We all get tamed…!

The best part about babies is that they are in the present. When they smile, their body, mind all smiles, when they cry, the body-mind cries together. Their are no faces, but just one- the present. When you see a smiling baby you can surely make out that he is happy, but can this be said for an adult?

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What happens when we get old? We can’t savor any single moment. In a happy moment, our body is excited but our mind is worried for the future. The same is with sad moments. As we age, our bodies stays in the present but our mind either in the past or the future where none is real.

This is why I say that with time we all get tamed by the mistress of this grand play, Maya. When we tame an animal, we make sure that it dances to our tune. This is what happens to us, dancing on the tunes of Maya and those perfectly tamed becomes the leaders who set norms to live a life that is socially acceptable.


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Where do you stand in this present moment? Are you completely tamed or still under process? Some say,  ignorance is bliss. As for me, I am stuck in the two worlds, where you have knowledge but fails to transform it into wisdom. That is where the knowing becomes an unending suffering.

It’s our choice whether to stay ignorant and remain tamed or transform this knowledge into wisdom and live in the present.

Stay happy, stay blessed. 🙂



Everybody wants to be loved…!

Faith and hope, they say are the best medicines for a quick rejuvenation. We all take this pill once in a while to keep us going till we reach the exit sign. We hope for a good day at work, a good day at college, faith in the gods to sail us through our problems.


Faith and hope the best medicines for living an ordinary life in an extraordinary way. 

Good and bad days are the part of living in this world. Like discontinuity in  time is the norm in the dream world, similarly duality is the norm in this world. To face this duality we need this combo of hope and faith- the best pill to live life.

We walk through people greeting us and sometime yelling at us. This duality is enjoyed and repelled at the same time. The fear of being disliked and the hope for a smooth flow of life is what keeps the mind racing.

Stop! Take a pause! Relax!

Look around you, this is the same world where in a heavy traffic if you accidentally bump into someones car you will be accused of being a bad driver, leaving aside the yelling you will be receiving. On the other hand the next day at work or college you will be overwhelmingly appreciated for your hardwork.

Slow down! Look carefully. This is the world of dualities we all live through.

Why I wrote this is to tell you not to fear of the unpleasantness and no to be too attached to the pleasant moments. They come and go. Let them pass through you without shaking your ground. Laugh through the good and bad as both are nothing but illusions of this world.

Take it easy. Have faith and hope of living this ordinary life in an extraordinary way and letting the good and bad pass through you without shaking you like you are the mere spectator is the extraordinary.

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Stay happy stay blessed 🙂

The fire that awaits…!

The music was loud, the drinks intoxicating, everyone in the room seems to enjoy the last day of yet another aging year.

“Would you like to have a refill, madame?”

The empty glass was raised and the wine poured gently. Sitting alone in the comfortable couch that smelled of leather, her lips touched the wine glass for another gulp. Her eyes constantly staring at the flames as they danced on the dry woods. Hypnotized by the cozy fire in front of her, she wondered why people fear fire. It doesn’t burns rather dances on the mortal remains.

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Under the roof everyone she thought mattered were present. Intoxicated by the drinks they didn’t notice her sitting too close to the fireplace. With every passing moment she knew she would be fed to the fire. The flames will dance on her too while they ravish her mortal existence.

Holding the glass half filled, her eyes departed from the fire and searched for her family. Seeing them completely consumed in the illusions of the mortal world, she hissed. Her gaze came back to the flames, still alive and dancing. Her eyes burned with the tears that wanted to roll down her cheeks and alert her guardians that she would be fed to the fire at the tick of 12.

The noise grew louder, 3…….2……….1…. Her ears went deaf and only she could hear was the ringing sound. The decision was made. She stood up, gulped the last wine she would ever taste and threw the glass into the fire. Getting the first taste of her mortal existence the fire roared. The cozy warmth of fire had changed into the ferocious heat biting her skin.

She stepped away from the fire. Looked at her family once again, miserably hoping that they will snap out from the hypnosis and would protect her. To her dismay they didn’t even notice, completely intoxicated by the wine, prepared and served by the greatest illusionist, Maya.

The fire had grown impatient. It grew louder and she knew what laid ahead. Shifting her gaze to the fire, she closed her eyes and started invoking the immortal within as that was the only thing untouched by the fire. The flames rose to taste her mortal skin and with every burn she kept invoking the immortal within by the mantra:

“It’s just a bad illusion, it shall pass”



In that single shot she had forgotten all the enchanted wisdom. It was just a bullet through her heart but just like the ordinary she had let herself be consumed by the smoke of Maya.

Lying there in the pool of her blood, fighting the pains that the bullet was causing, the Gods spoke to her. They repeatedly said,

 “You r not the one who is dying. You are just experiencing death, the body you have will die in 30 sec. Free yourself if u can from Maya. Donot surrender into the attachment for this body. You r not the body, but u have a body.”

Trying hard to hold on to her last seconds of consciousness, she angrily refuted the Divine words of the Gods. 

“This is me who got shot, this is me who is lying in her own pool of blood, this is me who is in terrible pain. Please remove my pain.”

As much as she cried for help, the more the Gods were willing to remove the pain she was in. But the last second went by and the body spoke no more.

She lost again. The enchanted wisdom couldn’t rescue her, the Gods couldn’t save her. They didn’t fail, the wisdom was transcendent and the Gods were real, but only her attachments, to her body, her identity made her surrender to the Maya than to the Gods.

Her attachments gave her a painful death.

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Hey guys. It’s been long but here is a small post which I thought of writing. Hope u enjoy reading it.

The night was starry, the moon was full and so were the wine glasses. The party was on as it was final that she was ready to settle.

As she looked through the faces, some were strangers and some she knew, they all had one thing common though. They all had settled in their life. 

Yes, the settlement which one does when they realize that the time for living life is more important than struggling. 

“Finally now u can enjoy. I wonder why u hooked up to that bizarre idea for such a long time. Now u can live ur leftover precious youthful life. Cheers!”

She smiled at him when the wine glasses touched each other. Had she really made the settlement? 

To the minds drowning into the pleasurable illusion of Maya she had become one of them. They were happy for her as she would now be happy, as what they thought.

But that night at the party under the starry night, she was just a speck of light playing the character of the girl who made the settlement. As for her, she was just a visitor in their party and in their illusionary world of Maya, witnessing and experiencing the life of a girl who just made a settlement.

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Stay happy stay blessed

A Girl and the Mystic- Chapter 7 Part 3

A Girl and the Mystic- Chapter 7 Part 3

Read Chapter 7 if not read yet.

The deafening sound was heard by all the members present in the castle as well as outside it. Mother was in her deep meditation when the sound jolted her. She realized immediately that the sound was related to the horrific event that would now become the trigger for the misery of her people. But even if she desired, she couldn’t change this fate as she knew it was time.

When she reached at the spot, she saw Baanko lying on the floor, unconscious. His body bruised with the pieces of broken glass which seemed like they were stabbed into his body. The whole room was empty, dark with the scattered pieces of glass. The guards came but none entered the room as such was the respect for the law set by the mediator.

“Watoo has been unleashed. Go and ring the tower bells. People must know what’s coming.” She ordered the guards while tenderly placing  Baanko’s head on her lap.

Anna listened to the story very carefully. The old man was a good story teller, she thought. The dawn was breaking and woods were filled with the beautiful sounds of the birds. The air was still cool and there was the scent of sandalwood in it.

“Where did Watoo go? And what about Iroshi? Did he die?” asked Anna with her thoughts still immersed in the story.

“No one dies Anna. Not you, not me and neither did Iroshi. Death is nothing but an illusion. Illusion that was casted by Watoo on Baanko.” replied the old man sitting under the banyan tree in a gyan mudra.

“Wasn’t Baanko a powerful mystic. How stupid of him to fell for the illusion? I don’t think he would succeed his mother as a mediator?” snapped Anna angry at Baanko whom she thought was the hero of the story.

The old man now grinning at her and at the irony how Anna had decided the fate of Baanko without knowing that her own fate was sealed with him.

“Go back home now. You are getting late for college. I will tell the rest of the story tomorrow”, he ordered Anna.

Anna resisted first then reluctantly walked past the woods. It took her a month before she got used to the old man who claimed himself belonging to the invisible world and who loved to tell her the stories of his world. She had compelling evidences that supported the fact that she was not crazy and the old man did exist. She had read about the subtle energies that can’t be sensed by human’s five senses like aura and she had also read about healers using these subtle energies which modern science still lacked equipment to conduct these experiments. She knew that even in this visible world there were things that were invisible. But, maybe a fluctuation in her aura or her energy level had made her see the invisible.

A Girl and the Mystic- Chapter 7 Part 2

A Girl and the Mystic- Chapter 7 Part 2

That fateful night of the new moon, Baanko was out with his friend Jataayu- the eagle aka the old man who had come to save Anna. The night was beautiful, the clear sky filled with zillion of stars. Baanko was twenty one and it had been an year since he started his training of a mediator. Mediators were very powerful mystics who took up place next to the Gods. It was said in the lore of the invisible world that a mediator was a demigod protecting them by maintaining  the balance between life and death.

Baanko had successfully learned the first two steps that were, invoking the magick and controlling the elements. His karmas were such that he had a natural knack in the art of mysticism. He naturally knew the rhythms of the five elements- air, water, fire and earth and could easily manipulate them. But being a mediator was not just about being a sorcerer, it was more than that. He was yet to learn about the powerful illusions that were cast by Iroshi and Watoo that had made many great warriors their slave.

That night Baanko while returning to the castle, saw a blinding blood red light coming out from the top of the castle. He knew that Watoo and Iroshi were kept in top room but he had never seen that light before.  He was tempted to go inside take a look, but the room where Iroshi and Watoo were kept was a prohibited zone. Only a full fledged mediator could enter that room and Baanko was yet to become one.

The pleasant breeze brushed through his coal black hairs which were a little short to touch his shoulders. His eyes glued to the dance of the red light. For a moment he thought of the consequences if mother would find out about him breaking the law. But that new moon night, the blood red light charmed his young mind enough that he brushed the undesirable  thoughts away and decided to go inside the room. As he climbed the honey coated wooden stairs, he could feel his heart beating fast. He had to make sure that he was not seen by anyone. Jataayu flew near the castle screeching to warn Baanko, but Baanko’s five senses had stopped interpreting the signals. All he wanted was to witness the source of this dazzling red light.

“What are you doing so late sir? You should not be here, specially on a new moon light.” One of the two guards protecting the door spoke.

Baanko flicked his fingers and they both fell down, unconscious.

As he opened the door, he saw a huge hourglass containing the red light in one half and the blue in the other half. The lights were in constant flux. It felt like they were fighting with each other, tearing each other apart. He saw the red laight eating into the space of the blue light. The whole room was bathing in its light. His own eyes were glowing blood red. His steps moved him closer to the hourglass. Mesmerized by the illusions of Watoo, he couldn’t resist to touch the glass which was glowing red. The moment his warm hands touched the glass, the dazzling energies spiraled into each other creating a deafening sound  breaking the hourglass.

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