Doodles of the Insane

Thats how I would describe or disguise this year in a word - Self Love. Looking back, I have definitely had better years before, but not anything in the immediate past, I can think of, even in this decade. A decade that’s been crucial for my growth and maturity, emotionally and psychologically. But it should also be remembered that growth and maturity are synonymous with the losses and damages inflicted upon us by life at various stages. We wish and dream that, life would get better every year. But only the damages and casualties get better and fulfill your wishes, unfortunately but unremarkably! Maybe I am pessimistic, a lot, but nevertheless, optimistic a lot, for the coming decade. It cannot be a slope, forever. Forever is a word, I was fantasizing a lot, at the beginning of this decade. Now at the fag end of the decade, it has beautifully demonstrated to me that its a word to be found in a dreamer’s dictionary alone. 2019 started with a heavy heart and a confuse...

The idea is to buy the books at large and stock them or hoard them, whatever or however you wish to call the process. Because, I firmly believe that there will be a time for everything. The universe shall keep sending you signals throughout. Its up to us to receive them and decipher them and make proper use of them. Here’s a book, I bought back in 2011, when my habit was to buy books with catchy titles rather than the review and research process which I have embodied into me, at least in some occasions now. Man’s search for meaning. Anyone who is inclined into a bit of philosophy in his/her troubled transitional teenage, would definitely find it extremely difficult to walk across this book, without adding it to the cart. So that’s how I got acquainted with Dr. Viktor E. Frankl, the author of this inspirational book.   But reading it completely, especially a non-fiction, is a different ball game, altogether. Your curiosity alone wouldn't be sufficient ...

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 ...