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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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A strange fellow

I have found moon to be a strange fellow. Happy and smiling most of the time with a glow on his face. But he gets angry suddenly and decides to disappear. Then he comes back again with a sheepish smile, perhaps regretting his anger. Some days he seems pensive and withdrawn. Some days he hides as if he were a naughty child who had just pulled a prank. But he is most vulnerable and wavering when he visits the sea. Maybe its vastitude overwhelms him. Or may be he shies away from the waves trying to reach him, touch him.
Every man's island, every man's watchman, is his conscience.Prejudice, a dirty word, and faith, a clean one, have something in common: they both begin where reason ends.
                                                       - Harper Lee

Go set a watchman

I am holding 'Go set a watchman' in hand for the past few hours. Am I reading it? No. Honestly I don't want to read it because it will end soon if I started reading. And I don't want it to end. You may find it strange but ask any passionate reader and they will tell you that's their biggest fear. That the book will end. To kill a mockingbird was a wonder. And I know that this too will be.
Harper Lee might have been a one-book wonder but she was a wonder alright. Not like other 'intellectual' one-book-earlier-and-now-two-book wonders.
More about the book if I can bring myself to read it.

Wings & free

Am sitting in a forest. Watching birds fly by. Flocks and single. Tiny and not-so. Fluttering their wings. Piercing through the air with effort. We say birds are free. Are they really?
We are bound by our thoughts, our opinions. Are they too? Saw a tiny bird fluttering hard against wind, piercing the air with sheer effort and flying off. Is it why a bird is free? We can't break away from our preconceived ideas. Is that why we are not free?


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.