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Corona days through my goggles

I woke up this morning after a straight seven hours sleep and feel like I can sleep another seven hours.  A week long wisdom-tooth trouble and mostly closed dental clinics; direct me to pain killers. Being me, pills are usually not my escape route. Unless situations demand, I mostly seek sleep as an escape for physical pain. However, I have been managing with turmeric pastes, salt water gargles and clove oil to beat the sulking tooth ache. These are strange times. Aren’t they? An invisible virus called corona resulting in a pandemic that has caused the entire world to shutdown. Doesn’t it look more like a dream than a reality? Aren’t we living through the days that our future would read about, as not-so-easily-believable history?  I wonder, when are we going to wake up from this dream called reality! With out a second thought, we humans have achieved the unachievable; reached the unreachable and there is no boundary to our limits. We all have been busy running a rat-race.   So b

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If I accidentally become a chef, I will add 'smiley heart' to biryani. Full stop.

14th of April, my younger who had feverish symptoms said "Amma, how I wish I become a new born baby or fall completely sick." Knowing her well, smiling I replied "How much more time do you expect me to be with you? I am all the while here with you." Giving a tight hug and feeling at ease on my lap, she gave a naughty smile "Its not the time, its the special attention that I get." I tried to deviate, "Where are your sisters? the elder and the younger? We need to decide the menu for tomorrow." She called out for her sisters, while she still savored the cozy bed that my lap offered her.  Kids wanted to help in all the house hold works including cooking. That's how they wanted to celebrate granny's birthday. I was with them on their call. Few years with kids help us learn a certain tactics very well. One of them is, things would best work if the decisions were theirs, specially when it comes to eating. I did not want to end up making di

I love my family the most!

Background: After a 10-day long lock-down for a meditation camp, we participants were handed back our valuables on 14th of March evening. We are in that fragment of the evolution where our cell phones are considered more valuable than our wallets. Thanks to google pay , paytm , money pay , paisa pay ; some of us even carry our wallets in the phone. Phones these days have become inseparable partners. As soon as the phone was in the hand, all of us got unwittingly busy.  Fortunately my phone ran out of charge and denied its company. I put my phone to charge and observed other known strangers (strangers because we were on vow of silence, we only knew each other by face, and by talk since few hours). Some were excited to share the meditation experience with their loved ones, while others were a little tensed; probably because of the invasion of uninvited guest, corona, in Bangalore. We were completely ignorant of the corona-happenings until then. Each one lost in their own world unaw

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