Envisaged Soul

The big 3 O as they call it… While most people are anxious about this supposedly life changing number, there are others who embrace the change and even few who are indifferent to it. I consider myself one of those who feel indifferent to it. In the last couple of years as I was nearing this number and watching others around me nearing this age, I was trying to understand why people made such a big deal about it. Was it because of social-cultural expectations? Was it biological changes? Was it because of human nature to psychologically group phases of your life in decades? Perhaps a mixture of everything. And so I picked each of these questions and tried to answer them for myself to understand better why it’s not so special to me. Social Expectations: While social expectations play an important part in everyone’s life, it only brushes me on the surface. Turning 30 and being unmarried is quite aggressively looked down upon by societies in India if not other places. The expect

Live It, Love Yourself, Laugh It Off It is human nature to be unsatisfied, to want more, to succumb to expectations and external pressures. And to make things worse the neighbour’s grass always appears to be greener. Any person’s life will revolve around one of/some of/many of/all of the following things Career: Power, Money, Knowledge, etc. People: Family, Friends, Partner, Colleagues, and Society, etc. Interests: Hobbies, dreams, and passions, etc. What you do is mostly your choice, and off course there are some unfortunate people who may not have a choice for various reasons. But this is more for people who are not so unfortunate and who have tons of choices in the world to be happy but don’t do shit about it. I am so tired of hearing the statements or being asked questions such as... “Work hard!”, “But you can make more money!”, “Just follow your dream/passion!”, “What will people think/say?”, ”When are you getting married?”, “Why don’t you buy a new car?”. Many people str

A Steady Rock, a Lost Soul and a Long Journey She opened her eyes at that time of the day and it was still unusually bright. Everything that happened, just before those eyes were shut, was far behind, lost and gone, but not forgotten. What was present was that very moment. She could feel the presence of the four elements. The water that was flowing over her feet. The wind that was blowing on her face. The earth that she took rest upon and the sun that was shining bright above. She was far, far away from home, alone but not lonely, on a new journey, a foreign land, surrounded by people that spoke a different tongue, and saw things very different from what she was used to. In that unfamiliar territory, the elements were the only things that felt familiar to her, everything else mostly unknown. She could make herself acquainted to her surroundings, if she sought to. She was tempted to divulge in a dip and swim away into the horizon of that lake, but she chose not to. This day had a

"Not all those who wander are lost; not all that is over is past" ~ John Ronald Reuel Tolkien Saying ‘goodbye’ is never easy for the young warrior, but she knew it was sometimes more important than saying‘hello’. Her life would not be lived until all of the unwritten stories of her book were ventured and in its own way calibrated to completeness. In order for her to arrive to that satisfaction of a new story, she had to move on from comfort and explore the changes all around her, else it was not worth a story at all. It was time to bid farewell to the Knight, for his teachings with the Warrior were done. She could see a 'goodbye' from various perspectives. Did it mean that their stories would never coincide? Or did it mean that their stories would take different turns? Or could it possibly be that there could be new stories played with different characters in the future? The Warrior was no longer just a warrior, and yet, not a knight. She was now baptized by

When reality feels like a dream… After a long, tiring, week day finally came to an end, I free fell across my bed to relax and take a moment to myself. These moments are usually spent having more like a retrospective discussion with myself. This morning when my mind woke up for the first time from deep sleep, I knew what I was about to open my eyes to. I could sense your presence right beside me. I lifted my heavy eyelids while I felt my cheeks make way for a smile only to see your beautiful face right in front of me. And in what may have been minutes, felt like few moments I admired your face as if detailing every inch of your skin. I watched you slowly open your charming eyes that stared right back at me, and those luscious lips broaden a smile on your face. The Silence of Breath had intrigued my conscience with hopes and dreams. At this moment all that was just about to come true. All those wishes had passed on from dusk to dawn. The comfort of laying there in your arms

To Live and to Love the Rains... Most people I know sigh at the thought of rains. Personally, I don't understand it. I for one love the rains. I love almost everything about it. I enjoy right from watching the rains sitting by the window eating brownies, drinking coffee, right up to playing football and getting drenched in it. Long drive/ride in the rain, sometimes even a swim.. Yeah I know what you non lovers are thinking! Why would I want the rain when i’m already wet in the pool and its cold. But its just something about it, that very few people get. One fine Sunday, summer afternoon, I was lazing in my balcony and whiling away my time waiting for evening and the sun set. I don’t really enjoy everything that comes with the blaring heat even though I come from a very hot and humid place along the west coast. And no doubt I loved the coast not because of the hot beaches, but because of the cool ocean that I could swim in after a long, sweaty game of football or volleyball