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The art of living!

(Trying to summarize what I learnt about the art of living. It did teach me to share; share the peace, share the harmony, share the fruit of virtue; apart from learning to develop equanimity towards our craving and aversions. Here it goes ..........) "Sanjit, there you go." "Kritajna, here you feel."  ...........Oh! Isn't life full of, People, Actions and Reactions? Did you know? Every single action, Has a bio-chemical reaction? Some lead to cravings, While others create aversions. It depends on the inputs, And the self developed conceit. That is why they say, It is not the words, But how you are made to feel, That is remembered! These cravings and aversions, Are like lines fragile, erasable or deep. Fragile, like the line on the water, Erasable, like the line on the beach sand, Deep, like the line on the rock. Until you get rid of these lines, They keep growing into mangled misery vines.  Sheela - the mo

Disconnect to connect!

4th March, 2020, I started my car @ 6 am. Accompanying me were my backpack, phone, water in a steel bottle, bananas and oranges. The backpack took the backseat, the last 3 items took my side seat, while the phone comfortably took the getting-charged seat. I had decided to have my breakfast at Davangere. No, it was not out-of-the-blues decision, I had planned it on the eve of  New Year.  Zoom! I started, and I was out of the city in no time. My other associates were - an excellent weather, the silent non-busy city, empty roads and some melodious music. I ate up some of my companions (remember! the bananas and the oranges) at toll points. I hit Davangere @ 9:20 am. I halted to fuel my car with petrol and my tummy with yummy Davangere Benne Dosa. I was suppose to report by 2 pm @Vipassana Meditation & Research Centre (Belaku, Inchara school campus). I had lots of time in hand to explore the city before the reporting. I went towards Arsikere and beyond, and realized that I wa

Little things that make my day

Background: I was out on a 10 day meditation camp. Completely disconnected from the outer world, even unaware about the corona panic in the city and the cancellation of daughter's exams. I was back home from Davangere only yesterday, 15th March. Some more background: My 8-year-young, younger daughter, has the habit of tearing pages and pinning them up as a mini book. In cutting-shaping-making the mini book, half the pages go waste. I often tell her not to waste pages, but that gets in the pretending-deaf ears. I then would not push much on that, for I know those mini books would have some treasures of her write ups and drawings. When I was away, my elder had convinced her to have a folder on the desktop and go digital. Younger, having learnt folder-file creation and use of word doc at school was more than happy to put her learning into use.  Scene: At home,   on 15th,   I was sitting on the dinning chair facing my younger daughter. She was eager to share a lot of thin

A day when you have your wish done!

My younger has a flair for poems. As a kid of 4-5 years she used to sing songs in her own tune framing her own lyrics. I remember one of them as "The rain is falling under the blue sky, I love to dance like a butterfly." Whenever her pre-kg-teachers used to complain, of her not opening her mouth, I would counter saying "She composes her songs and you tell me she does not talk?" After all everyone have their unique way of communicating.   One day as I was cleaning a few stuffs, I caught hold of few safely packed and kept drawings of my elder daughter. As I opened a few of them and smiled, my younger questioned "Why are you smiling?"  I replied "Your sister's drawings made me smile."  She quipped "What is there to laugh?" I responded "You know how she draws now, right?"  With all enthusiasm came the reply "Oh yes! she is awesome!" Showing her the paper I was holding "Look at these

Drawing lessons from IT memory .....

It was Christmas, and we were in Udupi for the holidays. The cold breeze from the beach flew our hair in different directions; and hit our face to make us feel it's presence. Some enjoyed building sand-castles, while others pampered their foot with the gentle kisses from the waves, most were into the water, lost in it. Everybody took delight in their own world. I was in one of my all time favorite places, with the right combination of sun, sand and sea - the beach; yet I was unhappy. (Lesson 1) A few weeks back I had a decision to make between a personal and a professional promotion. Having chosen personal promotion; I was sitting on the sea shore and thinking how I would get back and rise to the other promotion again, for I knew, I had to start all over again and that would take time. It was a mixed emotion. Above all, I had anger, I was denied my due promotion for personal grudge though reason quoted was 'Management decision'. More than an year's hard work was fl


MIND-MAZE! Driving cars to the office, Stuffing food into the mouth, Rushing kids into the school bus, Finding pleasures in the social media likes and comments, Tricking self to believe that there is no time, Every body are very busy in their rat-race; What a never ending chase! No time left, to stop and watch, Where we are heading to? Trees made into papers, Rivers filled with plastics, Things being loved, People being used, Blind, asleep; the precious life is in neglect, What a pathetic phase? Oh mind relax! Learn the art of tasting every moment; By untangling the mind-maze.

Kids these days are OutStanding!

One of the most challenging things for me has been engaging my younger in the learning process. Over time I have known that her grasping is extremely good; however her focus span is very short. If she spends 5 minutes on studies; she takes a 20 minutes break. The things that she would have grasped in 5 minutes would be for sure worth a mention. I often keep telling her that she is an excellent escape artist. She manages to steal 'her time' under my nose effortlessly. I also should admit that it is that part of 'her time' that I have had some of the best moments with her. This is one such instance from those moments. Younger : Amma, do you know what Ayaan (name changed) did in the class today? Me : What? Younger : He was quarreling with another boy and making some noise. Me : Though sometimes we elders do not relish it, kids are meant to do that. Younger : M'am asked him to be quite, he still continued. Me: hmm Younger : Do you know wha