If I live for 30 more years, I will get 1440 more weekends. Today is one down. So here is an attempt to live it. To begin with is a Tibetan tea. SORIG -Raab-Ga-Yangzin tea. First is its presentation. In a mug, Tibetan mug, heat absorbing, ethnic, stone-made.. Feel of the earth, nature. You see … Continue reading Being Zen..

You don't create a life you love. You let the universe flow through you. At some point, you become that flow itself, as you become one with the universe. That lightness, the exhilarating lightness of that being, becomes your life. Life on the crest of the wave, that let's you feel light, so very light … Continue reading Buddha’s smile..

“Do you remember the definition of ‘consideration’ I taught you? His voice still had that thunder, his physical appearance still imposing, the mustache had lost its upwardly edges, but that hadn’t lowered the power of his presence. And that was probably the only visible change I noticed in him, despite his prolonged illness. I gently … Continue reading Professor Jose Thayyil – Memories

A queue of candidates seeking deeper meaning, recognizing there are people way ahead in that queue waiting to experience the same outcome. Initiated selves they may be. But initiation at best puts you in the queue. Never helps you jump it. The tools and techniques for higher, farther self enquiries, for seekers of self reflections, … Continue reading Life feels like a long queue..

When is the return to those terrains of love, Krishna’s witty, vivacious sparkles of love. Its colors, in brightly blues, and those charming shades of yellow, sparkle through those bylanes of Vrindavan. Banke Bihari’s play fields where the chant is always Radhey, Radhey for he is bound to be around where she is. Colors of … Continue reading Banke Bihari..