Aur Bhaijaan

"Aur Bhaijaan"

He greets you in a deceptively commonplace way when you meet him for the first time - an ordinary comfortable stance, friendly smile and a kind voice. You start a journey of friendship, and he talks to you about every day things like work and life. But something in his words makes you feel as if he knows what you've been through. This is something beyond natural verbal empathy - especially every time he takes a pause to reflect over the thoughts, every time he shuffles unspoken ideas in his mind trying to find a small thing he can do which could help you in a big way - it suddenly enlightens hope in the garden of your dark sullen thoughts. And that is what makes him special in a very simple way. When you share tiny instances of what pains you bothers you deep inside, you don't notice it but suddenly you know that you can just flow. Because you found a friend who lowers his eyes not in pity but in a silent gesture of support and an intention to help you any way he can.
You never see a scorn on him over something that is lost or missed, and it fascinates you how he can find extraordinary ordinary methods to induce happiness. Like chai. He believes in simple ideas of life, but ones you can keep talking about with him for hours. I think somewhere deep down staying friends with him makes you acknowledge the smaller things in life, because maybe one day those will be the big things.

Look what I found!

Simple Lessons

I don't know about past and future lives, but there is one running right now. And it is this one that we can concern ourselves with. In fact it is, most of the times, too full of things to fill in one life, but we do stuff chunks of it here and there, wanting to be smart - the best we can.

But most pieces sometimes appear to be a derivation from randomness, one that absolutely makes no sense. And except swirling in the by-lanes of the mind, they do have no concrete possibility of humanly control or convergence towards a logical strategy that could be understood joining the pieces back into a larger picture as they say.

Instead, it tests you as it stretches you, and every time you flex a muscle suddenly it bends you over exactly right there. It is a pile of stories in the back-end of an insanely unconscious mind, pieces that have no contextual relevance to events which are real and tangible. None of the interpretation is real but such contradiction is life that they and not the reality define the reality.

Thank you.

No fancy date. Just a 2nd January. Time to get back to work. But wait something's pending...

As 2018 commences, this is a small note of gratefulness, gratitude and thanks (not sure if they mean the same thing) that I wanted to record for a few things, some of which might be small and others large, but are in no particular sequence.

Health. Happiness. Strength to survive the odds. Care. Smiles. Friends. Friendship. Travel. Love. Fortune. New experiences. New food. Good food. International flights. Free pints. Drive in LA. Golden Bridge. Chocolates for folks. Cute puppy. Garden sunbaths. Honda City rides. Jaypee University hideouts. Lift romance. S.Q.U.A.T.S. Good team. Good projects. Good guide. Friends and marriages. Bangalore. College friends. Khataara bike rides. Amazing catch-ups. Google. Flipkart. Ranchi. Countryside rides. Beautiful bride. Friend's family. Happy journeys. Goa. Beaches. Yamaha Fascinos. Roasted Chicken. Almonds. Cabo de Rama. Movies. Short movies. Toastmasters. 

Goodbye SportsVilla!

The Day of Isolation

When my father woke me up today morning, sprinkling a few droplets of cold water on my face, I awoke from a trance. Interestingly, this trance was not limited to a dream I was lost in for the most of that night, but also the same hard-coded workflow which infected my mind every morning - to sync myself up in the usual order of getting ready and leaving for office, while thinking of office work as I rode the 26 kilometers, partially consumed by thoughts of home, family, friends, career, life and future.
But today was a different morning.
It was almost like a revelation when I got back from all these thoughts onto the corner of my bed, and as I closed my eyes, I could see myself floating in the dimension of time. The image was intriguing - eyes softly closed, my limbs suspended in nothingness, I could feel a vast infinite ether moving fast and ahead, whilst I kept myself afloat faintly feeling it rub past my every microscopic length of my body.
It synchronized perfectly with every fragile piece I've heard and learned about life being an illusion.
In that moment I could visualize time as a vast exhaustive dimension each and every one of us 'living' being is trapped in. So howsoever you laugh, cry, beg, plead, shout, run, or stay - time would just smile back and keep moving. It was this thought which produced a few instant words -

"When time is slowly moving. And you can almost feel it. You can't grab it. You can't bully it to stop. It silently smiles at you, looks forward and keeps moving."

Musings

Imagine a world where the rules of the Universe govern your action, and all you have to do is to submit to them.
When your effort equals zero physical work and all you have to do is to exist in ecstasy and see the cosmic interplay.
When even if your fingertips touch anything material, it brings you slightly closer into a deeper level of consciousnes, seamlessly.
An experience of possibility, no matter what; unlike the real world, which is marred by impossibilities.
Where when a window for possibility is opened, a billion more things are rendered impossible. Is it worth the effort?
But why do I surrender my life to chance and will? Why do I surrender the capacity to understand, comprehend and evaluate.
What if someone really wants to escape from this existing present world to a different world - how does that purpose survive in these practical restrictions - yet an experience of an infinite universe.

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(February 2016)

This is not for you and I don't want you to read it because none of it makes sense, and never will because this is to capture a moment, or a couple of them, as I see them passing by in front of my eyes - Some as soon to be forgotten memories, others right here, as I tap these buttons without any plausible method to give shape and meaning to a billion thoughts as they swim through a small universe of my conscience wailing shrieking crying at the top of their voice yet unheard, but nonetheless they wouldn't ever stop as they form a reflection of life which never stops as well, and where there are no full stops except one where you don't have a choice and just like a pack of cards it all comes falling down, not too different from where I stand right now, tiny collapses as the days pass by, a day more to look around at a world you didn't understand and have no clue of whether you ever would, because it's alien and your perspectives, understanding and logic hold no significance, where...