PURNAMIDAM - mindlessly mindful

  16 th NOV 2023 The planet timeline is shifting, we are moving to 4 th dimension…. okay….and? ……. I will not buy this until I see every feminine live to embody, own and use her truest strength and power. The power to create. We live on this earth and call her mother earth. We have been a witness to the birthing of numerous life forms and the destruction of it. Nature is all about sex! and sensuality. Creation and destruction. And no, women are not only creation and men are not only destruction. And no, sexual energy is not only creation it is of course the purging energy of destruction. Destruct I say, your ego, your false self-identity and images, your vulnerability. Although funny thing about vulnerability is, ‘it gets destructed when you accept it.’ That is the best thing, our shadows die when we love them, whereas our light grows when we love it. Basically, just love everything.   How many of us have lived our true selves in hiding? Men and women, I call both to a...

  4 th   Nov.  2023 Kya likhu, kahase shuruvat karu? Kay hi hai ab kehneko? Do pure mahine aur dedh hafta akele rehna, Ek bohot hi alag anubhuti hai. Some days pass so quickly and some feel like a bottomless pit. Mind is such a vicious thing. It plays such tricks on you. Seeing things that don’t exist, feeling, hearing. Hud toh tab paar hoti hai when sometimes you smell things, sheerly out of your memory. And no, it is not the same as remembering the smell. It is in fact smelling it. But there is no way it is actually happening. The substance you smell physical does not exist in your surroundings. And there are people who have done this and are doing this all their lives, forever! I don’t know how, this is one thing I will respect the American courage for, and some Indians, especially sanyasis or old people.  Just when I thought my battel against loneliness was over, I can’t believe I manifested it in all its physicality. Now I truly don’t know whats worst. Havin...

The perils and havocs of beauty industry are not unknown, but definitely overlooked. Because....well, no pain no beauty. The pain is not just for my body or yours but also mother earth’s. But don’t worry I am not here to sell idealism today. What I do want to share, however, is the story of some young women who have NEVER BEEN TO A BEAUTY PARLOUR! yes, you heard me right. Come to think of it and it’s really not that bizarre. Maybe in pre covid times this would have been hard to fathom but not anymore. But then again, we live in India. Whose more than 50% population lives in rural parts. And yes, there still are many parts of this country where a beauty parlour simply doesn’t exist or if it does it’s not affordable for many, even the shanty ones operated from within the house by the rural women themselves.  The tribal women in Odisha. I spent 3 weeks with these women, they are no strangers to me I first met them early this year and I had spent 3 weeks with them then too. They are ...

  Today I want to share about my last solo trip to one of the most pristine places in India – ‘Odisha’ and yes, it is not orissa. 2 ND Time is a lucky charm. I hope there will be 3 rd and 4 th and more. And about how I figured out railway Cabins at Visakhapatnam station from a random youtuber, WHILE I WAS JUST HOURS AWAY FROM GETTING OF THE TRAIN!! It was definitely affordable, fairly clean, and safe. So, I happened to stay mostly put in Kakiriguma, it has its own railway station but is not very active since covid. It’s close to Koraput district. I did go to Sun temple and Jaganath Puri too, but later on that. I was visiting John George, an amazing human being with a wondrous journey. A Keralite by birth, studied in Tamil, established himself in Odisha, and travelled across the globe. He definitely is a polyglot. Little did I know I would also connect with Simone, an Italian who likes to call himself part Dravidian. Came to India when he was 19, studied here and worked in the ...

  On a bright Sunday morning of 11 dec 2022, I joined my mother to a #citywalk in #Thane, the famous #LakeCity. It was the first time other way round that my mom had invited me to some nature sensitive event. Her ex-colleague Nutan Bandekar , a school principal had organized the #ThaneLakeDarshan . She was not only the driving factor of this event but is a self-made environmentalist & author who has done extensive research & published books on the lakes of Thane. She also runs a roof-top kitchen garden on her school terrace. We started at 8 in the morning & probably went on till 8 in the evening. 40 people turned up. Some, her school colleagues some nature enthusiasts, individuals, local reporters and nature groups like Hirva Swapna, Menon’s Environment Exclusive (MEE) & Earth4Ever Conservation Foundation. One of the enthusiasts had visual impairment, such is the passion of those truly drowned in the natural beauty of this Lake City. Thane has in total 40 to 42 la...

  At times like green glass, at times like blue, Shattering against rocks, can be put together by no glue. Deep in the center are galloping waves, Rocking my boat and my gut in similar ways. Should I write ‘gut’ or should I write soul? I think they are the same, but I cannot think for sure, Cause hanging on to dear like is the only goal.   Mountains of dark water, in the middle of nowhere, Like sand dunes of a dessert, the ocean looks just the same. Beyond the perfectness of this world, my imperfections you crave. Constantly challenging me to be brave. Absolute surrender, nothing less. And only love, nothing more. Isn’t this what you demand?   There is fear, but there is respect There is love too, but to understand it, I do not expect. So, I blurt in my expansive trance, “Take me!” I say, knowing entirely well, I am still a novice in this dance. Now I sit down again at a safe shore, I see you; I feel you, I feel the fear too wit...

  Today I visit, alone. Probably my 1st time since the last 4 months or so of me being here. Alone is always so different. I share this small house with another girl. It gets extremely faint light. The windows are placed wrong. She has gone to her home town. Since the last week the house is also alone with me. I love it. Now I am here, sitting alone in the Sun for a while. Watching your world move by ever so slowly next to me. The winter Sun moves slowly too. It’s good I don't have to change my spot so often. Damn! It’s moving now. My spot is partially shaded now and the cool breeze is amplified. But I don’t wanna move! The Sun moved behind a tree. It’s so much easier to stare at it now from behind the leaves. The floor is full of tiny seedlings making the perfect preamble for the spiders to weave their glistening silver. It’s like a floor of woven silver silk swaying in the breeze. It’s not a carpet its more like the lasered floor of mission impossible. The silver laser escaping y...

  Universal love isn’t about being a gullible fakir, an all-pervasive self-inflicted pain in the process to prove how big your heart is. It isn’t about being the damsel who loves the beast enough to turn him into a prince. And it definitely isn’t about being powerless, but instead, about being powerful as I knowingly surrender. So, no I won’t say, “I love you no matter what. I will love you in spite of all your darkness and hurt you cause me.” Instead, I will say, “I love” and that’s it, “I love because I see. I love, be it darkness or light because they both exist. I love neither to be hurt nor to be healed but because I exist. I am not proving any point to you; I am not proving my love to you. It ain’t “see after all this I am still here for you”. It is rather “I am here, because I want to be, not because I want to show you that I can stay and definitely not because I have nowhere else to go, but because I exits in here. I exist in now. And it’s all here baibe, it’s all here”...

ये ज़िक़्र ना हुआ तो ज़िन्दगी बन जाएगी एक फिक्र ही सदा। तेरी आहटें तो सदियों से  महसूस कर रहे है अब तू भी महसूस हो ये आस है सदा। कुछ तो है भीतर जो बेह नहीं पाता रोक लगी हुई है  बेतुके ख़यालो की। कुछ तो है बाहर जो देख के भी महसूस नहीं होता मेज सजी हुई है बहानों की। इबादत ना परे इलाही से  इलाही ना परे तुझसे पर तू क्यों है परे खुद से? अब मै भी महसूस हो मुझको ये दुआ है तुझसे। 

पतझड़ के फूल   क्या    बहार के बगीचों से   ज्यादा खूबसूरत होते है ? अमावस की तारिका   क्या चांद की चांदनी से   ज्यादा चंदेरी होती हैं ? बेमौसम बरसात की धार क्या बरसात की बिजली से ज्यादा चमकती है ? और ... तेरे जाने के बाद तेरी यादे क्या तेरे होने से ज्यादा हकीकत होती है ?

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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...