Music, a heartfelt note/appreciation, children with their trusting innocence

I would have stolen an existing idea and made it my own. There is this blog I follow called 'Three Beautiful Things,' and more often than not, its about simple things. Beauty around us, in the mundane. A sleeping child, the splendid brown of a freshly baked cake, the froth on a cup of coffee, soft colorful clay, a freshly washed white shirt. You get it, I am sure. Without meaning to plagiarize, I started writing about the things which make everything seem fine.

Music most definitely works always. You need to pick that right piece of music and suddenly out of nowhere, you can have your own pocketful of sunshine (that was my favorite song for the longest time). Like in so many of my posts, this will be about nothing so in case you are reading this, do not expect enlightenment at the end of this. I am really just trying to dust away the rust, and trying real hard to get back to writing. So be nice appreciate the effort and reserve the criticism for later :)

A heartfelt note, in our digital age we don't get these anymore. But if something of this kind does happen to pay a visit to our inbox; it does feel pretty good. If you happen to have a particularly lucky streak then you might get that unexpected note of appreciation and oh what a feeling. Tells you, you did something, someone noticed and decided to give you a pat on your back. Aren't we all about doing stuff to get noticed and instant gratification. Think a certain social network and our efforts to be leading an enviable life. 

Finally, a child walking up to you with their toys to help them with their Lego, a child you have never met before, but who trusts you suddenly more than his parents. A child who sits next to you, and trusts you to put food in their mouth and help them finish before mommy gets back. Ah that innocence, doesn't that take your breath away. Makes one feel, at what point did we lose that child in us...

Confused Existential or not!

Spot check, birds-eye view, 36000 ft view blah blah blah... you get the picture and you know this is what you wanted, or at least thought you did. Your very own rich green pasture. By some stroke of luck (or what seems like luck) you do actually get it. When you do get it, is when you realize that green indeed is always misleading. That which you always aspired for, is finally yours to keep, but suddenly realization strikes that you never wanted to keep it in the first place. Life is what you make it, they say, so better be wise in the act of making. Disgruntled thoughts these might seem, but they all make volumes of sense if you see where I am coming from, but too bad you wont.

Existence as you know it can be threatened suddenly cause that's not the norm. For every minute of unbridled joy, there could be hours of disturbing inertia. Hours of careless abandon could come hand in hand with systematic sanity. But you have never known sanity, not the one defined for you anyway, so you can come unhinged by that very sacred green pasture you chose for yourself.

If the wisdom of here and now would have come at a less steeper price, how precious would that be? 

If you are here, don't look for meaning. These disgruntled ideas must have poured themselves without any rhyme or reason and here they are. I am trying to comprehend these myself but cannot, so I shall stop here. 

Palna (Cradle)

Disclaimer: All those not in the mood for in-your-face reality bites (literally), specially with the festivities in the air, can stop reading now!


Writing after a real long time, a lot of people who matter have been reminding me to get back so yea. Yours truly is here again :). My sentences might appear rather choppy, cause Im yet to gather my thoughts, and form sentences subsequently. The order of these two activities is kind of messed up right now, so excuse the chaos.


This post is about Palna which is the hindi word for 'cradle,' which Im assuming, most of us would know is the horizontal bed, used for rocking infants. It is this orphanage close to where I stay. I chose Diwali to visit this place, cause sometimes we forget to be grateful. Sometimes, we feel a little less blessed. We're angry, we're hurt, we're disappointed, and most of all we're disillusioned. Well, again I'm assuming it happens to all of us.


Like I forewarned you, if you're feeling rather high and festive, this is not the post you want to read. 


I stepped in, hoping to spread some cheer. Small feet rushed towards me, dressed in reds and blues and greens and yellows. Greeted me, 'Happy Diwali,' and almost as swiftly as they had appeared, vanished in to the garden, back to the merriment. All young children between 1-8 years, oblivious of almost everything that might bother a grown up mind. Blissfully so... 
I couldn't muster a response, I must have choked, I don't remember that part. 


What I do remember though is feeling quite guilty of not being thankful, often enough. 


Thankful to my parents, for the beautiful life they gave me, my education, all material things, the world of opportunities and everything in between.