Attention is the purest form of generosity. The ability to attend, to notice is a luxury in this ‘information- overload’ era. On a particularly uneventful and insipid day, I chanced upon a book cover.  This book and I shared a fierce camaraderie, back in school. It tugged at my heartstrings. Transfixed, I lapped up every detail of the book cover and I was whisked away to the world it had then conjured – replete with the robin…clean fresh scent of heather and grass.

That’s what art does to you. It summons your multi-sensory capacities. It makes you an explorer for life…and the world turns into a perennial Disneyland.

 

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Morning Light by Gunjan Bhatia

Woke up cursing the alarm that I forgot to turn off on my day off from work, the weather that made my back hurt, cursing my troubled sleep patterns, the dry heat at home, my congested sinuses, my throat, my life… And then, I noticed a deep red light peeking through the window blinds. I saw this little miracle waiting for me outside my window and my life just melted away in the warmth of the radiant sun that was about to make an appearance.

There are miracles that happen every day, miracles that we fail to recognize because we’re too busy complaining. I feel blessed to have witnessed one of them this morning. (Picture: Lake Michigan – Chicago)Image

The Pinky Finger – Rony D’Costa

This year, I have been trying hard to practice mindfulness meditation. Simply put, mindfulness meditation is about being in the present without judging your thoughts. It is a practice, so the struggle is always to show up every day to do 15 minutes of meditation. It should also be practised in your day to day life. Which, I was never able to do. But, an unexpected accident in which my little finger on the right hand got chopped off, lead to me being hospitalized for three days. I was in cast for almost a month and a half. Every little mundane task became a herculean task, but the miraculous part in this was that unknowingly I realized that I have started practising mindfulness mediation in my day to day life. I ate my food fast but, thanks to the right hand being invalid for some time, eating food with the left hand became a practice in mindfulness. The world around me slowed down as if I was living life that was shot in high speed (slow motion). Life teaches us new things in strange ways, only if we are willing to learn from it.

The biggest miracle in this mundane phase of my life was to have my best friend Image

around. Miraculously, she was in between jobs so she had some free time which she graciously used to spend with me. Having her around this phase of illness which otherwise would have become a depressing phase turned into days filled with laughter and some great conversations. Yes, Miracles do happen. Even in your worst phase and sometimes, they take the form of a human being.

Can’t hide my Crazy…

I tend to find wisdom in some wonderfully weird places…sometimes in fortune cookies too. Everyone has their guilty pleasures. Mine are sitcoms. To think of it, they aren’t exactly ‘guilty’. They make me believe in the simplicity of life when convoluted profound theories threaten to steal small joys. I feel like I share a string kinship with some of the kooky and clumsy characters. Some back-to-back viewing and a bad day isn’t that awful any more.

“You may think your only choices are to swallow your anger or throw it in someone’s face. There’s a third option: you can just let it go.” ( Ted, How I met your mother)

“Maybe we don’t need the universe to tell us what we really want. Maybe we already know that, deep down.” ( Ted, How I met your mother)

OK, yes it’s a mistake. I know it’s a mistake, but there are certain things in life where you know it’s a mistake but you don’t really know it’s a mistake because the only way to really know it’s a mistake is to make the mistake and look back and say ‘yep, that was a mistake.’ So really, the bigger mistake would be to not make the mistake, because then you’d go your whole life not knowing if something is a mistake or not. And dammit, I’ve made no mistakes! I’ve done all of this; my life, my relationship, my career, mistake-free. Does any of this make sense to you? – Lily
Here’s the thing about mistakes. Sometimes, even when you know something’s a mistake, you gotta make it anyway. – Ted

There’s no way of knowing for sure where the safest place is, so the best you can hope for is to have some good company. – Ted

Think of me like Yoda, but instead of being little and green I wear suits and I’m awesome. I’m your bro-I’m Broda! – Barney

Jesus waited three days to come back to life. It was perfect! If he had only waited one day, a lot of people wouldn’t have even heard he died. They’d be all, “Hey Jesus, what up?” and Jesus would probably be like, “What up? I died yesterday!” and they’d be all, “Uh, you look pretty alive to me, dude…” and then Jesus would have to explain how he was resurrected, and how it was a miracle, and the dude’d be like “Uhh okay, whatever you say, bro…” And he’s not gonna come back on a Saturday. Everybody’s busy, doing chores, workin’ the loom, trimmin’ the beard, NO. He waited the perfect number of days, three. Plus it’s Sunday, so everyone’s in church already, and they’re all in there like “Oh no, Jesus is dead”, and then BAM! He bursts in the back door, runnin’ up the aisle, everyone’s totally psyched, and FYI, that’s when he invented the high five. That’s why we wait three days to call a woman, because that’s how long Jesus wants us to wait…. True story.” – Barney

“Suits are full of joy. They’re the sartorial equivalent of a baby’s smile.” – Barney

Sheldon: I am aware of the way humans usually reproduce which is messy, unsanitary and based on living next to you for three years, involves loud and unnecessary appeals to a deity.
Penny: Oh, God.
Sheldon: Yes, exactly. (Big Bang Theory)

Greg Montgomery: Well, I wouldn’t want our marriage to get in the way of your dating. (Dharma and Greg) 

I will never understand why they cook on TV. I can’t smell it. Can’t eat it. Can’t taste it. The end of the show they hold it up to the camera, “Well, here it is. You can’t have any. Thanks for watching. Goodbye.” (Seinfeld)

“Every cell in the human body regenerates on average every seven years. Like snakes, in our own way, we shed our skin. Biologically we are brand new people. We may look the same, we probably do, the change isn’t visible at least in most of us, but we are completely changed forever.”
-Meredith Grey

Sheldon: You know, in difficult times like this, I often turn to a force stronger than myself.
Amy: Religion?
Sheldon: Star Trek. (Big Bang Theory)

Nick: ‘Downstairs neighbour put a password on their wi-fi.’ (New Girl)

Nocturnal Wonderland by Ranjib Majumdar

Night. Night after night. The endless nights. Nights that can envelop, consume, devour. We, shrouded in our loneliness. I often wonder, how you must be, in your little world. Do you also feel the aching lyricism that nights offer? I wonder and wander.

I wish our nights could speak to each other.  To end the melancholy of silences. To start the game of alphabets. To travel the distances. To fly over the rickety cabs. To sit in the shivering auto rickshaws. To walk on those roads tired after another day of carrying forward men and machines. I wonder and wander.

Perhaps this night too will turn into another day, and another longing for the night, to be alone, to be lonely, to continue our flawlessly unrequited love story. I wonder and wander.Image

Souvenirs

Souvenirs

Souvenirs are tokens of remembrances. I have always relied on memory and therefore mementos for deriving the pleasures of miniaturization. A long journey can be conjured with a mere glimpse of a souvenir. On a rather dull morning, I flipped through the pages of my diary and found this perfect reminder of a happy place. This flower bud was casually picked up from a sprawling vacant expanse (like a field of gold) in Meghalaya against the backdrop of a tender breeze whipping my hair around. My friend and I had decided to duck the tourist radar to visit the Sacred Forest (Mawphlang). This bud slowly lending its orange and green hues to the spine of my handmade paper diary gracefully transported me to the Narnia-esque woods replete with ‘glow-in-the-dark’ mushrooms. This was where the so-called real world was far-flung but I still felt connected to something realer. This was where my vocabulary went to pieces. When the chips are down, I can plot my own adventure by sneaking into these memories of quieter and more authentic joys. I can get my Mojo back!

Window Seat

Few things are rare in Mumbai – a crisp breezy day, relatively empty roads and a window seat in a bus. A few days back, this combination graced me. The cherry on the cake was the fact that my Ipod played my favourite song on shuffle mode. These uncommon moments of perfection in a magnificently flawed life are what keep me going. I shut my eyes and the shut the world out to metaphorically thank the universe, when it all comes together. Hold on to the moment before it slips away.  Image

Manasi’s Botanical Experiments

I usually make lunch earlier in the day, so that I can reach work in time. It was a sunny day, and I was multi-tasking between making lentil soup, green beans and putting together a salad. I normally experiment with my salad. Today I thought of putting together green tomatoes, radish, green chili pepper and some fresh mint.

I pranced into my private little farm to grab some mint from the pot. I glanced at my little farm that I had unwearyingly nurtured and there amongst the leaves, I saw what my eyes could not believe, a jumbo radish.

This just made my day. I danced with pure delight.  Nature never stops surprising us. It fills us with wonder on a regular day. When our minds are pre-occupied with work it sprinkles that magic dust, just like a dash fresh mint on salad.Image

Flower Power

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I dislike bouquets but I love flowers especially yellow, white and purple ones. Bouquets look like they are choking…loose clusters of flowers on the other hand exude some kind of liberation. Most people I know generally avoid Dadar (Railway) Station since it is crowded and dirty but if you start early; the spectacle of sidewalk flower sellers meticulously threading a needle through flower buds in the chaos is heartening. The cacophony of the crowds juxtaposed with the vibrancy of jasmine, marigold and basil leaves in the Dadar Phool Market is a perfect instance of the miraculous in the mundane for me.

Today I picked up flowers for myself. I guarded them during my commute till I got to office and plonked them in a water bottle. This seemingly irrelevant act kindled my spirit for the day. It’s true – Don’t wait for someone to bring you flowers. Plant your own garden. Decorate your soul.