people ? why people ? okay, again …. a whole lot of people !

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I have been a “not a people’s person” for long. More of a reflective type and inclined to knowing the unknown, I’ve never really found pleasure in life’s mundane. I’d rather dig deeper into my own subconscious. What makes people’s behaviour may not have been a priority until it came naturally to me. Life always exposes you to the necessary, maybe this is a step to understanding its mystery.

No! I am not anti social but neither social. For me a small party of weird people serves well than a big herd of bovines.

I still wasn’t really used to interacting with everybody I’d meet till moving to a new city happened to me. My life is exposed to a new dimension, no I am not vulnerable but I’m accepting towards change. Probably I became more intelligent or I just discovered some latent powers.

For me, neither an introvert nor extrovert but hanging somewhere in the mid, meeting people is like the vicious cycle of life and death. I don’t like crowds but I neither hate people.

I think that now I better understand the types of people and their significance in my life. We all know of the sweet as sugar person who always leaves with a sour taste in our mouth. There will be people who tag you “devil worshipper”, dare not confine to their beliefs. But there will also be people who speak the truth, they are often misunderstood.

A few are the dormant volcanoes; you don’t fool around with them, do you? Scoffing is a favourite of every next idiot trying to prove his point; nobody give’s ears to them. There will also be people-the know it all type, great annoyance to those really who do while some just never arouse your “interest cells”, but we were taught ignoring is rude!

Don’t forget the “oh so social type”; always complaining a lack of time. Some are like the empty vessels which make much a sound and others the mindless few. They walk your walk and talk your talk.

Finally the type I really admire; the listener’s, Hard to find and much to value.

They all have played a significant role in transforming me to who I am today. Strong, patient, understanding -just a few keywords, I have become much more. I think I adore the fact that I’ve developed a tolerance for them all. I see myself become non judgemental, intuitive and balanced. This is not a super power of some kind, just a stronger and controlled mind maybe.

I stay thankful for meeting them, they all are great teachers and they helped me grow. It’s like Tuition without a tuition fee!

I would still not say I love meeting people, but I respect the fact it has turned me into an observer.

It’s like reading a book, not judging it by its cover.

Silence is beautiful, not always you need a conversation to know someone.

Body speaks; the eyes reflect the soul and the actions speak louder than words. Sometimes that’s all you need to understand someone.

It kind of makes me feel in possession of a supernatural power to be able see others aura. Maybe Someday I’d be able to do that but till then observance serves me well.

* image courtesy google images

Echoes of potala

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Imagine walking on an ancient road of a bustling market, making your way through crowds of avid sightseers and pilgrims. Farmers, Nobel men from lands far off, herdsmen, traders and the sick seeking cure in Lhasa. Ahead is that which is standing proud, the magnificent Potala palace. A self contained township on the hill top, abode of the Dalai Lama. This stately home is also the church and parliament of Tibet, it’s the living heart of the city; focus of all thoughts and hopes. Hidden within its walls is a treasure house of gold, gems and curiosities age old. On the walls hang rich tapestries, depicting religious scenes and ancient legends.

As you walk towards the far end of a long room you see the “Inmost one”, the 13th Dalai Lama sitting on a silken cushion of saffron colour and somewhere from distance comes the sounds of the prayers of the monks, almost a whispering “ohm Mani padme hum”.

Now imagine a war, houses turning to dust. Hundreds of harmless people killed. Hear the cries of innocent men and women, the sobbing of a hopeless mother with her dead child in her lap. Feel the torture inflicted on them, the ripping of flesh with a roll of the whip, the oozing of blood and breaking of bones. Lhasa is looted of its wealth and the sacred writs of a kind, thrown out of their homeland its people still vain.

So much the horrors of Tibet’s suffering, its echoes still reverberating strong in me.

It maybe history but it still causes me grief, why I feel so I’ll tell you in brief. I feel the hurt, anger and pain; you may call it empathy, past life’s connection or something else.

History stands witness to doom of nations so meek. They have pleaded for help, who heard them is the question indeed!

Are we so full of ourselves or are we blind or are we so inhuman to ignore their plight? Cannot we stand together for Tibet?

The world is but a one big family and isn’t it what a family is for?

haunted by the shadows from the past

September 13th, just as foreboding the date sounds comes alive the most haunting memories from recent past, I wouldn’t call it an unlucky evening where I was free of work and yet had to read a work related article that’s was soon going to have me contemplate the plight of Indian women, two years after the nirbhaya case Things haven’t really changed much have they? Her story gets lost somewhere in the stockpiles of fresh cases soon followed after but what still remains a big question “when will we get over the mentality that allows committing formidable crimes against women?

The incident doesn’t just highlight the objectionably slow judicial system but also the predominant psychology of the people. I wonder how conveniently we moved on it as a bad memory and how easily men can commit such demonic acts n walk away proud and guiltless. Just as I come across a blatant eve teasing act in the posh locality of Delhi, walking myself back home not in the odd late night hour but in pink of the setting sun, I thought of all that could go wrong no matter how safe the presence of personal security guards or people on the streets should have made me feel, the incident took a rebirth in my mind, haunting me again.. and questioned myself what if things had taken an ugly turn, what would I have done and with all these doubts n fear in my mind and an ever so eager urge to reach back to the safety of my house. Now that I am back in the comforting safety of the four walls , I am ever so afraid of going out after dark.

This is our city and our country; let’s celebrate them like we celebrate our women. We murder them, we rape them but we also call them sister /mother/wife/daughter. “So what if you raped a woman the Ganges is there to wash off your sin!

as it comes ..

“La vie comme il faut “is what I have been saying to myself for some time now. i have given up everything i do not want to do or found myself ill fitted for and finally unleashed what has been lying dormant inside of me, for what seems to be aeons. For some people what i am doing is a “faux pas” – and i have never understood why someone with an MBA cannot be into journalism or shift to it. But life and times have now taught me to take counsel of others, but always follow my own heart and finally I am doing what I have always wanted to do.  I’ve never really lived away from my family for too long although I’m very independent and prefer to do things on my own. But living alone has brought me an extra strength and confidence, and specially living in a city like Delhi, it is brave isn’t it? I’ve been doing a lot of exploring the city alone and I’m falling in love with it, right from its bustling local markets heavily laden with all kinds of beautiful nothings, its gargantuan malls and shopping centres, to its awe-inspiring monuments – the city has just so much to offer. The people are surely crazy , they sound frustrated and angry most of the time , putting up a fracas on almost anything , a kind of madness I am not much used to and so far not afraid of. However with all its good and bad things, I’ve come to liking this place and the new phase i am going through, c’est joie de vivre!! Isn’t it? There are times in life when you need to travel alone to discover the “YOU” inside you and I’m glad I got my chance. Lao Tzu once said “a journey of a thousand miles begins with a single step “I’ve taken mine, let’s see how it unfolds from here and now.

The girl by the river side

She might not be the most beautiful girl you would have ever known , but she definitely has her charm on roll , shes one of the kind who will never tell you her secret only to let you dig in for yourself. she has hair that is wavey like the ocean trail,beautiful and dark like the night sky, long and smooth like the river flows.she has the forehead of a thinker and believer with brows that rise and fall in the perfect place , her eyes glisten and are the darkest brown with a tiny sparkle shining like a crown and they  speak ever so loud but not they show a trace of proud.she has compassion in her heart that shows on her smile and when she laughs the dimples on her cheek emerges like a ripple on serene waters of a lake. her skin is white not a spotless but a clear white,a timeless glow that adorns her face and the rosy lips you will surely gaze and when the hair falls down her shoulder,its the silk and perfume that dazes you so, you get lost in her charm she’s sacrosanct, shes the girl,she is pristine. i saw her by the river side and her beauty kept all my thoughts away for a while , i was lost in the mystery of the woman i saw and i stood there in silence with the reminiscence of my sight , for her beauty shall never leave this place in my mind.

a waterfall of thoughts

“La vie comme il faut “is what I have been saying to myself for some time now. i have given up everything i do not want to do or found myself ill fitted for and finally unleashed what has been lying dormant inside of me, for what seems to be aeons. For some people what i am doing is a “faux pas” – and i have never understood why someone with an MBA cannot be into journalism or shift to it. But life and times have now taught me to take counsel of others, but always follow my own heart and finally I am doing what I have always wanted to do.  I’ve never really lived away from my family for too long although I’m very independent and prefer to do things on my own. But living alone has brought me an extra strength and confidence, and specially living in a city like Delhi, it is brave isn’t it? I’ve been doing a lot of exploring the city alone and I’m falling in love with it, right from its bustling local markets heavily laden with all kinds of beautiful nothings, its gargantuan malls and shopping centres, to its awe-inspiring monuments – the city has just so much to offer. The people are surely crazy , they sound frustrated and angry most of the time , putting up a fracas on almost anything , a kind of madness I am not much used to and so far not afraid of. However with all its good and bad things, I’ve come to liking this place and the new phase i am going through, c’est joie de vivre!! Isn’t it? There are times in life when you need to travel alone to discover the “YOU” inside you and I’m glad I got my chance. Lao Tzu once said “a journey of a thousand miles begins with a single step “I’ve taken mine, let’s see how it unfolds from here and now.