>I am my friends.
That is only slight exaggeration.
My friends influence my life very much. My interests, my ideas, my choices in life – all have been touched by my friends’. To me, friends are angels who are there to make me smile, who don’t expect much in return, who make life a lot lighter than it is.
Friends are gifts from the divine. We don’t realize this most of the time.
>Things I need to do.
Things I want to do.
Those I hate to do, but need to do.
Things I did right.
Those I did wrong.
What I think I am.
What others think I am.
What others think I think I am.
What I am.
What I want to change.
What I want to retain.
These thoughts.
flood my mind.
Always.
May I relax ?
May I forget myself ?
Please…
>Most activities that I enjoy doing seem to have some scope for creativity.
Each time I lay my hands on my musical keyboard, I seem to play a different tune that I have not heard anywhere. I cannot say all of them are good ones. In fact most ones are not. My brother calls it plain randomness.
I am mad. Now I am switching between writing this blog and another one. I am unsure which one I will finish first. What should I call this state of mind ?
Each time I cook Sambar, I can’t resist doing something crazy. Once I made it with carrot, radish and beans. Tricolor. It did not taste bad.
When I play carrom, I often miss easy shots. When I find the possibility of a new kind of shot, I can’t help not attempting. Sometimes when I succeed,I fly. My friends call it fluke.
Sometimes, when the mind wants to be creative, it ends up being restless.
Sometimes, when the mind is calm without any desires, creativity flows out like Ganga.
Maybe, creativity is my cup of tea.
>S’Sumeru Sandhya’, an evening of spiritual music, philosophy and meditation in Chowdiah hall, Bangalore was much more than I imagined. Conducted by senior teachers of the ‘Art of Living’ foundation, the event was as modern as it was traditional. The Kurta-clad teachers connected effortlessly with the predominantly young urban audience by singing Bhajans with the electric guitar and answering spiritual questions in a light manner with plenty of humour.
It was amazing to hear the Bhajans with a rock music flavour without losing its true Bhajan-spirit. What was more amazing was the response from the audience that included college students, young BPO and software employees. Lot of them were dancing and singing along ! They asked questions that really mattered to them like friendship and love. And they got answers with a spiritual dimension. There was a guided meditation session too, which was similar to the one in the ‘Art of Living’ 3 day corporate course.
The philosophy and practices of ‘Art of Living’ derives largely from Vedic/Vedantic thought with some Zen/Buddhist ideas, though no particular religion is emphasised. The focus is on happiness and love.
More than anything else, the event made me realize that today’s youth is willing to live a life that is happier and healthier than what the society and their jobs offer them. ‘Art of Living’ has the potential to become a great spiritual movement of this century teaching millions the beautiful art of joyful living.
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I wish I could program my dreams.
Like I choose my desktop wallpaper. Like I match my shirt with my pants.
When I go to sleep, I hope I don’t dream about work, but often I do. I hope I dream about fantastic things, but I rarely do.
The way I program my life is far from perfect. There are too many infinite loops and unreachable statements. I tell myself that life cannot be perfect. that perfection can be found only in dreams.
But even my dreams are too ordinary these days. Some days, I even forget what I dreamt about and just remember that I had a boring dream. Dreams used to be more creative in my childhood.
Are dreams just hazy reflections of life ?
Does a boring dream only reflect the monotony of life ?
It seems to me that wakefulness is a myth. and that we are always dreaming – either lying eyes closed on bed or while doing other activities.
I wish I could program my dreams.