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It's the journey...

An old saying among the explorers of the Americas says, "It is not life that matters, but the journey." But who among us enjoys the journey? We are busy deciding when, in a future date, we should be happy, that we have pushed to the back of our mind the truth that "now" we should be happy. Now, or that moment never comes.
Life is just a collection of moments, which includes this moment. If we think we'll be happy after shifting to 'our' new house or driving 'our' new car or walking on the streets of Paris or along the Thames bridge, it's just a never-ending story.
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ನಾನು ಸೂರ್ಯವಂಶಿ. ಆದರೆ ಸೂರ್ಯ ಮಾತ್ರ ಚಂದ್ರವಂಶಿ. ಅವನು ಎದ್ದು ಬರೋದು ರಾತ್ರಿಯೇ. ಅವನು ಬರದೆ ಬೆಳಗಾಗೋಲ್ಲ. ಬೆಳಗೆ ಎದ್ದರೆ ಮಾತ್ರ ಅವನು ಸೂರ್ಯವಂಶಿಯಾಗ್ತಾನೆ. ಅಲ್ವಾ? ಇದೊಂಥರಾ ಕೋಳಿ ಮೊದಲೋ, ಮೊಟ್ಟೆ ಮೊದಲೋ ಸಮಸ್ಯೆ ಥರ.


I hate bonsai trees. They are great to look at. A whole tree in a tiny pot. Looks like a classical case of 'Honey I shrunk the kids.'  I hate growing bonsai because it's where we humans exercise our domination over other living beings and shape them to our fancy. It is just like a sculptor shaping a crude stone into a 'beautiful' sculpture. Does the plant want to become a bonsai? Does the stone want to become a sculpture and look beautiful to man? Don't you think it is cruelty? How would we humans like it if someone stronger than us diminish our size and shape us according to their whims and fancies? Do you want to be free or look beautiful to the world?

Being aware?

Osho, you were wrong. You said we should always be aware of the present. We should be fully aware of the work at hand, even if it's a simple one as breathing. 
No. If we try to constantly remain aware of our present, we will lose our dreamy state, and thus creativity. It's only when we dream that we can create, imagine. Nothing new will be born without dreams. Not even ideas.

Dream's wagon

Riding on the dream's wagon, I passed my childhood. I was a big dreamer. I lived in my own little world where fairies existed, adventures came searching for me and I was the heroine who won always.
Now I know that all kids dream like I did. Anyway it was fun and took my mind from the outside world which seemed an alien planet to my mind. I never could mingle with anybody else, bar a few, because my beliefs were different. My aims and aspirations were different. Now I wonder if I should have atleast tried.

Sea child

Grey skies and muddied waters. The beach was sad and the sky cried. Waves tried to run but were pulled back into the ocean. They even tried to hug the sun's peeping reflection on the sand. Froth lined the shores.
Rainy season brings out the worst in the ocean. It gets depressed, angry and quite moody. It tries to scare away uninvited guests. It hides its fishes from fishermen. Acts like a child. But it has an admirer in me; for, I love the sea.

Norfolk Pine

Norfolk Pine tree soaking up the rain delightedly in our garden

ಮಳೆ ಬಂತು

ಒಂದು ಹಳದಿ ಮುದಿ ಎಲೆ ಕೆಳಗೆ ಬೀಳಲೂ ಕೂಡದು ಎನ್ನುವ ಹಾಗೆ ಮೆಲ್ಲನೆ ಅಂಗಳಕ್ಕಿಳಿಯಿತು. ಅದೇ ಒಣ ತೆಂಗಿನಕಾಯಿಗಳು ಪಟ ಪಟ ಕೆಳಗೆ ಹಾರಿ ದಾರಿಯಲ್ಲಿ ಹೋಗುತ್ತಿದ್ದವರನ್ನೆಲ್ಲ ಹೆದರಿಸಿ ಓಡಿಸಿದವು. ಮರಗಳೆಲ್ಲ ತಟಸ್ಥ. ನೀನು ಬಂದರೆಷ್ಟು ಬಿಟ್ಟರೆಷ್ಟು ಅನ್ನುವ ಹಾಗೆ. ಒಳಗೊಳಗೇ ಬರದೇ ಇದ್ದರೆ ಅನ್ನುವ ದುಗುಡ ಬೇರೆ.
ಆದರೂ ಪುಟ್ಟ ಪುಟ್ಟ ಹನಿಗಳನ್ನೆಲ್ಲ ಮೆಲ್ಲಗೆ ಮೊದಲು ಕಳಿಸಿ, ನಂತರ ನೆಲಕ್ಕೆ ಅಪ್ಪಳಿಸಿದವು ದೊಡ್ಡ ದೊಡ್ಡ ಹನಿಗಳು.
ಗದ್ದಲದ ಮೆರವಣಿಗೆಯಲ್ಲಿ ಬಂದ ಮಳೆ ನೋಡುತ್ತಾ ಅನ್ನಿಸಿದ್ದು ಈ ಸಲದ ಮಳೆಗಾಲವೇ ವಿಚಿತ್ರ. ಈ ಭೂಮಿಯನ್ನು ತಂಪು ಮಾಡಲು ಇನ್ನೆಷ್ಟು ಮೋಡ ಕರಗಬೇಕೋ. ಇನ್ನು ಮೇಲೆ ಹೀಗೇನೋ.