Open your eyes of wonder

Two weeks after my trip to Agra, this time I was heading to Uttarakhand - a land where my parents and their ancestors were born. The train in which I was traveling, a thought catches me and SWOOSH... I was thinking - how wonderful is this thought of realizing the universe working all around us. 

 

Modern Science explains, since Big-Bang, the Universe or the Space as we know it continues to expand to till date. And with this expansion, the galaxies and our Solar System is entering further deep into the space. In this perspective, the planet on which we exist, is like a giant sphere that has water in 3/4 portion and land in one-fourth. And whether you live on North Pole or South Pole, or located on the Equator, you never fall-off the Earth into the space. There is water that flows and wind, that blows quietly. More to wonder, from Himalayas to Grand Canyon, it has all this much, of which you and I too are a part of - move, 24x7, with the moving of planet Earth in the space. And all this time, when I, you or anyone else eat, drink and sleep, or takes a train, or does anything; the laws and forces of this planet remains undisturbed, unperturbed. But at the same time, the planet itself goes more and more deeper into the space and travel unknown to its depths. 

 

So, I was sitting in the train and I realize this one particular thing: when the whole eternity is moving in time, I am sitting in this train that runs on two parallel tracks and is considerably risky to derailment or meet with an accident especially when it's going so fast. Yet it never fall off-tracks unless any outside factors are involved.

At the same time, I ponder in awe - the Universe is expanding. We are entering deeper and deeper in the space and yet how sitting so quietly, unaware and untouched from any of this. Isn't it kind of scary and ingenious too, that we are constantly moving into the space and yet how unaware of it? That we are time traveling and yet how unknown to this? And at this point your eyes of wonder open. Every crap-natured thought we think of - i.e. ego, politics, race, religion, success or wealth - all sorts of things, disappear. Our differences disappear. Our arguments sink and appear dwarf. In that moment, I felt great of to be alive to see through this nature of truth.

A Funny Story

I was waiting at a stall to seek my share of Puchkas from the vendor, while he was busy in attending me and some other customers. So I was waiting, when a man with his wife and kid come in. As he was busy in attending us, this family stood waiting. The man had the child sitting on his shoulder and the man was singing freely, enjoying without being bothered about anyone around. And on his face, it was apparent that he is having a good time. But I did not understand what badgered the wife in something as harmless as a song that she shut-up the man with a single blow of sarcasm.

"Is it important to be a singer here?" - she said and immediately the man goes off. I, who was seeing this from a distance, burst out with laughter so hard that I almost choked on the Gol-Gappa and coughed. It was in that awkward moment I suspect, they had caught me.

However, the man then asked the child, how did you get this injury, Beta. But before the kid could answer, the woman punched the man on the hand hard enough that I heard it; and the kid responded...

Umm... Papa main gir gaya tha. (Father, I fell-off). By this time, I had paid for my plate. So I grabbed my helmet, and took-off with a sheepish grin.

COME AGAIN FOR LOVE

I was here back then, I am here still today,
In this world…
Things were changing then, things are changing now
What has changed, continues changing, even now.
As the change is the eternal law.
This grinding in the soil, the tides in the water,
Is like the part of some great design

If yesterday was a history and future is a mystery,
Why waste time in worries unnecessary.
This blow in the air, this nomadic sky, the song in the rains,

Is like a whisper, calling us together for a dance,
As bees around blossoms, or birds in the sky,
And fish in water.
They want us to come together, closer,
And become one, with the existence,
Be the existence.

I want to fly like a bird, fall like the rain,
And rise like the sun, 
I want to live without regret,
Fear or good or bad. I want to live remorseless, 
Holding hands, wrapping arms, around you. 
Will you come and live this dream with me, together?
And come again for love?

Pieces from the Diary

Just today, I was talking to a friend. She's a journalist, and I was reading her blog. I was telling her how well she writes and also that that she should try writing her personal experiences and share it online because in news-writing, the scope of creativity is limited, and the story needs to be backed by facts and figures. This reminds me that I myself haven't shared any of my write-ups lately. And hence, this blog was conceived. Though I wrote it 2-3 months ago in my journal, I'm putting it online for some of you to read it...

Day-1

Something beautiful I felt this evening while coming back home. Standing by the door, in the Metro, I was gazing at the skies. I had the headphones plugged in and an instrumental piece in Shubha Mudgal's voice was playing on. In the sound, 'Omiya' - the song from Meera Nair's "Kamasutra: A tale of love", I experienced a state of bliss. I felt a sudden bloom of lotus flower at the center of my chest. My heart started dancing with all those lovely women sitting in the Metro. My gaze was soft like a lamp lighting in the quite. I had a vision, in which I saw that I was some kind of a light that is scattering in the universe. And every being and every life on the planet, with their own light came together to join me in the celebrations of lights. All that time I felt as if my face was glowing from its own radiance. What I felt was a bliss that was very satisfying, full of bewilderment, and life nurturing.



Day-2
The next day again I experienced something very similar to my last day's experience. However, with a little difference. I was in the Metro, walking, when I felt a bowl of water in the center of my chest. And that bowl is vast and deep, like an ocean of water. Water that is Still, Flawless, and Pure. And whichever way I was going, everything that was coming before or crossed me was submerging into that Water-Bowl, irrespective of their type, size, or any other point of distinction. And everything that submerged into it became still, became silent, as if they were in deep meditation.