the music of dust filled breeze,eyes are turned towards the sky, in anticipation of that first drop.
…and when the first  drops fall and hit the dried earth, the smell of wet earth intoxicates the senses like thousand  sirens. The drops turn to a gentle shower, a drizzle, sky makes noise to declare freedom from heat, lightening is like celebration of nature.Dust settles, plants get a well deserved wash, roads start shining. Dogs in the neighbourhood start barking, going round and round in circles with their tongues sticking out.
People come out of the homes for no reason at all, conversations start budding.Children start dancing, screaming, getting wet, soaked,
drenched.Grown ups also stretch their arms to feel the rain on their palms as if they have never touched water before.
The first shower of summer is like magic, magic which leaves us  desiring for more, to experience more, to enjoy more, to feel more, to live more .

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Alternatives

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There are just two alternatives in life,either be happy or sulk, either admire or criticize, either laugh or cry.The choice is ours to make.

Those who always see negative in everything are the ones who let happiness slip away from their fists like sand.Slowly draining life from them, while those who focus on positives are the ones capturing happiness in their fists like air.Air, which stays even when the fist is open.

Life is neither a bed of roses nor a field of thorns.It is a combination of both.People searching for happiness outside of their own hearts are the ones who never find it or miss on it, for it is a state of mind, a desire ,a tenant of the soul.

They do not absorb the goodness in their surrounding, they sulk,complain, criticize,make others uncomfortable, get ignored and mistreated by others.People avoid their company, pretend to be indifferent to their needs and definitely do not want to waste their emotions and energy in pacifying or placating these tortured souls.
Unfortunately, they are like thunderbolts which attract attention, cause severe damage and are finally forgotten.

On the other hand, there are people who bring out from within themselves the most common yet the rarest of feelings;happiness, joy.Sprinkling the world with their laughter , love and positive energy.These people brighten other people’s lives. They absorb pain and pleasure around them and convert it into energy which is like evergreen music.
They are like monsoon rain, which washes all the dirt , cleans everything and leaves a lasting impression.For they embrace life as it is without any complains.

The choice is ours, who we want to be? How we want to spend the rest of our lives? What we want to achieve?

Journey

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Posting another photograph by guest photographer, Shaishav Agarwal.The first thing that caught my attention was the cloud formation. It looked like smoke coming out of a steam locomotive moving towards the fog for an undisclosed location. Other factors were the amount of water everywhere, the calmness of the sea, the sailboats, the vermillion sky covering everything like a blanket and the ring of gold in the sky matching the hand in the photograph wearing a wedding band.And finally the acknowledgement of the fact that even if time seems to have stopped for a moment in a picture, it is the only thing that always keeps moving forward, never once looking back.

Chugging engine of time, blowing clouds in the past, catching up with future slowly, amidst the fog of imagination.

Venturing into the unknown, like the depths of ocean, in present but calm, like sailboats sailing on gentle rippling waves.

Wind directing the course of life, towards pain or pleasure only we can decide, for its within us and not outside.

Vermilion umbrella of sky protecting innocence,  rings of sunshine like wedding bands committed,to adventures.

Vast expanse of water, capricious but in nature, resembling life, bellowing  new challenges everyday.

Past, present and future ;survived, living and anticipating right now, right here!

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Photo Credits Go To Shaishav Agarwal.

Holi 2016

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Holi 2016
One of the most joyous, happy, fun filled festivals of Hindus. It brings people of India together, irrespective of their cultural or religious beliefs. The spirit of Holi rubs on people like perfume in the air. The colours of Holi bind the people of India into one beautiful multicoloured fabric.

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Promises

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Lovers promise the Sun, the Moon and the Stars; eternal love; lifelong commitment. Love elevates a person to superhuman capacities, turning mediocrity into excellence in their hearts and minds. Expectations rise, heart swells with faith in  another person more than one believes in themselves. The world shrinks into a very small bubble with just the two of them.
But…can one actually promise anything to anybody when they themselves do not know, what is waiting for them in future? Can one really promise to keep one happy when they themselves don’t know what makes them happy?
Still ,we defy nature and make promises, promises for the future. Future,which is as unpredictable as life, forgetting the need to believe in today, this very moment, present which is as true and predictable as death itself.
When we love someone,  it is not promises for the  future that count or are believable .It is  “this moment” “right now”  what matters and as time passes, promises have to be extended, kept and renewed every second, every minute, every hour, every day, every week,  every month ,every year and years to come.
Yes!  It is neither easy nor a bed of roses.As tiring as it might sound and feel, that is what  a promise means.It is a job which needs one’ s attention, focus,every breath every moment for the rest of one’ s life. A herculean task? True! That is what love is all about, one  true moment at a time.

Window to the soul( Repost)

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Eyes are the windows to the soul. People learn to control their emotions as they grow older and mature. Different experiences of their lives teach them to keep their feelings, language, behavior and facial expressions in check yet one look at the eyes and the beans are spilled. How difficult it is, to camouflage the laughter that does not reach the eyes, the pain that reflects in the eyes, the joy which spills from the eyes, the desire which burns in the eyes and the maturity and knowledge obvious in the eyes that demands respect. Hate someone and no degree of politeness can mask the hatred in the eyes, love someone and nothing in the world can mask the way you look at “The One”.