Don't lose your smile

 And when the afternoon sunrays come to kiss the shy, shaded beauty for a brief flirtatious moment, she opens her heart and gives a full smile.

Guys, don't miss to smile even at those who mean to rob you of your smile. Our own frown eats our smile, not other's intentions!

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The hidden storms

 Of course there is danger lurking behind beauty and colours...the beautiful aurora is fuelled by solar storms, plasma and radiations....well, a beautiful woman has her own storms lurking in the shadows behind the vibrant colours. No wonder, the beauty-gazers, the men, feel the heat of the storms after enjoying the sight.

All is well

 Although there are cracks in life, she but smiles softly and whispers an assurance: "Don't worry, all is well!"

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The secret key to joy

 Children have no fixed expectations from a toy. Let it be new, they have full joy. Let it be broken, they play with the same perfection like earlier. So does it mean that imperfections around in things and situations aren't that big a factor in deciding our state of being as we grown ups have accepted on principle?

Thoreau's theorems

 Keep poking the rays of your efforts through the chinks. It's fruitful even though Thoreau is cautious, 'The rays which stream through the shutters will be no longer remembered when the shutter is wholly removed.' But still I feel that harbinger rays have their special place.

Keep evolving and avoid the hard boundaries of concepts, institutions, cemented dogmas and hardened beliefs define you within an impenetrable stone wall. Be like Thoreau when he says, 'I love a broad margin to life.'

The real suffering

 Most of our perceived shortages are in fact our inability to accomplish the intended wastage. It's not about the real shortages of basic needs. Those who really lack the basic needs are not haunted by the mental specter of shortages because they are fully into the game of survival, hardly having any time to get mental suffering about the shortages. The one who really suffer, mentally, the shortages are the ones who feel helpless and feel relatively poor because they can't splurge money like better off people.

Winners and losers

 Well, someone has to lose. What would we have if there are no losers? There will be all winners everywhere like potato mountains in the market to sell at dirt cheap price. Who will price them as gold? Gold retains its value because there is simple, poor earth to give the yellow metal its aura and image. To have winners, we have to have losers. Aren't winners overpriced and losers too much underpriced. I see them equally important. For what does a triumphant smile of victory mean without the salty beads of sweat? What does a glistening grain mean without the dirt, dust, soil, stalk and chaff that is thrown away? No man, you can applaud the winners. I just sit by the losers and see them rising again to be winners themselves or be the half-part of someone's win. Hail losers! Let there be International losers day.

PS: And who are winners and losers by the way? A winner is simply a less loser; a loser is just less winner. Two simple points on the same line. Look carefully, all dualities will be found the same phenomenon varying just in degrees. Look at life and death. They too aren't antipodal as we assume. They are merely two separate points on the same lines. With our limited sense perception we see only one point at a time and interpret them as opposite of each other.

A refreshing dose of love

 A beautiful woman's beauty is nurtured and blossoms by the relentless stretch of appreciating words by her lover like a rose blossoms by the dewy intoxication during misty nights. But how long the poor lover can continue to shower the words of unquestioning praise?!! After caressing the rose, the lover also feels the pricks of reality around the beautiful flower. It is called the lover's awakening from the blindfolding slumber. So the words of all pervading praise dry up. The beauty sulks and her narcissism also feels deprived of its customary diet of acclaim. It is now better to go for a new lover. Because during the initial phase of courtship the new lover will again feed her narcissism to help it blossom at its peak again!

Truth

 There is no absolute truth. All we have is just a pliantly swaying sea of fractional truths. We draw out our share of truths from this sea that will be suitable and complement our sense of identity with the self, i.e., ego, our perception of the world, our vision of the world and the people around.

Judgments

 To arrive at a conclusion we use the tool of judgement. We simply pick out fault in others, the grey shady areas, and give a summary condemnation of someone. Ironically, that person is more than what we have chosen as witnesses against him in the fault basket. He has bright areas beyond the dark spots chosen by us. No wonder, our judgements are fractional, blind and nothing more than convenient tools to salvage our pride, vanity and ego.

The bedrock of vice

 Our routine habits are simply means to our mundane ends. Little little silly idiosyncrasies only. But some of them stand out more prominently to breed envy, anger, hate and malice. These are the bedrocks of vices. And vices are an end in itself.

The creeping desires

 Creeping civilization! To be an ultramodern successful creeper, we usually use our tendrils like tentacles to reach the wall of our goals. Our tendrils and tentacles latch onto the softest sinews, even if that means killing and suffocating the tiny offshoot that needs help and support itself, on the way to hit our post. Sometimes I think, after witnessing the rawest elements of nature, this creation is imbued with self interest, and our pretty human selfishness is just a portion of the infinite force of self-preservation that we see around. What do you think?

Belated greetings on the World Environment Day

 Wish you all a happy world environment day! Save trees, save mother Earth!

Let's celebrate the Environment Day! Mother earth is the root cause of all our joys. Go close to nature. She needs your healing touch. As Bond Sahab says:

"The more intimate you are with the natural world -- the world that exists without actually having to worry about how to exist -- the more we will come to terms with our own natures."

If Mother Earth stands any chance at all, it lies there if we treat each day of the year as the Environment Day. Everything less than it falls well short the least redemption.

Sow a seed of love. A seed that will one day sprout, spread, bloom, sway to the breeze. It will remain as your best footprint on the planet once you move ahead on your journey in a different dimension. Be a plant parent! Happy environment day to all!

How to become a god

 Our attachments, expectations and desires are the source of fear in us. We are afraid of losing what we have. And belief in external powers who can save us is nothing but a projection of our fear and phobias. Drive out fear from your every cell and you no longer need the concept of God in the clouds. You become one yourself!

The divine feminine

 Look around and you will find the woman, a representative of the divine feminine, is the stronger and superior force. Her gently flowing spirit, like cool waters, assuages the fire in man, the rugged representative of divine masculinity. She carefully douses the male fire. The burning volcano in him loses its flame. Yin energy, the pliable, soft, surrendering, receptive and yielding polarity of creation, unfailingly conquers yang, the hard knots standing at the rigid polarity on the other end. Holy waters are yin. Earth and stones are yang. The majestic serpentine curves of rivers are yin, the divinefemale. Its softness has the tightest grip. It wins and triumphs over solid most and hardest rocks. Mountains give in. A gentle stream slowly, imperceptibly wears and corrodes a mammoth mountain and writes its victorious tales in majestic valleys. Accept it O thou poor man, accept! Fire has to go; water has to flow!

The real lies

 The lies that we tell others are just a fraction of the lies which we tell to our own selves. Self-told lies are our fog spray that we sprinkle to keep the sun of truth in our soul hidden and allow us to embrace our pretending, fake self, our ego. All this feeds on the lies that we continuously tell ourselves.

Opening the secret of duality

 If you want to swim, accept drowning. If you want to fly, accept falling. To win, accept loss. To fulfillment, accept emptiness. The duality is bound by an unbreakable cord. Pull one, and the other one comes dragging. A win is not a win completely. You are losing something also, in some form or the other. No flight is a flight solely. It involves a fall also here and there. Swimming isn’t floating only. It involves intervals of drowning also. Accept the so called opposite, antipodal, the perceived enemy and the threat. Don’t run away from it. Success is not the absence of defeat. It’s only accepting defeat, learning further and moving on. Accept death and you live. Surrender and master the ownership of your thoughts, actions and emotions.

The real cowards

 The urge to dominate, the ambition of power, the desire for prestige, these are all driven not by strength, but by some inherent weakness, fragility, fear and imperfection. There is an inherent imperfection which drives grossly selfish acts. Stalin had very short legs in comparison to his upper body. When he sat on a chair, he looked damn funny as his legs fell short of the ground. We need not insult humanity anymore by even retelling the atrocities he perpetrated on his own people. Changez Khan won half of the world and slaughtered countless innocent human beings. He was so insecure of his death and mortality that he went on rampage to forcibly plant his biological seed across Asia. By an estimate, almost 8% of the Mongoloid people draw their genetic line from him. But even this large scale cropping won’t give him peace and security. He was so scared of his death that fearing some sabotage he never slept at nights. He just went paranoid and one night ran out of his tent, tripped, fell on an iron peg and died like a stray dog dies accidently.

The sage and the king

 There is an old ascetic staying very happily under a banyan. No material possessions, almost naked and no desires. The force of his wisdom is spreading far and wide. The King gets so impressed that he touches the saint’s feet and overcome by huge pangs of reverence for the sage asks the old mendicant to come and stay in his palace. He is sure that the ascetic is going to say a loud “no”. But then very surprisingly the old sage says “yes”. So it becomes a big news and the King is even feeling duped. The old friar comes to stay in the palace. In irritation the King is pouring more and more worldly comforts around the mendicant who never shows any unwillingness to roll over more and more in comfort. The sage is accepting all the worldly facilities on offer. The King’s agitation is turning into burning jealousy day by day. He starts condemning the sage as an impostor who has now forgotten all his wisdom after staying in the palace. The King’s anger reaches a breaking point and he condemns him as a disgrace in the name of monkhood and banishes him from the luxurious palace. Nothing changes in the old monk. He smiles and says, “Ok King, as you wish! I was just fulfilling your wish to offer me luxury.” Smilingly the old sage prepares to leave the King with a blessing and a little sermon:

“I stayed in your palace but your palace didn’t stay in me. I am not a lake, I’m a mountain. I enjoy the water falling all over me, cutting my sides, kissing the trees on my slopes. But I am not possessive to hold the waters back. I simply allow it to flow down. I don’t hold. I don’t pull back. I just let it be as it is supposed to be. The lake is hollow. It craves for fullness. It wants more and more water. It has to hold. It has to collect. It is attached to collection. But the water will in any way flow away. So there is pain at the exit. Hence it’s forever looking upland for more and more water. I allow the flow, so enjoy the process, the mix of past, present and future. The lake holds. It suffers. It hardly enjoys its present, its being.”

Love and hate

 Creation has just one source, single point of focus. Elixir of life and curse of death spring from the same source. The nectar and the poison originate from the same place. Life’s shadow is death, and death’s shadow is life. The perceived duality is a mental image projected in vacuum as we peer through the lens of “ego”, i.e., helpless bondage to the outermost layer, the grossest level of our material existence. The latter stands as the bridge to the shaky walk this way or the other. Break the bond and these drift away into non-existence. Love is tied to hate. And our “ego” is the rope, the bridge holding the two extremes of duality. Clinging to the two extremities, we have the option of treating one as the substance and the other as the shadow. If your ego allows love to be the substance, then hate turns a shadow. And vice versa. But in treating hate as the substance, we contradict the basic principle of nature. Hate is an exception, love is the rule at the cosmic level. Endless swathes of cosmic tranquility into fathomless depths cannot sustain without inherent love, peace and harmony. By hating we are putting a roadblock, a speed-bump in the path of infinite space-time continuum. Through love we speed up the cause of evolution. In choosing love and the elixir of life, we add to the inherent cosmic harmony. In hating we add to the cosmic explosions and accidents.