In Trance!

Is life an amalgam of moments we feature in or Is it a compilation of moments we breathe -

As I sit back to wonder, shutting myself out from the hurly burlies of the outside world, I find myself tuned to a rhythm...

A rhythm ..embracing my soul with its lyrics..

Life is nothing but a song threaded together with the notes we create, chords we strum and the paras we play..

Melody is in the snippets, our heart pulsates... Music is in the moments, our sweat shines...

Life is not a series of moments granted but an harmonic progression of crazy things we do and can't explain...

It's about giving all you got to make things happen....

....It's about living and loving!!

New Norm

Trying to find reasons that are best unrevealed,
Exposing wounds that were once healed,
Attempting to explain away imprinted thoughts,
while holding back in search of the miracle lost…
at times, gets one to the introduction of an uninvited yet self-nourished demeanor!

Born and raised to ignorance of its existence, for the first time in life, the moment is not of self defeat but Recognition and Regard…

Never would the welcome of the countenance be so grand..
Never would the revelation of self be so informed..

Seize the second..Embrace the being..
..for adoption in entirety of what is one's own..sprouts the newer self with a renewed belief...

And it is very much in moments like these that the fighting sprightliness is reborn!

Finding my way back through unmeasured steps is Celebrating contentment in a whole new way!

Rendezvous !

In consonance with an indefinable wonder, nature’s arm in form of NITIE’s campus welcomed me. Awestruck! Stepping onto the clouds for the first time, I experienced - what I would love to describe as ‘weightlessness’. Politely shaking hands with the banyans, mesmerized by beaming faces, all my futuristic fears and apprehensions seem to melt away. I could feel myself being drawn into the horizon. Lovely was the moment, lovely was the experience. Flying with dreams on my outstretched wings, I prayed for the moment to last. I prayed for all of it to be true to its existence.

And true it certainly turned out to be. “Groove”, NITIE’s induction program kick-started and shook me out of my comfort zone, pulling me through the state of self imposed lethargy. It was the time when sleep became irrelevant, circadian rhythm went in for a twist and my motto got redefined for successful execution of the assigned tasks. Bombarded with late night cases studies, experiential day light undertakings, soul search for respite seemed but natural. And when that respite unveiled from the storm –“Groove” itself, the experience was nothing short of a delight! Essence of team spirit, coordination; nub of decision making, conceptualization; regard to an opinion other than our own; and respect for diverse value system, was instilled in us all. Bestowed with friends for life, moments to cherish and pearls of wisdom, I ended up being better, wealthier and groomed.

I call it luck or I call it fortune! I have been served on the platter. From a helping hand to a guiding force, I have had a backing. “Groove” – an invitation to the challenging arena yet vibrant environment was welcoming; with smooth transition being ensured and steeping stones having being laid. All these appetizers fuel my hunger for more. Looking forward to a new experience each day - every day, I tread on and on and on…

Inspiration Rekindling the Lost Flame

It is the moments of spur, moments that shake one out of one’s own nest that goes out to define one’s upcoming life. Witnessing - the moments of finesse, moments of perfection, moments of excellence being exhibited by someone somewhere else oblivious to this bystander, one is driven to a higher level of greed - A greed that rescues the soul drowning in the hurly-burly of every day’s nonsense. Motivated by the stranger, determined to follow those forgotten dreams, one reaches out to a deeper meaning of being.

But the demurral lies hidden behind a veil. The larger question is - Is it a veil of self condolence or self instigation? Would the veil be lifted if the impact is not deep enough? Would the realization be defeated? Would one lose out to laziness? Or would one’s life be henceforth defined? It is a battle being fought by one and all. What’s to be seen is who wins and who loses out!!!

Testimony to HIS Presence...

With the whole world sustained in her arms and its beauty expressed in her eyes, she celebrates life by preaching and protecting her nurtured seedlings.

Oblivious to her own inherent deep seated ambitions and needs, she inexplicably sets herself upright every time to sooth the turbulence and set the pulse rate going for her offshoots. Coming close to being a stickler she not only manages to grasp their ineffable gestures but also understands and reads through their incessant thoughts. As if there was never a need for verbal expression.

Although discrete in nature yet very much connected through roots is how they are woven into a wheel by her. Devotion, commitment, trust, belief, dispassion and faith: all seem to be deriving their meaning from this thread.

What is it if not pure embodiment of love? Is service before self her motto? How can something be so invaluable that there exists no word, no phrase and no language as to define its flow?

Saluting this lady who bestows the gift of life is something I wanted to do for a long time.

Beauty of surrender !

Coming across myself in my own thoughts has been an everyday phenomenon for me after having rediscovered the lost spark! But whenever I happen to pay unpremeditated visits to all those precious moments that define the change I experience today, I miserably fail! I fail in binding the foundation of this change into a web of reasoning. I cannot help but marvel at the presence of a supreme power, a magical influence so powerful as to form a canopy, encircling me and protecting me. Being awake and very much alive to this beauty of surrender brings with it the joy of assurance. I celebrate this contentment and so goes the topic of this blog.

I allow myself to fly back to 2008-2009 grounds on the wings of memories. Deeply in love with the idea of researching and exploring Biotechnology, I was all set to take off my dream flight into the land of PhD. But as was destined to happen, on several occasions thereafter, through numerous unplanned discussions with both known and unknown faces, I was made to visualize the existence of an alternate tunnel, a passage that was for me to tread. I was ready to witness the turning of tides. But what triggered the transition? Who was shuffling the cards for me? What gave me the foresight? While struggling to find an answer, I revved up my engine for the challenge that was to come, a challenge by no means small or unimportant. With the passage of time, it brought up its formidable character. It became increasingly evident as to why it was to be feared.

But all along my walk through the jittery waters, I have been accompanied by a guiding force, an invisible hand nursing my dream and articulating it in the direction best suited for me. In my questions lay the answer. My flight is now about to land in an uncertain territory. Holding onto my passenger seat, I take a look around and find my mind and heart set to peace. Experiencing the magic every moment, I pray for the everlasting steadfast support and blessings of my family and friends that have been instrumental in fueling this drive.

Turning a new leaf

Twiddling my thumbs is what I have been up to lately, ever since I failed to hold onto my dreams. But today was certainly not supposed to be the day as usual. I could feel it right from the moment I opened my eyes. With sun rays smiling down to me and swaying curtains welcoming me I embraced the happy sensation. While, closing my eyes and hugging myself tight enough to prevent any escape of that fleeting moment, I began to cherish what had been for long missing in my life. I for one had stopped being myself. I knew today was a new day. Stepping into the preliminary stage (I demand an excuse for importing “preliminary” right from the examination papers. But, I found no other apt word. All management aspirants would sympathize for I have just been over with the written phase), I daintily entered the kitchen only to flap my eyes in amazement. My mother looking absolutely no less than a fairy queen sported a reassuring smile. I was by now convinced that the scary dream of being no one landing nowhere would never transpire into reality. I would never ever let that happen. A sense of belonging to oneself was homing in on me. Taking small steps towards my room, I felt being answered in silence. By the time I switched on my window into the world of friends waiting to gossip (For those who could not guess, I am talking about my computer), I was willing to lead my life with a new spirit. Uncertain but aware, I found myself doing what I am best at: making plans. Like the Indian Government, I am a strong recommender of setting up committees, drawing out plans (yes you are right in the given case I am the sole karta dharta) but unlike the government officials, at the risk of blowing my own trumpet, I admit, I am pretty good at implementation and execution. Although, only when the situation is demanding urgency and there is no escape route. Now, that sounds a little contradictory but just like any other student, I have my own way of playing away with words just to make sure I succeed in justifying almost everything. But today was supposed to be different and I was discovering and enjoying this by each passing moment. I was being drawn into the riveting beauty of silence. I was celebrating my new found friendship with silence. It was then, when one of my friends said hello through that window and I saw silence fading away through the shadows of those swaying curtains out of the kitchen window. Shattered out of no tangible reason, I decided to fight it out with that friend for disturbing me only to realize my folly of sending an open invitation by displaying the green dot. While replying out for courtesy sake, having forgotten she was not just any friend but my best friend, I witnessed yet another wonderful bond, a bond of togetherness. She was bringing me closer to myself. Having known me for uncountable moments, she understood me without me having to put it in words. It is on her suggestion that I am exploring the writer in me. Today is no doubt a special day. I have found in myself a new spark, a new reason to be. Although, it would not be easy to decipher and single out the source of this unabated happiness but this is surely the unfurling of a new chapter in my life. I intend to tread my life from now on with this renewed belief in myself. I would keep this burning magic alive.