It was a different spiritual journey. For those who can’t meditate the conventional way, give rigorous physical activity a chance. It requires focus and discipline that has a much needed calming and soothing effect.
Category: Reflections
Lodhi Garden – evening walks….
Last week, as I walked in Lodhi Garden with a full moon keeping me company in a winter evening, despite the Delhi air being of ‘poor’ quality, I tried to understand what about it is so enchanting.
Hitting Ground Zero
So as it turns out, dengue, both medically (potentially) and metaphorically, gave me a new lease of life. It helped me bury my failures and losses and let me resurrect afresh.
About enemies…..
Enemies are not always other people, often our enemy is our own thought process, our beliefs or lack of them or even ideas that are taking the outside environment by storm!
Its a s’he’ thing…..
I never took gender classes at university, in fact I have avoided them feeling that it may shape my world view in a certain way. Still I find myself constantly battling gender sensitivities and insensitivities in my interactions.
Waves of solitude….
What is it about watching the oceans that makes one nostalgic, remember people and places, and wonder about life?
Room with a view
Standing at the glass panes is a de-stressor for me. In the expanse spread out before me I see so many things – observe new facets of the city. Traffic weaves it way in the roads below, life gushes forth everyday as people mill the streets, and birds encircle the sky.
Pietermaritzburg – a glimpse of history
Mohandas Karamchand Gandhi was unceremoniously thrown off the train at Pietermaritzburg in the night. The momentous journey to India’s freedom had begun on that railway station.
Travel: elixir for life
It was like the entry into in a Universal Studios set, where one moment you are in line and the next moment you are living a fantasy. Failure, I thought, hits you in a similar fashion; suddenly out of nowhere, except that you know it’s been lurking in the dark all along.
Of memory prisms
One realizes as the years pass that parents never go away from our lives. At happy moments, more so in sad ones, they come unbidden in thoughts. Also, as time goes by one understands them more, in a way one never did when they were around.
themindprism - sadhna shanker 