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The Mountains

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'What is it about the mountains that resonates within me?' As I ponder over this question which just conjured in my mind, as my bus takes a hairpin bend in one of the many twining roads of Dharmshala on our way back to Delhi. Just to give, a bit of an over view, this is not the first time this question has popped up in my mind, but it has been the case many a times, and it disappears since, I involve myself in other things that constitute our normal, day-to-day life. But this time, it is different I consciously think over it a bit deeply since, I have all the time in the world, and a flood of recent moments that will soon become memories that will always lit up my face when introspecting in future.  As the bus takes another turn in the winding roads of the mountain, all I can see is the magnanimous silhouette of mountains that line the road, the cloudy night sky and occasional stream of light from the vehicles passing by. There is something about the mountains that ...

From Galleries to Metro Stations

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Came across this beautiful piece of artwork inside Dabri Mor Metro Station while returning home on a bad day. To say, this sight ' made my day ' would just be an understatement . Beyond being just a way of beautification by DMRC; have we drifted apart ...or is it just me ...that our waning steps towards art has now coaxed it (art) to step out of galleries & museum, to come closer to us & find a place in our lives. Roads, flyovers, subways, buildings, concretes,...are essential....but draw so much of our selves...leaving us sapped and parched . That's when sights such as these just make the journey pleasing and worthwhile. Clearing us of unpleasant emotions, frustrations...& the everyday dust. Months back, I had come across this random thought;  ' The purpose of art is washing the dust of daily life off our souls .' Now, I can't agree more.

Meaning of MahaShivratri

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  Scrolling through the numerous customary Shivratri wishes on WhatsApp while enjoying the morning breeze sitting inside a bus, my head wheeled out to a distant, abstract thought, of, we all being Shiva in our individual journeys of life. Just as Shiva, the vairagi , the renouncer , is gently cajoled into being a householder , come into the maintream life. As a renouncer, though he is detached and free of some duties, but as a householder, he can be seen performing responsibilities that in totality lead to his achieving - self actualization , the ultimate purpose of an individual. Likewise, in a cosmic way , we all are born as Shiva, free and boundless, however our interaction with the world, the every day hustle, the struggle, is prakriti (Shakti, Parvathi) , churns us towards our ultimate goal of being our best self. Maha Shivratri in this case then becomes the unison of our boundless selves with the Prakriti, the world around us!

Untangled ๐Ÿ•Š️

Untangled ๐Ÿ•Š️ Scrolling through a slew of Instagram posts yesterday evening...came across a recent video of a policeman, on duty, saving a pigeon, entangled between some sharp strings. The cop managed to get on top of his car, save the pigeon (it didn't just stop at that), and rushed it to a veterinary hospital. Clearly, a gesture out of the way and not in KRAs of the cop. As the evening slipped into night, and new dawn emerged, some visuals kept juxtaposing in the mind.  Throwback to memory, over a couple of decades old, of a man strangling two innocent sparrows with a rope, as a thing of amusement and show-off. Years passed, but the visual stayed. So did the disgust, repulsion to this inhuman. In a strange way, nature completed the circle. The bird finally got untangled. ๐Ÿ•Š️

เคเค• เค…เคŸเคฒ เคธी เค›เคตि

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                                   เคเค• เค…เคŸเคฒ เคธी เค›เคตि เคเค•  เค…เคŸเคฒ เคธी เค›เคตि , เคนै เค…เคŸเคฒ เค•े เคธ्เคตเคญाเคต เคฎें। เค•ुเค› เค‰เคธเค•े เค…ंเคฆाเฅ› เคฎें,  เคนै, เค…เคŸเคฒ เคธी  เค›เคตि। เค•्เคฏा เคตเคน เคนै, เคธिเคฐ्เคซ, เคถเคฌ्เคฆों เค•ा เคœाเคฆू ? เคฏा, เคฎเคจोเคนเคฐ เคต्เคฏเค•्เคคिเคค्เคต, เคฆृเฅเคคा เค•ा เคฎेเคฒ? เคฏा เคฐเคšเคจाเค•ाเคฐ เค•ी เคฐाเคœเคจैเคคिเค• เค•เคตिเคค, เคฎเคฐเคฃोเคชเคฐांเคค, เคœो เค…เคกिเค— เค…เคฎเคฐ เคนै। เคนाँ, เคฏเคน เคตเคนी เคนै, เคœिเคธเค•ी 'เคฎौเคค เคธे เค เคจी เคนै'। เคตः 'เค—ीเคคों ' เค•ा เคงเคจी เคนै, เคœिเคธเค•ी เค…เคŸเคฒ เคธी เค›เคตि เคนै । เคฏे เค•ैเคธी เค›เคตि เคนै? เคœीเคตเคจ เคช्เคฐเคคिเคฌिเคฎ्เคญ เคฎें, เคœो เคฒเค—เคคी 'เคฎृเคค्เคฏु เคธे เคฌเฅœी เคนै'। เค‡เคคिเคนाเคธ เค•ी เคช्เคฐเคฌเคฒ เค•เฅœी เคนै, เค—เคฐเคœเคคि, เคฌเคฐเคธเคคी เค†เคตाเฅ› เคเค• เคตเคนी เคนै, เค…เคŸเคฒ เคœिเคธเค•ी เค›เคตि เคนै। เคชเคฐ, เค…เคฌ เคธाँเค เคนो เคšเคฒी เคนै, เคฆेเคน, เคฎृเคค เคถเคฐीเคฐ เคนै, เคฎौเคจ เคธी เคชเฅœी, เค…เคฌ เค…ंเคค เคธे เคฎिเคฒी เคนै, เค…เคฌ เค…เค—्เคจि เค•ी เค˜เคก़ी เคนै, เคซिเคฐ เคญी....เคเค• เค…เคŸเคฒ เคธी เค›เคตि.....เคฎเคจ เคฎें เคฌเคธी เคนै।                                                                       ...
Nothing tastes bitter than tasting one's ego.

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