Just IMAGINE that our planet earth is a giant home. In this imaginarium we being in a lot of waste? How do we discard it? By plonking it on our own earth. In some corner of the giant imaginarium. That is why we need to think about waste management. We have to recycle non biodegradable waste. And we have to stop production of such things which are disposable but not reusable. Such matter will only accumulate as waste in some corner of our imaginarium. Every product we use must find its way into the recycling factory otherwise it would only become waste. That is the zero waste target we must achieve.
Very many of our problems would disappear with one thing–rest!
In other words, resting to recovery is an automatic process. The more we rest our bodies the better it heals and in the rightful way. The more we struggle with it the more confused the healing process becomes.
To give ourselves rest is the biggest gift to the system that runs us. We as humans were born to rest, unlike what we have made out to be the case scenario. Except for movement to procure food and for play we were supposed to rest. But we introduced the element of work and the roundabout way of finding food which has destroyed the concept of rest. If work were to be eliminated the majority hours would be spent in rest as it should have been the case.
I rest my case with that
Take adequate rest; it is a natural process of healing.
We shape our personas into interesting, intimidating, influential or any such characters. Then, at the end of the trans- formative phase we begin to judge ourselves. Filled with regret for the times we let it out on others, for the time we spread violence, for the times we victimised others. And our self-love takes a dip. The right way would be to attribute it to the phenomenon called life instead of putting the blame on our metamorphical energy release. Life does it to us, we aren’t in charge. Our bruises do not show, the pain we share or imposed on others is not what we had planned to do. It happened that way. It is others who were at the receiving end of it who have to decide whether they accept you as you are, after you emerge from the storm. Your role is to start from scratch. Try and write a likeable story of relationship with everyone in your life henceforth, if life allows it.
Life is the toast master, you are in debate with yourself. Life will decide whether your points hold any strength and value, good enough to be shared with others. And if Life allows it then you have a vantage over your own past criminal behaviour. You possibly have vanquished your discomforting life and emerged into a more restful life.
Everyone in a lame situation. Unable to overcome the virus invasion. Looking to grapple with unseen forces. Not being able to see that our stagnant lifestyle might be the main culprit. That our brains’ undoing is the reason why we are not able to fight this. Time to quit on electronics and activate our muscle groups, our bodies. To walk, to run, to breathe from the nose actively. Irony is that we are ordering the opposite…to become stone like.
Let’s make a pledge to spread cheer. To begin afresh as friends who are dear. As a global family of heart- healthy buddies. As one with nature and its abundance. Let us overcome strife, sickness and trouble. Let us all become larger than our naval gazing balls of egoistically inclined heads. Do not forget that it is not any game, it happens to be life.
When should we write?
When the buck stops its rounds.
That is when the writer in you finds your own voice.
A borrowed voice puts you through rounds of verification.
Then again, inspiration is rare, a slow find. It is what establishes your credentials as a writer.
Few people I need to thank have become the few people I am with. My loyalty of emotions would always find them, near or far. Though they are reluctant to let me go away from them but it is a cusp that’d eventually slip away to hold separate loops. That is the difference between giving in and giving up: no take-aways to compensate for the numerable things that you have given away, not even learning or lessons in life. Just that association and the will to begin life exactly from where you are continuing. That continuity is your invisible, life-affirming blessing.
And the gain could be anything:
Nothing lost, nothing gained.
One has to move forward with that last feeling. That is only when the traction of old is likely to become attraction of the new. It is no special feeling, it is a blessing, a range of life that includes resignation as just another form of alignment, not win or loss. You are not making acute plans, you are not laying down expectations, you are not stating hard facts, you are not threading surreal fiction, you are not, you are not in automaton; you are not choosing. There is no pride or prejudice; there is life and continuity.
It is rare to find gems mixed in sand. Gems rub off with each other and sink the sand down. They float on the roughened sand bed, they know the water has shaped them, they know once shores are reached they’d lie aligned, that the water would no more be the force that shapes them but a gentle touch-and-go figure with power of alteration of texture or maybe even placement. These separation processes of non-aligned matter creates two worlds, not too different nor removed from each other. But the separation is so clearly materialised that nature cannot exercise its authority over them anymore to mould them, not anymore than it could earlier when they were so materialistically non-conforming, yet, co-existing with each other. Their sifting or shifting is sans wonder or worry. It is not the case for the curious or cautious. There is no baggage of complaints or barrage of accusations. It is how they came together like they had to, it is how they leave each other because they have to. It is rare. A possibility for it becoming common. A good possibility then, if it does become common. Living above law when bound by no laws.
The evening gives away to night. Few people hope. Many pass by. The sunset is a giveaway sometimes. Nobody stood around to notice its colours but. Whether of life, or of death. Nature doesn’t play to a theatre, Nature doesn’t play, at all.
The right kind of everything. The wrong kind of nothing. The basic right to live competes with the basic right to have fun. Why live if it is no fun? Why indeed. Basic way of life is the manipulation of spirit. The spiritual path is the jump from air base but once you reach solid turf there are two major options, to jump off with another air wave or follow the sound wave and find the music to kindle the path forward. Negotiating the material path, vastu shastra, feng shui and such is the realization that we cannot take things we have earned for granted, so we either want to arrange and create a more beautiful, peaceful, auspicious way forward or we want to minimize to just be comfortable and be able to focus on some greater purpose.
Keep the boom for later. Start with getting the basics right, the lack of which actually propelled you to fly in thin air. This time, get the basics right, says I to I. Don’t go seeking until you see it. Make the reality appear before you not by bhakti but by shakti.
When you sit on your nice rounded bums, you must feel comfortable and official. That is how comfortable we are with our basic rights…as long it is not reflected upon us as a luxury we could have been doing without like scores and scores of other people in our midst. That is when reality strikes us between our eyes and we feel shattered by it. Time to give? Give away how much and till how long and how will that heal us except by making us feel helpless by the scores coming and gathering around us asking for more from us. In this process we get more shattered and hopeless in our outlook, almost till we beg and become one of them.
I knew this was coming. Depression. I saw it in other people and I knew. it was going to keep bothering me too . But I also knew I am gonna fight it off like an adjustment problem. I am gonna keep my life wandering into the right tracks and getting adventurous with my humane possibilities.
I guess, depression is easier to handle when people are moving at your pace but difficult when the world around you is running off from where you are stuck. My depression is my old normal. It is where I came from before hitting the high. Thus it ought to be familiar.
I have decided to knock on other’s doors, say ‘hello’ and ‘hi’ as soon as the lockdown is declared null. I am gonna start my own magazine. And the first edition begins today. With me is the Boo club, the people of the parallel world and they watch what I do, perhaps that’s how it will all be reset for a better race towards giving up. that giving up is some years away , before that is the start-up.
I might as well start. Nature, I will make a request to elements of nature to give me the right balance, to provide me the right amount of strength and to let me engage with it in creation of that which nature will be proud of and always support.
The first question is What should I call my creation?
I have to toy with names now. I will call it ABCDs. Not thinking beyond that. Goodnight. Here’s me working on my first ABCDs edition.
Are there enough people looking for the key to a long life? Why does it seem to me that people are more prone to living life off the edge than otherwise? The moment we wake up we are sucked into a life that doesn’t care whether the day ends in disaster or not. Our routine is a balancing act between how we see work and how we see life, our personal interest is lost somewhere in between.
What is the key to a long life? And why is that question sound boring to most people? As if it doesn’t matter that the question is asked, as if it is just plain stupid to expect a long life, as if there are not reasons enough to expect such a scenario. That the one who is asking it is possibly too rich, too content, too famous, too much-achieved bitch. While we are struggling to make ends meet, as if someone wants to sell us a dream of living a long life that won’t be like anything we are living day in and day out. True that, the key to a long life is in getting over the fact that it is not about changing routine, it is about playing it as routine as possible. Avoiding confrontations completely. Being popular being boring. That’s the key. If you could manage to charm people into loving you for being a tradionalist then you have cut out a way to a safer landing after each day’s flight. Otherwise you are constantly opening a pandora’s box and dealing with ghouls, elves, goblins, fairies and the likes, magically surviving what accidents being out of line brings. The opposite of a tradionalist is more a rationalist than anything else. Asking for a reason to survival is asking the provider not to provide for you and making life challenging thus.
The key to a long life is for those who can comply.