We, humans, are clever beings. We selectively express our anger. We can not afford to reveal it everywhere and to every person.
You gulp down your frustration in front of your boss. But you don’t think twice before snapping at even a slight mistake of your juniors.
In any argument or discussion, there is one dominant and one secondary figure. In certain circumstances, you are that weaker figure. Other times it is someone else.
You efficiently channel your frustration towards the less dominant one. But it can not happen in every case. You have to shut your mouth or lose…
We justify our anger, and we judge others for the same.
The underlying emotional surge is the same. But anger blocks our rational mind.
We all regret our sudden emotional explosions. Often we look back and wonder what we could have said or done something else. In hindsight, it doesn’t matter whether others provoke us. We are almost always guilty.
Last week, our full-time employee retracted back to working half a day because of some misunderstanding at her home. Today she asked for my advice on her broken tooth. It was her carious wisdom tooth that cracked while chewing.
The constant harsh self-criticism is crippling. The fear of not performing up to the mark traps us. Instead of moving ahead, we freeze.
It paralyzed me too.
I had endless drafts I kept on editing. Sometimes I jumped from one topic to another. I had countless stories to share.
But my inner critic slithers its head upwards and bit me endlessly. It took me five months to post my first long article. I took matters head-on to set my inner critic straight.
I found out instead of encouraging me to write more, I fanned my fears. Crazy! Isn’t it?
Last year, silence engulfed me. An entire month went by where I was utterly silent. Not just external but internal too. There was no noise inside, no thoughts, only silence.
I am usually chirpy and giggling. But this silence got my family worried.
Their minds were making their stories. Maybe they said something, perhaps someone hurt me, possibly something else happened, etc. But there was no reason within me to clarify anything to anyone.
After a month, I gradually started interacting.
Everybody was taking the blame on them. Amusingly I discovered, the mind is the most significant player in the…
The death of a closed person is always sudden, traumatic, and untimely. We expect them to live infinitely.
But the truth is death strikes everybody. In a moment, everything changes. Death does not mean the death of love between you two. Love is the bond that connects you two, even in a separated world.
The groundbreaking best seller book by Dr. Raymond Moody ‘Life after life’ reveals the study of people who experienced clinical death. There are many testimonies of death and beyond by patients who experienced near-death and came back to life. All of them have a striking similarity.
Self-doubt makes you feel worthless. The number of doubts we feed ourselves is astonishingly insane.
The pimple sitting on my face sucks — why my skin can’t be flawless. Oh god, these awful periods — why can’t they stop altogether. I am too short — need to have those heels. My abnormal body shape, my stomach, my specs worry me. I am so dumb. My education/job profile is terrible.
The list is endless.
You accept all your apprehensions easily. But, if your best friend says these things, you will sit with them and clear their doubts.
In feeding yourself, you…
The light can cut through the darkness
Even a ray will illuminate the path of millions
A light once traverses through the universe
will keep on running infinitely
Till it hits any solid that envelops it,
Brightens irrespective of day or night
It itself forms a day from wherever route it crosses
doesn’t matter the small pebbles that act as a road bump
The same happens where healing is a light,
A radiance creating ripples
Starting from self and then radiating everywhere
Love as the basic fundamental
When flowering of being happens
You can not hide its fragrance
Toes up in a relaxed demeanor
Eyes closed but not dead
Breath moving as slow as a snail
A blissful presence is all I feel
With no place to go
With no time to keep an account for
I am where I am meant to be
with whom life feels fits
Either enjoy or crib
Life is moving as it wishes
These moments passing by
are life if we closely look by
No major event needs to happen
Peace is radiating in it already
Smiles are sitting in ducked motion
Make a curve of lips on silly emotions
A magnificent, delicate flower
fragrance filled lovely creature
Transforming slowly from soft texture
into a solid structure
Enjoying the attraction of bees and butterflies
Sitting on it, sucking its nectar
Wings fluttering on its soft petals
Pollens stick to their legs
Starting the fertilization process
Gradually transforming into something solid
The delicates petals metamorphosed into a sheath
Filled with juice, fiber around a seed
Lunged to the branch with mighty stem
Protecting its identity till it is naturally dropped
But someone threw a stone or two
when they saw it sitting freshly
A huge stone shook its existence
Traumatized from stone
it took a…
Feet dipped in cold water
Inside the sand, away from the clutter
The wind brushing my face
Hair dangling toward the stroke of air
A dip in the river Satluj
Originating from the great Himalayas
As if I am in communion with the giants
I humble being, one with the Mother Earth
The soothing murmur
crashing on the shore
The wind bustling nearby
Adding the elegance of the environment
Sitting on the wet sand
With rolled-up pants,
Closed eyes in union with the surrounding
Soothing my senses in every manner
As water flowed by
I dissolved in every wave
Burdens wiped out…