Scared .. Huh ...

You are almost half dead, if you don’t express yourself now, when will you… whom are you afraid of .. my dad asked me yesterday… He is in his early eighties and I am in my early fifties.. what a hard hitting statement.. the old man meant it.. he still writes 14 hours a day and doing well for himself.. I don’t read much of his writing though.. In fact I don’t read at all.. he was encouraging me to write … a short novel and he himself being a journalist and having authored many novels in the local language in southern India… he believes I have some strength to write… I have scribbled here and there and not really communicated much.. I am not too sure… am I afraid.. of expressing myself… a new rage came in to me and said. … are you afraid of expressing yourself… what are you afraid of… is this a mental block or your personality… BEING AFRAID… oh .. No man , thoughts don’t flow… there is no beginning , no mid story line , no ending to .. then what is the point in expressing… I can write for my pleasure.. tear of those pages or push the file into recycle bin and forget about it.. or push it into my blog and I am sure the vault there is super safe.. it is no man’s land … no visitors.. a quite corner and I can read when I want to and “ afraid of” .. did he touch a point of “expression “ and I kept asking myself the root of expression, the desire to express… sometimes you don’t express at all and Be Still… do you say.. communications are all gone… R the communications noisy… are all the days like your Monday Morning. There is going to be a fusion of combined energies.. energy to communicate and the energy to stay STILL… both at the same time.. nice to imagine.. at absolute stillness I am sure your potent is at the Peak… it is at the very very root … like my famous seed which is struggling to sprout… I am not alone, I am sure everyone needs to package their product.. be it you e commerce initiative or your mission as a teacher… express what… Is it fiction where you drive people into fantasy and you make a couple of bucks and live happily ever after or you write where you don’t care about a single reward and may be after many years you go away… some one picks it up and says .. WoW.. opposites.. Extremes they met .. True..

Celebrating the Possibility

Picture by Prachi Jalan Age 6

After 3 decades friends decide to meet, thoughts fly effortlessly and slides... This pause and rewind will do lot of good to live up the next new life..

R Butterflies Free

Quickly started a New Blog RButterfliesfree and wrote the first feel, the mind of a butterfly.. why a separate blog and why did I not continue in this .. the free butterfly is a maverick, this doesnt have any rules, regulations ... is it the real thing or does it look like that and do they have territories and limitations and there is a song there...

Robot

Picture by Prach jalan, age 6

If all of us including Nature and the Cosmos are Pre Programmed Robots, we can laugh at everything, every event which happens within us and outside us. Cheers.

All of us Come and Go

Butterfly came into the house.. Was flying here and there as if it was searching for something.. Left as it came.. felt blessed.

Illusions - fog

My colleague shouted " Where Am I" It was dense fog, very late in the night when the calendars have turned an hour ago, nature in its completeness, panicked for a while, I kept telling myself "Experience the Experience" - "You will not get this back again". Gently I could even smile when he had to ask " Where Am I" to a few drunken gypsies who were going back with country made drums on their shoulders and they replied "wherever".. Moment of truth, revelation .. as I experienced a glimpse of the great saint asking " Who Am I"..

I started Listening

Picture by Prachi Jalan, Age 6

I was searching for this song for too long and today I got it, listened as if I cannot listen to this any more, the music, the lyrics, the spirit got into my DNA, sometime u loose yourself to that, that - which is unknown, which you will never know ever - how much one tries. May be one looses to something unknown & unknowable - always.