SMALL PACKAGES!

Happiness comes in small packages .Simple things like a bird in flight, a dew drop, or a flower in bloom can brighten one’s spirit.
One of the best health recipe is happiness; that’s happiness in its essence.
It’s strange how people struggle to be happy these days; they need special assistance to find the happiness which is within them. Why does one need assistance to look within, I wonder.
Happiness isn’t the wealth you accumulate or the fame you gain.
Happiness is to be found in things that many a times go unnoticed. We fail to notice these things because our craving is for the worldly.
The Buddha rightly said, ‘desire is the cause of sorrow’.
Our desires make us ‘addicts’ and ‘shopaholics’ .Our homes are but storehouses of our never ending ‘hoardings’. We have the wrong notion that happiness comes from fulfillment of our desires, the mindless shopping and spending.
However, these are the root causes of unhappiness. It’s like selling our soul to the devil. That’s what Dr. Faustus did and regretted when it was too late.
Happiness is in giving, in seeing and appreciating natural beauty, in being righteous and virtuous .It’s a state of mind and no one but you can help achieve that state of mind.
Happiness comes from being harmonious with nature and in acknowledging the Almighty’s presence .
Happiness in other words is compassion!

VOICES

It can be a song,a twitter, a rustle or a rumble.

Different forms that are but manifestation,
of impression seeking expression,
That can either empower or pervade.
All depends on interpretation and purpose.

Melodious,cacophonous raves or rants,
Voices are but one's efforts at being recognized and heard.

That's where I belong: Paul Simon.

This is one of my favourite number and the reason why I have it in my blog is to be able to be able to share with all of you, my avid readers the beauty of this song.


Somewhere in a burst of glory
Sound becomes a song,
I'm bound to tell a story
That's where I belong.

When I see you smiling,
when I hear you singing
Lavender and Roses
Every ending a beginning
The way you catch me with your eye....
That's where I belong.

A spiny little Island Man
plays a jingle banjo
He's walking down a dirt road
He's carrying his radio.
To a river where the waters meets the sky
That's where I belong...

HOMECOMING

Like the prodigal son home-ward bound,
My friend comes,

After drifting through mountains,
trialed and troubled .
He now returns with knowledge profound
And a heart more sound.

MARIGOLDS AND CHRYSANTHEMUMS

Come October and the hills are decked in hues so rich and regal. Vibrant and prominent, these lovely flowers usher in the festive season making hearts merry. Every portico and porch is an array of color, a sight that’s sheer bliss!

The concept of ‘good walls make good neighbors’, doesn’t exist in my home town. Houses merge with the elements of nature and appear to be part of it .There are no concrete walls to bar the scenic beauty or corrupt the mind. Every house is accessible. A steaming cup of Darjeeling tea and a warm smile is what you’ll find at the very threshold, the rest of the courtesies follow. There are no inhibitions or reservations. You don’t need to book a time and date to visit a neighbour or a good friend. Such a practice is known only to doctors with an endless list of visitors. However, there’s a concession there too if the attendant happens to be a ‘gaon ko bhai or daju’ (neighbourhood acquaintance) and apparently, that’s always the case as everyone knows everyone.
People in my hometown are ONE and that ‘Oneness’ can be breathed in the air itself.
Like the Marigolds and Chrysanthemums, their hearts are always in bloom, ever willing to give and receive. Nature’s bounty adorns their life, therefore, they need no modern day 'Detoxing' and 'Destressing' therapies. Simplicity of the mind and spirit will see them through it all.

MENTAL BLOCK

This happens to me quite often when the creative juices refuse to flow and all I can do is scratch my head. Yet , even in that dire state there's this deep urgency to vent out my idiosyncracies in 'black and white'.
For rescue , I sheepishly try to ape the Greeks and invoke the 'MUSE' but alas, I forget which one to address. Age is taking it's toll I suppose; got to be honest here.
In this dark and sombre Friday evening(seems like midnight to me atleast), I might invoke the wrath of the 'furies' instead!
It's my weekend and I'm supposed to be outdoors making the most of the cool weather.

Hence, without further 'ado', let me bid 'adieu'; I shall go on with my 'ramblings' when the time is 'fair.

DEATH OF A FRIEND

My friend died an early death,
No, not a natural one;
But a well calculated timely one

He died so he could
prowl the dead of the night
And wreck havoc.