Today

on my way back home, I saw the crude copies of Ravi Varma paintings on the public walls as a part of city beautification project. What hurt me most was that almost all the paintings were massacred by drips of white paints coated on the blank wall above the fake reproduction of RV’s sensual females.

With what dedication and effort, the passionate hands of the poor painter would have tried to reproduce the classics! And with what insensitivity and carelessness, the art is killed!

No matter what, any art is art after all and its charm is enchanting!

I can see through the painter's viewpoint because dabbling with colours & paint brushes was one of my childhood dreams. :)

I am not

a strong headed woman. My migraine attacks prove my statement. :)

Probably there might be karmic connections to my suffering, who knows! However, my last two days of intense suffering was because of my venturing out during mid-day sunlight which I should have avoided.

This pain helps me to understand others’ pains better. This pain expands my heart in love to accept and accommodate every disgrace that I meet as a dis-ease at some level.

A recent article that I read says that migraine sufferers have a strong ego, suppress negative emotions and that they can’t forgive others.

I try to be positive & cheerful during my interactions with others. And when I’m not needed by the world, I immerse myself in the world of books & silence. Yes, at certain select times, the monkey mind wants to overtake my poise but then it is never into the negative mode. All I can say is, it’s real hard work at the inner during such times.

Now the article makes me think if I am an ego-centric person?

May God show my face soon! :)

Tell me why

do we celebrate festivals?

Well, the old memories are revisiting, especially when Navaratri is fast approaching.

How many times and for how many years, I would have secretly tiptoed in the middle of the night to see if the dolls/idols had life to have conversations, as I believed my parents’ words wholeheartedly!

When my understanding of worship (finally) has taken wings where all externals are shed happily only to touch upon the essence, I am going to celebrate Navaratri in India this time after many years.

Right now, I’m open to the challenge of accommodating a colourful kolu in our compact flat to welcome Mother as per Indian tradition.

Whether the whispers of the dolls are heard or not, an interesting point comes to my mind - every step taken is an augmented fragrance of intent and every intent has the potential to attract one who aligns with its frequency, thus facilitating transactions of whispered dreams between two or more minds, oblivious to the knowledge of the noisy world outside.

So, a dream of one can rub onto the other unconsciously.

I remain open to such sublime whispers.

I remain........

A good turn about

at the end of the day reminds me that I spend most of my time in cooking (planning & implementation) these days than anything else. :P

Cooking was never my priority any day. I respect cooking, cookers & cooks at all times. Because I never forget that I am an eater too. :)

I still remember how I used to dodge my Mother whenever she'd tell me to learn cooking.... this was long back. I’m still the same, given an opportunity..... :D

Interestingly, it was not that difficult to detach myself from any of my favourite food items so far, as I could abstain from them for any length of time. This statement is tried and tested a few times as the thought of temptation had never arisen even once during the trial period - in the past (don't know about future though). However, basic survival is a must, so I need to cook and eat.

I am waiting for that day when I can abstain from cooking completely. Oh yes, eating too.... just like the lady yogi who lived only on Prana, as documented in ‘Autobiography of a Yogi’.....

.....so that I can continue to dream..... :)