Sharanagatam

Beneath a sky where day and night entwine, The stars emerge as dusk begins to shine... Those are the starting lines of a beautiful poem, But anyway, today I`m not in the mood to write one. So for a change, let's not take the poetic route. And hop straight onto the bandwagon of my thought train of my memories. That beautiful evening, I was  at  Bugle Rock Park ,  a place I love and look forward to visiting  whenever I'm in Bengaluru. I was sitting on a rock, Opposite to me was my dear friend, Sincerely trying to meditate. I had one lollipop in my upper shirt pocket. I removed the wrapper of the candy and placed it in the mud. After a moment, I saw an ant, approaching the candy, It inspected it for some time, with its antlers. After another moment or two, I saw that the whole candy was swarmed by ants.  I started observing the trail of ants leading to the candy. Individually their movements were completely random. But the group of ants together displa...

I woke up to the sound of a cry. But the ceiling wasn't the first thing I saw when I was awake. I wasn't even on a bed. I was just there . Even before I could start wondering about what was happening or where I was, I was at unease.  I could hear someone crying, and the sound of their cry was slowly fading away. I wanted to know what it was. Then suddenly I realized... I was floating. I tried to reach out and at that very moment, I was dragged away in a direction. And the sound of crying was getting louder and more intense, as I flew past walls and buildings. It felt like something was pulling me somewhere. I somehow ended up in a strange place. I could see a house in ruins. I could still hear the cry clearly and It was coming from the ruins. I looked around and I could see a kid. She was bawling. I approached her. And all of a sudden she stopped crying and looked at me. I was frightened. I could see her eyes as red as blood.  Even before I could ask her who she was and why sh...

She manifests herself when it is called for, and she becomes the subtle element encompassed within. She is the passive observer within and the active illusion around. She is the time-invariant cosmic singularity offering herself onto the void and emerging as everything that there is. She is the mother of all mothers. She is the play in which the eater and what is being eaten are one and the same. She is the embodiment of all that there is. I bow down to every devotee worshipping her.

Often, you involuntarily participate in the game of imitating various personalities. And in this process, you may lose yourself. It's a circus out there. A circus in which your most dear ones are the audience. You are expected to contest in an endless race. Where your freedom is only free in your wildest dreams. Where your peace of mind is in the hands of some random control freak. You are always compelled to take sides. Don`t even think about it, you will definitely be pursued, forced to accept their perspective as right. Where empathy is selective and just another marketing strategy. Ignorant folks, people in denial of their own defects, compulsive people are making enough ruckus out there. In this unsteady, uncertain world it would not hurt to be empathetic. But you should also be careful, there is no need to empathize with toxic personalities. Everyone is fighting their own battle, it's okay if you cannot offer help!. But it is immoral if you try to take advantage of their ...

I just wished to be that which I was not. And just by that mere intention,  I was put on the other side of the door and it got locked!. In confusion, I started crying... I was able to sense something new.  And going forward I was told that I was born. And  gradually I forgot what I was before this. In this illusion I fell,  I wandered , I laughed, I cried ... And  every time I felt the extremities of the illusion I  understood that something was missing. I was not sure what it was,  maybe in my life, maybe in myself. But there was something that was calling for me all along.  This went on for a long time... I indulged myself in various things, none of them being anything out of the ordinary. But suddenly one day miraculously I find a key  and I started to remember the door.  Even b efore I could open the door with the key,  she opened the door!... She asked me "Are you done playing, my child ?".  Then there was a realization "...