I am tying the knot!!

Yes! Yes! Yes!

This is to announce that finally I am tying the knot. 
Thanks for being a supportive reader of my rambling blogs. And I promise to share all that I publicly can (or, anonymously) :) 

Tomorrow is that special day and needless to mention the graph of my excitement level as the hours are passing by. 
Being a scorpio-sign, I confess I kept it more secretive than USA's conspiracy behind oil- pricing. I am blushing but confess that I didn't share this with anyone except my parents and I have their blessings.

I plan to wear my favorite red dress. Mom says that red suits me the most and traditionally, red is the luckiest color too. 

The proceedings are simple. I just have to be at the Marriage Registrar's office by 4:15, sign papers, click photos and get video-taped as a part of legal proceedings. 
Thats it! 

Am I nervous?  A bit!
Am I happy? Super Yes!
Am I getting married? No!
Oops!

Life, as I always say (through my various silly poems, examples, experience-sharing) is the most illogical, non-fictional piece of fiction that is so hard to digest that you cant puke. 

You meet weird people in weirder ways and end up doing such weirdest things that you doubt if that was really you in the story.

Well this story is something of this sort today.
A woman in the meditation group shared that a couple in love came to Hong Kong to get married when at the last moment the person to sign as the witness before the Celebrant couldn't make it (So the marriage is in ruins before they could ruin it) and they desperately need someone to help them over. 

No surprises... I offered to help. 
I don't know who they are, how they are or whether they really are what they are. 
But when I walked upto them from a crowd of 30 people to volunteer, the spark in those two pairs of eyes said it all. I have never been thanked so warmly that I felt uplifted sitting at the yoga mats. 
It is so beautiful to become such amazing part of life for complete strangers. 

I never knew if such a wretched person like me would ever be of use to anyone. I am so proud of my life being put to use, to my life making me stand at that particular time when someone really needed help and I becoming a reason of joy to anyone. 
I really hope they are genuine people and stay together happily ever after.  

And yes, since I am tying the couple's hands together as part of the ceremony, I am gonna boast to (have acted) be a lawful Brahmin! Yoohoo!!

P.S. So, I am tying the knot. Literally!

P.P.S.  Or should I say- I am tying a knot!

To be in Life

Life....
All she has ever wanted me to be is never to be
But to become that I couldn’t be....

The Woman called Life

Life, is like a woman. A woman who likes to be wooed. A woman who likes to fool around sometimes and be a grumpy vamp giving a hard time to everyone around her. Sometimes she offers a relationship advice and the very next day seeks one because she is teething. In the morning she asks me to buckle up as we are going to win the world and by the evening she asks me to pack my bags because we are going to be off for the Himalayas till further notice.

She is beautiful, she is innocent and instructs me to believe in ‘not believing’. And I wouldn’t dare call her ‘unpredictable’, because that would be downplaying the power of the wand called Karma, that she scratches her back with. 

And, while I handle this hour-glass bodily-shaped and heart- made woman, I have only one task-- to appreciate her without ever daring to imagine to control her. 

Currently, this woman called Life in my life, is undergoing menopause. She is always irritated on everything you tell her to do. You take permission to be happy and she’ll make sure you are screwed. You secretly try focusing on something, she’ll put her heart and soul to make sure to rock your world. And you dare meekly hint on demanding a thing and she will show you the angry-Hulk side of hers. And you dare demand a justification, and she will show you what you deserve.

In between this paradox of action and reaction, I realized that the more I wanted something, she would keep it at bay until I didn’t want it. And the minute I dropped it, she would mysteriously put it in my pocket. The more I surrendered, the more she wanted me to desire. The more I withdrew, the more she would cause me to get involved. She would push me to oceans with tornados while she knew I couldn’t swim and when I’d be gasping with salty water inside my lungs, she would be standing at the beach with a beer-bottle in her hand, cheering me up to join her.

She secretly loves me because she openly hates me. 


The more I know of her, the less I do.

This woman...called Life..

Life is...

From '?' to "!"
From "," to ";"
From "." to "..."

..... is Life

P.S. I know it sounds funny, but there was no better way to write it than this.

 

That flutter of a second…

That flutter of a second…

That shows you, your melting point

That makes your promises appear like over-commitments
That teases you to devote irrationally
That tempts you to lean down
That provokes you to get confined in that spur of the moment
That baits you to escape
That aggravates you to seize before it disappears
That strikes your world with a lightening
That justifies your greed
That uncovers the most selfish You

 

That flutter of a second…

We dwell, we die, we fall, we rise, we sin, we fight, we win, we become and we live...
In this flutter of a second..
 

 
 
 

What I learnt at the Operation Theatre

Probably some lessons can be learnt only while being at school. 

And when you cant be sent to one, you are sent to the hospital..where the strict doctors come on 'rounds' to keep a check of your 'performance'; you get assessed by your 'report card' and undergo various surprise 'tests' and you do not really get to choose who sits adjacent to your 'bench'. 

​This hospital lesson has changed my life dramatically. It has carved out a different Me ..which is more unsheathed and coarse. 

People around me are sick of listening to my 'hospital adventures' but I am still not weary of sharing about it. 

Had this episode not occurred to me, I would not have ever been able to learn these two most important lessons- 

The first lesson being:

"I was weaker than I thought I was...."

I saw the body that I always boasted of being phenomenally Punjabi built falling apart within hours. I got to differentiate between 'birthday party attendees' and 'friends'. I saw the sad face of medical facilities in the country I paid taxes to. I saw the 'individualism' that I never got tired of bragging about taking a severe beating. 

I got to peep inside the dark room called the 'society' and it was the filthiest thing man ever created. 

And the second one:

"I was stronger than I thought I was"

I was strong because I didn't crumble after realizing that I was weak. I was strong because I was able to take this weakness as a lesson and move ahead.

I was bold enough to accept the things as it is. I was strong because I promised myself to trust Life again even after seeing its eerie side.

I was strong because I no longer was scared of pain. And since I learnt what pain is, I learnt to respect those fighting with it. I learnt to hope. I learnt to pray. 

I saw that I could surrender and accept what lied ahead of me without a revolt.
I saw that hope was not an illusion. 

I saw the true dimension of friendship and it was more beautiful than any messiah that God ever sent on the planet. 

I saw how much value my life carried. And how much I should be thankful for it. I saw life much longer than I thought and smaller than I think. 

And, what "Love" is.... 

I was strong because I was weak. And that the betrayal of Life taught me how important it was to trust...

No mood to write

I am in no mood to write today. So read at your own risk.

I observed a new aspect about my personality. 
Commitments. 
I believe in commitments. Very strongly. And I believe in honoring them without fail.
That's exactly the reason why I hadn't been making any in the past, I noticed. 
So since I am correct, I am not right. 

Anyway, as I committed to share my meditation lesson even though I am in no mood to write, I am still writing now. I committed to write. Half heartedly or whole-heartedly, I didn't mention. 

Today's gyan- 
We divide our daily experiences into two categories- pleasant and unpleasant. 
Pleasant like- getting the privilege to get up late in the mornings, getting favorite food at lunch, meeting someone nice, getting a lucky shoe in the sale etc etc.
And unpleasant like- missing the train, waiting longer for the lift, being at cold war with the colleague, finding uninteresting lunch (oops, my life surrounds so much around food) etc etc

So, is really a pleasant thing unpleasant? And an unpleasant thing really unpleasant?
We base our judgment upon what we feel makes us happy. And we derive wrong definitions of happiness/ pleasure and peace. 

And in actual, there is no such thing as pleasant and unpleasant as the criterion we set is baseless and ever changing. 
OK, am not explaining any further. Please google yourself. Thanks. 

P.S. And I am in no mood to put any image too.