PURNAMIDAM - mindlessly mindful

image courtesy: Pinterest She woke up with a gloom. Sat in the bed for a while. Then climbed down from their cosy loft and went into the kitchen. He wasn't around. She wrapped a shawl and stepped out of their small cabin and slowly walked towards the woodwork shelter. He was there spinning the wooden blocks on the knob, turning them into beautiful beads. She weakly walked towards him and planted herself on a stump in front. He glanced at her through his protective glasses and gave that 'grumpy oldman looking through a bifocal' kind of funny look. She just stared blankly back at him. By now he knew, that a frown was easy to tackle, the absence of smile was easily reversible, but her poker blank face with her wide eyes fixed numbingly into his, meant something was really wrong. She wasn't the kind who expressed pain very openly. "What's the matter?" he asked looking back at his wooden beads. "I don't know", she murmured in melancholy. "I d

वो ओस की बूंदें भी उस पत्ते की नहीं, जिसने रातभर दिया उनको सहारा अपनी पलकों पर। वो तो बह गए सवेरा होते ही उस रेत की आगोश में। वो पानी भी उस चोटी का नहीं जिसने पथरीली ठंड में आसरा दिया उस बर्फ़ को। वो तो बसंत की धूप में पिघल कर दौड़ गई किसी और के खेत हरे लहराने को। वो फ़ल भी उस मिट्टी का नहीं जिसके सांचे में पला बढ़ा वो फ़लधारी पेड़। वो तो मौसम के आते ही चल दिया टपककर किसी और की झोली में। क्या करें है तूं, 'मेरा मेरा' ऐ इनसान?  जब तेरा यह देह भी तेरा नहीं।  वो तो काल संग रच के खेल, छोड़ देगा तेरी रूह को, जिसने जिंदगी भर मर मर के फुंकी दिलदारी तेरे होने में।

To teach LITERATURE and write POETRY, perform theater, watch movies, explore religionS, explore the forest. To teach MATHEMATICS, build something, play more poker, explore the forest. To teach CHEMISTRY, watch the universe, experiment with cooking, explore the forest. To teach BIOLOGY, get down to gardening, animal rescuing, learn to cook healing food, yoga, martial arts, acupressure, massage and more, explore the forest. To teach GEOGRAPHY do some gardening/ farming, go trekking, travel a lot, camp a lot, explore the forest. To teach PHYSICS, play more outdoor games, fall more, throw more things, do martial arts,  dance a lot, play more music, watch the universe, explore the forest. To teach CIVICS, live in small villages, travel to other countries, learn to cook your own food, swe your own cloths, build your own houses, make your bed, don't explore religion, explore ant colonies in forest, explore all non human colonies in forest, explore the forest. To teach COMMERCE

Of the many things that we are taught wrong, one is, 'how to react to people walking out of your life.' We are told it's a bad event, catastrophic even. It can be sad, yes. but I doubt it will always be bad. We face accusations like, 'what did you do/say wrong?'. If someone walks away it automatically is our fault. Our society is built on the foundation of souls dying of guilt and self loathing. Infact the makers of this society thrive feeding off of such souls. So I beg to differ, people walking out of our lives is as natural and necessary as leaves falling off a tree. And neither one of them is to blame! If the leaves fall because they have grown old then it's just time to go. If they fall too soon then may be the sun is too harsh or the rain too erratic. If the leaves were plucked then blame the plucker, if eaten, blame the grazer, if infected, blame the pest, if burnt, blame the wild fire. But no one ever blames the tree or the leaves, instead we nurture the

Love Is A Merry-Go-Round Of course, love is scary my dear! It lifts you up and throws you down. It spins you around like a merry-go-round, but much worse. You can't, even for God's sake stop, you have nothing to hold on to. But have you ever really been on a merry-go-round, my dear? Stood at its edge, held on to the bars so tight that your palms burned red alight? But then, have you ever really been on a merry-go-round? Stood right in the centre, its eye! Held nothing at all, arms wide open slicing the wind and not even for once shaking, nor falling, nor your head dizzy, but just spinning? So yes, my dear, love is super scary from the far away edges, but then again you can't call it love, when it simply is acquaintance, far from a distance. You got to go to the centre of your heart. And find it there waiting for you all along. Waiting for you to show itself. Waiting for you to show yourself. To show you how to love its depths of insanity,

Today was a bummer, suicide news of Sushant Sing Rajpot has hit hard and still not digested. But I am too scared and also a bit shy to talk about it. why? Because a) everyone will and because b) I really don't know what to say. I saw on tv one of his interviews he showed this big ass telescope he owned. How can someone who meets the stars and the universe up close so often from the comfort of his window be so weak to give up? But then again very often as I have myself gazed at the miracles of the night sky I have desperately wanted to go be amongst them. They say weak people commit suicide. But sometimes I think even wise people commit suicide. I don't know if it is the frivolity, the ever growing pain, or the ignorance of the world that pushes them so far away that silence turns into solitude and solitude quickly turns into withdrawal and withdrawal painfully turns into loneliness and despair.  if you personally ask me, I still find it hard that someone so endearin

How a simple comment can set you back to the years worth of work you did on yourself. A mindless comment probably not even directed at you but just an utterance of their own entangled thoughts.  How everything just shatters and reality reduces to being fragments of your imagination once again. "It wasn't even real to begin with", you scoff at yourself. "You weren't real" you tell yourself.  It feels like someone punched you in the gut and stole your most prized possession and you couldn't retaliate. Took away your identity. Took away everything you thought you stood for. Stripped you naked. And who comes to your rescue in this nakedness? Ahhh!! your old friend, your demons ofcourse! Now, you're vulnerable, now you're easy to penetrate. And penetrate they do, deep into your skin, much deeper infact.  But it feels so familiar that you don't realize it is hurting you, maybe it really isn't . You don't realize it will once aga

Compassionate Communication - What the fuck is that?  #longpostalert Haven’t we focused enough on languages, on what he said, she said. How about we focus on the language of the heart instead, the forgotten language. There are a lot of systems out there, life coaching, non violent communication, training to be an empath, Compassionate Communication, NLP, sociocracy etc, etc. what is the crux of these systems? Are they just tools and techniques of meandering our words and thoughts to make them sound thoughtful. To paint them so, that people believe you put a great effort and care into the relationship? Do they merely make you an excellent orator?  Or is it like magic trick to suddenly have everyone listen and agree to you? Am I supposed to lie to people and tell them only pleasent things? Is it about being ‘miss goody two shoes’? I have been exposed to some of the systems I mentioned above. Unfortunately I didn’t have the opportunity to attend a full-fledged workshop on any but saw it i

They said we can’t tie up residential and farmers directly, middleman is essential. Now look who is compulsorily tying up residential and farmers directly. They said we have come too far we can’t just stop now. Look who has stopped everything overnight now. They said GDP was essential, brands are important, celebrities are gods. Look who is making everyone wait in line for hours for food, medicines and forcing us to be in shelters. They said we need RURAL DEVELOPMENT, because rural is not self dependent, self sufficient (read luxurious and wasteful) Look who is running back to the rural now? Look who is able to grow and feed their families with the “ESSENTIALS” now. Look who is helplessly dependent on resources coming from NOT the urban. They said we don’t have enough houses so we need to stack them in tight spaces one above the other in conditions that may keep you alive but kill the life in you. Look who demands social and physical distancing now, look who is scared to shit about hig

When you sleep besides me, as our bodies lay there next to each other, I want to hold your face in my palms ever so gently, and lift it. I want to kiss you many times ever so softly and not just on the lips. I want to tug you in my arms a little more tightly. Deep in dream, when your body twitches,  I want to love you. I want to redefine ‘making love’, with you.   When you sleep beneath me, I want to rest my ‘heavy with thoughts’ head on your tightened shoulders. Slowly feel them loosening, slowly making room for the whole of me. I want to lay my heaving chest,  on your broad sturdy one. Slowly feel the narrowing space, between our pounding hearts. I want to love you I want to redefine ‘making love’, with you.   When you sleep over me, I want to feel the gust of your breaths fanning my neck. Easing my own scattered breaths. I want to feel your hands rest on my belly, calming the fluttering butterflies. I want to feel our hearts be