Blog of a Forbidden Dreamer

Hello to this year and all the temporary happiness and unhappiness of this year,  I'm afraid your allotted time is fast ending. Its a matter of days now and I have got a lot to speak out to you. All those wonderful memories you sparingly showered on me was such true blessings that the sparingness ensured it was counted and enjoyed. Too much of the happiness would have been truly an overdose, it might have got lost. But, brilliantly you sent me a surge if sorrows good enough to clear out my tear valves and moisten my eyes quite frequently. You do take very good care of the eyes by the by. My friend count almost lost limits this year. I found some very extraordinary lot and realized the sincerity of many. I got to know my loved ones a bit more, which makes our bondings stronger this year. There were losses to me, but none equals the gains in unison. The days were bright enough and there was sufficient rain and sun to invest for the coming year as well. My days we...

  My paternal home was my playground during holidays where I would chase after birds and squirrels while Grandpa, a retired headmaster, tended to his plants. That day I was busy filling his ears with all the bads I could imagine about the teachers I hated at school. Homeworks were leaching out my play hours and palms were sore due to the ‘cane thrashings’. I stopped as I saw two men assisting Grandpa to cut off branches from my favorite Guava tree. “They cannot cut my tree! That is rude”, my eyes welled up with tears which did not go unnoticed. I needed explanation and that was certain. Grandpa replied that it was necessary, which obviously did not satisfy me. This is when my father stepped in and I knew that a scientific explanation was on the brew. He began that when the unwanted branches are chopped off the tree can concentrate on the main branches that give us fruits. And that by chopping off wandering branches the threat of the branches touching the electrical lines are ...

There are many occasions in life when nothing “seems” right and so, when everything turns out right our mind becomes instantly deeply irritated as we think into our past to realize that something grave is following. This is no intuition but mere experience or more correctly, beliefs. We have tuned our into such a frequency that it is always in a balanced state fluctuating between the satisfied and unsatisfied, never tempted to go in a straight line. This is exactly why we can’t attain that moment of spiritual bliss. It is because we ourselves torn between duties and desires. They can never make a perfect mixture. I guess that’s the law. Because, every time we want to bask in our desires fulfilling them, there comes the call of duty. Duty comes piercing deep into that bubble of desires. But the bubble doesn’t pop, that is the toughest part. It sticks on to the tip of duty and so nothing seems to satisfy us, but we painfully note that we lack what we want in spite of carrying out dut...

  Last day i chanced to hear two women conversing about an old lady on her death bed. The dialogue was a very sincere relief of one of the women that the old lady had nothing to worry about since she had even great grand children and that now she can die peacefully. I was literally shocked... Is having great grand children the only  goal in the world? If you have great grand children don't you have to worry about anything else? no more desires and dreams?? Does that mean that all of our life spend in toil was just to reproduce and nothing else!! such a blunder. How can life and happiness be calculated by the number of generation you have seen or created and the number of progeny!! It may contribute to some part of happiness and satisfaction but not all of it for sure. No one wants to bury their dreams and desires to think of reproducing. But i have to agree that majority of women still face this torture of the society; "born to give birth" i guess. 

Centuries ago when the true flourishing of civilizations took place the world without exception believed on the power of the female that created life. The female ruled the lands and men were mere subordinates ready to engage on all menial jobs and hard nut tasks.  Males were nothing more than concubines or servants. It was a ritual in the western civilizations that the concubine of the Queen was to be killed and the flesh to be eaten raw by the queen and the priestesses, which they believed impregnated them. Gradually the male counterpart intoxicated with the possible power and of course fearing death, by years of cunning procrastination of the ritual each time reasoning the substitute of a young male in his stead rose to supreme power. Later the young male was yet again substituted by animal sacrifice. And hence ages empowered the male cunning and female was gradually suppressed into servitude, which lead to the current degradation faced by the gender. I've often heard...

Life… the term is a possession that humanity believes to be its own!  But look around.. Life is not just humans but also rest of the beings that breathe and grow. We are well aware that when we are in a system we have to be an active participant in all its activities: in a society, in an institution, in a group, in a country, everywhere man is on a run to prove to be the best among the group. The best participant worthy of praises… But are we truly an active participant to the life around us? The answer is most probably a big “YES” which arrogantly echoes in your mind right now. Well the answer is so very wrong. If you live in a society, belong to a group, score well for your institution, make your family proud, contribute to the income, contribute to the state and so on why is that humanity always finds it comfortable to forget that we live on Earth?? We are Terrestrials, living beings of the planet named “Terra” a.k.a Earth? We forget to be that active participant on Earth. How...

It is often strange that we feel alone most of the time. Not because there is none near us, but because we are convinced that we are strangers to people around us. Often when we are surrounded by family or friends we realize that we don't belong there... How queer, but that's just our mind pretending to be to be neglected or perhaps our lonely self that repels every external attempt of coming closer to us! We want to be alone, but we need company too!! Man is such a confusing being... The secret to living is not in feeling alone when you have company and wanting company when you are alone... Life is best the other way around. To simply listen to people, to speak something silly, being along and being present at the given moment, and when alone just relaxing the mind, listening to the calm, breathing in the peace and letting loose yourself for your mind to wander free the wild... I have noticed during my lonely walks that I often  feel the need of company, my heart sags when ...

Often it happens that a single moment in our life gets inundated by a multitude of incidents and a myriad of acquaintances and near and dear ones and henceforth we miss certain small but wonderful moments in life. There comes certain unnoticed but worthy details of life that we yearn to think back but fail, yearn to reach back to the past to relive the moment and to rediscover things. But it is beyond our power to challenge the flow of time. It simply slithers away from our grip. Our little eyes and well-trained ears might have left out many things worthy to be noticed but too frail or vague to be noticed and the  time simply sweeps away its traces as soon as the opportunity is lost. A blink of the eye and we have already lost a second of our time! It always shocks me that the temporariness of time is permanent . How paradoxical!  Thinking again, this permanent temporariness is a petulance that have stricken every life on earth. It is permanent that days pass, but each passi...