A life long enough

Amidst wishing you a long life or healthy life, I reckon the importance of what has been said,” Health is wealth”.

Often my dark demons ask me, what if something happens to me in the most silent hour of night and no body acknowledges in the chaos of morning. I know it’s the most convulsive fear of my life when I chose not to die in a lonely house.

However, I wake up every morning and ask for a healthy life no matter how short it is. A life free of disease from physical and mental abilities.

Seemingly in my prayers, I describe the definition of health lead by WHO.

Currently, I may be free of any physical cause, but two doses of leviciteram a day never let me forget that the clock is still clicking.

Nevertheless, I gather the courage to fight every day with equal spirit consoling myself that I will deal with it whenever time will test.



The blue petal of moron sun rise, once told me

“What worth is living if living is not live alike?”

I could not understood the phrase until it grew on me

I run for work, I run for money and then I spend the money on running behind luxuries. And the vicious circle continues.

A hold is not bad. The hike is long and tiring. The stroll is worth enjoying the scenery. From the emerging boundaries of fresh experiences, a halt for introspection is plausible.

It happened to me when I had to take a ten floor stairs by foot because of broken elevator, that I realised the beauty of heights. The delicate geometry of stairs made of stone and cement.

How I wish, I could steal such moments of life and cherish the strides of life. An effort is required, to sit, ponder and catch up that lost breath.

Let there be unanimity in life, what makes it life, is the learning and virtues of life.

Good sex, Great sex

Good sex is better but great sex; a rare.

When the system hangs, a reboot is required. But the moment brain hangs, a good sex is always welcoming. It over rides the mess pool of emotions and starts the system a fresh.

I wish, the good sex was as easily available as the refresh button of my P.C. . How on a click, the brain could be wiped off suspending apps.

Chemically, it is said that having sex enhances release of endorphins which elevate the long depressed mood. May be that’s the reason people hunt for random sex than a meaningful one.

Random sex is free of its baggage but a meaningful is derived with the overageing saga of love.

Matter or not, having sex is always healthy for brain. But in this era of hustle bustle a great sex is seldom luxury.

Swiping right…

Are we gonna un-match even after a right swipe??

We choose a right swipe or left based on few selected images and a short description (if provided). In a selected ten right swipes, the probability of hitting a conversation is less than ten percent.

And even those ten percents fail to be productive.

Recently, I cleared my list of matched probabilities and started afresh. I wonder, why didnt any of them, hit past a week.

I could not resolve until now when I swiped another right.

With every new swipe, I have different expectations and hope. Based on the short description and few images, I try to judge the person and build up my future expectations from the profile. Some times, those expectations crumble in first day itself when the match never gets established.. even if there is a match, I fail to concur that my expectations with the profile are not getting matched.

Concurrently it’s not the profile we need to swipe right, it’s the expectations we need to match. How if in the profiles, we start adding our expectations along with the description we provide? Will that work??? I still need to face. Until then, I will unmatch my swipes till the expectations are co-incidentally matched.

Safety pins

When I was a kid, I have seen my mom carrying a bunch of safety pins in her handbag. She always carried them with her wherever we moved with her. Sometimes she used those pins to fix her saree and sometimes they were used to fix our clothes.

She would fix broken buttons of my shirt with safety pins turning them inside, so that they are not visible from outside.

There were times, when she used them to fix our school bags or school ties. I have seen her panicked out, whenever she ran out of them. They used to have a permanent place in her monthly grocery list.

These days, she doesn’t use safety pins anymore. She has stopped wearing sarees for the ease of life. She thinks that we dont require any more safety pins to fix our lives. It’s our job to find the fixers and enable ourselves.

For those years, when I ran out of her safety pins, I tried to find the fixers for my own ease of life. But I could not find any.

I used alternatives from time to time. But none stuck so far.

In another conversation I asked my mother if there is any alternative for such safety pins. She said, “no matter, what you use, all such measures are temporary.”

Broken bowl and a heart

When I was young, I had a bowl. A beautiful ceramic bowl with exquisite design of violets. It was my favourite bowl. I always loved to eat chilled melons out of it.

The summers are sweltering here. And the chilled water melon brings the relishing respite. Before going to work I used to cut a melon into small cubes and fill them into the white ceramic. By the time, I return from work, the bowl used to be chilled with melons.

I don’t know, if it was the juice of melon or the touch of bowl which brought happiness in those days.

One day, it fall down from the kitchen platform and broke into two pieces. I tried to fix it but nothing worked. I made a phone call to my mother if she could give me a suggestion.

All she said that, broken bowls bring bad omens. Get rid of the old one and buy a new.

I did same. But I could not cherish the new purchase and I stopped eating melons.

I wonder, if the same happens to broken hearts. What if they can’t be repaired, if they can’t be fixed or healed with time.

If a broken heart brings bad omens ???

I asked my mother again, and she said, broken heart casts curse. And a empathic heart bears pain.

Demons of past

There is little darkness in us, no matter how little or large but it’s there. It has a permanent space with in the escapes of mind. It resides in brain, heart, liver or immune cells.

We are fully aware of its existence yet we develop the denial of its patience. Sometimes we keep it hidden in the layers of our mask and sometimes it’s dormant for years till the tigger.

The awakening sets in when we accept our darkness. We make the pact with our demons and turn them into our lifestyle. The deal is simple, you reap the rewards till the demons ask for their share.

The darkness brings more darkness. It creates a current sink for all the happiness residing in us. Eventually we are left with no happiness but the doom and despair.

The first thing, that dark affects is the light of hope. Till we keep it alive, survival is easy. Find that hope within and out. Light is everywhere. It can reach to the clefts of ceiling and in the wooden hearts. Find that light and guard it from the winds of past. What’s past is past. We can’t undo the past. But we can chose the future for better or worse.

Ask and shall be given.

Look back and beseech, love is always there.