Part of My Exploration

An introduction to a halt on the movement of blogging caused by somewhat persistent silence on the realm of writing. A break point to that phase and a home coming. Home coming to blog , to writing, to sharing, to the expansion of compassion, to the oneness. 

The path of exploration shall be never ending for the path itself is the destiny. 

Part of my own exploration is to understand and define some words whose meanings are indoctrinated in our  mind by either society or elders using ever existed belief print of human mind. I have tried to define meanings of some words with an intention of keeping them safe on blog, reviewing them later in life and to share with you all. 

This was written in one sitting amongst the chaos of my work place - between I guess 10 to 10:30. While writing such things, I feel, an invisible barrier surrounds me which keeps me unaffected until i strike myself willingly. 

Who am I?

I am that which can not be seen, touched, felt or conceptualised but without which there is no seeing, touching, feeling or concept. I am nothingness where everything lives and rests. 

What is death?

Death is a reality and truth for the conscious being known as human who only resides in his mind, otherwise it is the scariest, brutal, undeniable and biggest lie ever existed in human history.

What is Life?

Life is a phase of consciousness which acts as a strong magnet of emotions, attachments and experiences for a certain time span. It is the dramatic projection of un-conceptualised consciousness.

What is an experience?

In the materialistic world, it is the summation of the events which targets and enhances a specific skill. In non materialistic world, it is the series of emotions which can be grouped as pleasant or otherwise.

What is Ego?

It is the defence of illusionary self image.

What is peace?

The ultimate peace is coming home to the real self. It is being at the side of self witness. It is the joyful experience of nothingness. 

What is anger?

It is an unpleasant, destructive impulsive response to an event which was tagged as unwanted before its occurrence.

What is sense of humour?

It is an ability to stay unattached with attacks on self or unfolding events in real time and immediately directing it to the funny identity. That identity could be anything – a person, event or thing. It is being fearless.

It is merely my version, my way of seeing things. I welcome discussion or expansion on the above definitions. 

Love and Peace... Enjoy the worldly attractions, keep smiling, keep exploring... hoping to get in touch with you all again with probably a smaller halt... :) :)ting

Ciao..!

It is past mid night and bed awaits....! 

The View From Up There...!

Hoping to get someone decent in my next seat, I climbed the movable stairs attached to the door of the aircraft. The mostly taken for granted greetings by the beautiful air hostess was not enough to distract  my mind from speculation of the person who will be accompanying my journey. Nevertheless, I took my F14 seat next to window having a company of a young boy and breathed relaxed. 

The mind started its usual wondering about things and people which were in the site. I paid attention as it was asked for the aircraft safety instruction. The boy was busy figuring out how to on the TV screen in front of his seat. Instead of paying attention to the instruction I was interested in matching the air hostess's hand movement with the recorded audio. Well, she won. 

The air conditioned adjustment, the chewing gum in mouth and I started waiting for that thrilling super speed of the plane. After much wait, the exciting moment came, the plane started running faster on the run way and all the attention went to that particular second where aircraft takes off.

uubbhhh...  bit lump in the throat, butterfly in the stomach and UP in the Air..... Woooooow... all the concentration outside the window now!

I became the wind, yet with eyes and ears. I saw things getting smaller and smaller, the chaos of the city was disappearing. My eyes became wide. I felt some sort of lightness. The unknown burden was off my shoulders. disconnection from world, even forcefully, was bliss then. The plane started merging with clouds and up in the blue sky. 

I experienced every emotions. I realized while flying up in the air, I was actually flying above all those human emotions that mind creates. I saw couples getting back together, saw people having breakup, someone was dying, someone was taking birth, someone was victim of religion, someone was discriminated due to cast. I heard every cry of anguish and every peal of laughter. 

The world was peopled with mind, whirling faster than any wind, in search of distraction and escape from the predicament of change, the dilemma of life and death - seeking purpose, security, enjoyment, trying to make sense of mystery. Everyone everywhere lived a confused bitter search. Reality hardly matched their dreams; true happiness was just around the corner - a corner they never turned.

And the source of it was the human mind.

And the cabin crew asked me softly whether I wanted to buy any snacks or drink. I did not know what to tell her. I signaled of me being fine with smile. I felt I was full.

Smile stayed on my face until another announcement woke me just before the landing. Felt the warmth of the most beautiful sunrise. The sun rays tearing the the dark gloomy clouds were touching my cold skin. The gloomy clouds are akin to our mind troubles, and the sunrise is eternal hope; the burst of optimism we need to look forward to if only we could look beyond the "clouds of our mind" that are literally obscuring our site. 

The seat belt was unhooked now and I was ready to enter the world of minds again...! With a hope to fly again soon! :)

Love... 

The strings that attach...



The sound of any music instrument has its own charm and an ability to mark its place in your heart and deep in your consciousness.


Some people are naturally inclined towards music at early stage in life and some are late in identifying themselves with music. Speaking about music, the one instrument which is very near and dear to me is guitar though I love any instrument that creates rhythmic melody to my ears.

When I strum each string of my guitar, the sound does not only reach to my brain but it makes warm impact in my heart. I feel my heart has the same strings. Music has less to do with mind I feel. It is the creation of heart, of soul. And soul has its own intelligence.

I wish every one a prosperous day in thoughts and play the tunes of your heartbeats…. :)


Muwah….. :) :)