PURNAMIDAM - mindlessly mindful

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