Yeh jo rasta hai…

Am I changing?

Metamorphosing from caterpillar to a butterfly?

I often feel the world runs too fast for my pace. Like I am a snail trying to keep up with a leopard. And then I ponder, why can’t I take leisure in my pace. Definitely, the leopard and I don’t have a common destination in our minds. I have stopped speculating over the would be’s. At this moment, I have ample reasons to smile. And I find that enough. Nerves being nerves always act crazy, however, there is something different in my stride. Like it has found a way to walk on. The “rasta” so we speak is foggy, full of pebbles and stones, each turn bringing a new surprise. I still like walking on it though. Let’s see where it takes me.

P.S. rasta is hindi equivalent to path.

Hang in there

3.40 am IST

I would rather sleep…than blog at this untimely hour. You know,┬áhealthy habits. Yet… (you can figure out┬árest of the story!)

I am not quite cognizant about the mechanism of karma…from an amateur perspective…looks like a big term to me..in line with other complicated topic of discussions like soul, yoga, art of living, galaxies, rotational physics, fourier transform, five dimensional space etc… something akin to Christopher Nolan movies! You have got to think little harder. But I do believe in karma. I guess so.

And when I say that, what I mean is…if you do things with a good intention in mind, not trying to put anyone down, not with ulterior motives at the back of your head, not to harm, not to deceive, not just for the sake of doing it; when you put your heart into something, universe makes sure you are served well. Good things will happen to you. Just keep going and hang in there!

P.S. have found a thin white strand of hair amidst my brownish blackish hair that I love and See..I am already talking about karma and stuff!

Curbing Cynicism

Once you have seen something bad…been through something wrong..your mind becomes cautious. You don’t trust easily…you doubt every good action done to you…you read between the lines…watch every step you take with circumspection. The spontaneity you once fostered is missing..you are wary of taking a full dive this time..you are scared to put your efforts into something new..with the fear of consequences. How wrong could it go? How bad could it be? You’ll hit the ground again? One should never stop believing in miracles. That’s what I have read..seen a zillion times in movies..heard in motivational talks.

If one scheme of happiness fails, human nature turns to another; if the first calculation is wrong, we make a second better.

I guess Jane Austen is trying to put some sense into me from the yore. Your past may be blue, grey or yellow. It won’t help you determine your present or future’s tint. So I would say..Jump in, again!