Doodles of the Insane

What are we? We raise tombs, inside us. We close gates, across us. We build walls, around us. We don’t open up ourselves to everyone. We sense and safeguard our something. Something could be anything. A cherished memory. A painful scar. A past trauma. A missing soul. An insatiable desire. An unreachable dream. We let a selected few   inside our inner sanctum, hoping they would find a way. So, we don’t scream,   as we are being stripped layer by layer, by them, of our insecurities and confusions, of our hopes and fears. As we let the one   peel our skin and fascia, alive, to gain access into our naked core, We do muffle into our whispers, to let them continue, to see if they have got   the courage to handle us. Building mazes within ourselves, we hope that our loved ones, will be lost inside us forever. Caught in between white and black, We realize that we are neither and We fear to ...

Six months back, I found my life spiraling back into yet another black hole and so I was lost in a limbo. I tried to regain myself with various modalities of rejuvenation. I researched about the different types of meditation techniques available and came upon this name called “Vipassana”. It rang a bell somewhere in the corner of my mind. As I traced the origin of the sounds, I realized that one of my favorite author Yuval Noah Harari (author of sapiens) had recommended the same in his recent book, “21 Lessons for the 21st century” and found it a life changing experience. So I dug more into this ancient technique called “Vipassana Meditation”, said to be discovered by Buddha and transmitted across centuries by a line of dedicated teachers. Vipassana literally means awareness of sensations. The main things that attracted me to this meditation was that it was non-religious(open to all religion) and non-commercial(completely free).But the rules of the course were scary. It ...

As you are sitting by the window seat, a continuous gush of air rush through, you try to open your eyes against it, but you are blinded by the wind. Streaks of visions of a passing tree, an abandoned ruin, an ever flowing blue river, the green farms, the omnipresent reddish sun, flash across your retina. Tired of reflecting everything outside, you try to change your focus onto something closer. The glass of the window pane, falls in perfect place, and resonates and reverberates a beautiful soul. A soul that is as beautiful as you and your journey. As you shift gears through the cries and crisis, you wonder at your resilience and strength. You update yourself with tips and tricks, that would feature in Quotes and Bolds, in your future book titled, “How to survive”. You are realising the simple truth that Self comes first; That Self exile and isolation are quintessential now and then, to preserve your integrity   and to prevent ...

Rendezvous. noun a meeting at an agreed time and place. How on earth, does this possibility and probability work? Do the great mathematicians of the past and future have any idea about what I am rambling here? They say the world is filled with 7 billion people.   And each of them meet new people in their lives, everyday. Some come as interesting and intriguing. Some flames die out after a while. Some merely make it into the next hour of their memory. Some last a day, a week, a month or an year. But some have this unique identity and a peculiar intimacy, that can persist and etch an imprint on their memory for a lifetime or even beyond into the after-life. (if at all, something like that exists) So what were the possibilities that these two ran into each other on that day, that transformed their lives forever? It was a dull, monotonous day for him.   There was nothing exciting happening around him, either in the work or in his life. The same u...

He walked in like a king, as though he had nothing to lose. The mask of cheerfulness was ever present, like pinned to his face. God must have been pretty much tired, trying to peel that mask away from him. But he persisted and survived. “Survived” would be an underrated terminology to be used in his life, perhaps. Because, he didn't just survive, he is living it with zest.   Its been a long time, now. It should be at least a minimum of two years. The last time I saw him, he was finding it hard to stand on his own legs, literally. Now, he is walking and he hasn't stopped. He hasn't given up. He has held on to hope and faith in himself, probably. Meeting some people from the past can be such a refreshing thing, when you are stuck with a pseudo label of trauma.   So, this person must be a 40 year old male, who used to visit our surgery out patient department, in Thoothukudi Government Medical College Hospital. He was a type II diabetic and his foot ulcer neve...