Thursday, July 18, 2019


B is for Beckon:

At the moment rainy season is at its peak in India. Monsoon clouds captivate nature lovers as well as camera aficionados. They exhibit mercurial tendencies, especially in hills. Cloud families act like gypsies as their designer formations keep changing constantly.  Unlike us they come and go at their own will.

There is the down side too.

In some states of India however, continuous rains have caused floods and lakh of people are affected.  They have been shifted to safer places. The Government agencies are on their toes to provide all assistance to the people who are rendered homeless as their makeshift dwellings units could not stand the raging fury of the floodwaters.

Ironically, many parts of India are rain deficit. In some states crops are rain-fed because of lack of irrigation facilities. Sufficient monsoon showers are a much needed boon for farmers and everybody else to prevent the further depletion of groundwater. Water scarcity is looming large not only in India but in many parts of the world. Global cooperation is needed to rectify the situation. 

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Friday, July 12, 2019


ABC Wednesday's 25th round is special and offers a new challenge for our creative juices to flow ragingly!

  A is for Aging

Time’s ruthless sickle is unsparing.
Its onslaught never misses its mark.

Slowly ambushes man's dynamism,

And grins at his feeble labors.

Its roguish persona is a sly robber,

Of the vitality of the sinews.

Disables their power of renewal,

And dries up the linkages of the limbs.

It mocks man’s morbidity,

Being immune to age’s frailties.

Carries on aiming its callous arrows,

At man’s vulnerabilities.

How funny to say, age is only a number!

Why fool with rosy euphemisms.

Do they disarm the attack of disintegration?

Can they stop the furrows of time’s plough?

Can any potion bring back the swagger in the gait?

Or carefree run on the stairs of life;

Or falsify verities of fears, insecurities, and dwindling life force;

Or prevent dipping assurances and lurking letdowns.

Time wields its power in equal measure,

Over mighty kings, rulers or humankind.

All surrender to its karmic symbolism,

‘It is our destiny’ they echo.


An epilogue for the aging:

Be engaged, be good and be wise!
An old post shared again as it corresponds somewhat to my state of mind these days!

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Friday, July 5, 2019


Zits cartoon strip. Courtesy Internet.

Z for Zits

I happen to read the comic strip ’Zits’ in a Newspaper our son subscribed for when I’s visiting the US many years back. I enjoyed the well-timed humor of the main character Jeremy Duncan. I didn’t know the meaning of the word ‘Zits’ at that time and looked it up in the dictionary. It surprised me to know that it meant pimples, which most adolescents experience in their teens.

However, I failed to notice any correlation between the word 'Zits' and the theme of the strip. There was seemingly no character having zits on his/her face. After that though, I forgot all about it as no publication known to me carried the specific comic strip in India.
Since I’s to write something on the prompt word ‘Z’, I suddenly remembered the comic strip named ‘Zits’ as a possible starting point. The significance of the title ‘Zits’ occurred to me there and then like an act of serendipity.

For most of the adolescents, teen years constitute a phase of confusion turmoil and tribulations of mental and physical nature. One of the miserable circumstances of the phase is the appearance of unexplained zits on their young healthy faces. The untold misery this condition causes in young minds can be described as depression, isolation and being extremely conscious.

Similarly, the hero of ‘Zits’ Jeremy Duncan a tall somewhat clumsy but intelligent 16-year high school sophomore who aspired to become a rock musician faced extreme harassments and miseries in his growing up years. Hence the title 'Zits' of this comic strip seems to be symbolic, subtle and  imaginative one.

So much for the comic strip!

I recall somewhat vividly the horrifying scenario when I’s in my late teens and enjoying summer vacations. I started noticing the slow arrival of small eruptions on my face. Within a few days, the whole face was dotted and looked ugly. I felt devastated. I remained closeted in my room for days. I covered the offending things with Band-Aids. The mirror became the most hateful object. Fortunately, for me, the pimples cleared away soon enough. The vacation period was a Godsend.

I think only a few teens escape this disfiguring episode in the most impressionable period in their lives. Both my kids had more than their fair share of this scourge too.

I do not care what the dermatologists say about the causes of this upsetting condition (hormonal changes, clogging of pores, etc.) generally; blemishes fade away on their own or with some acne medication in due course of time.

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Wednesday, June 26, 2019


"Quality is never an accident, it is always the result of intelligent effort."  John Ruskin

We’re on this planet on a short journey. Therefore, we’ve to make the most of what we have. Possibilities for personal development are endless if we are aware of who we are. Being conscious is vital to evolve and to cross the limits of mundane routine life. Furthermore, we should be careful about expending our energies on superficialities, which might consume all our energies leaving no time to involve in life to the fullest.

It is not easy to overcome chronic doubts, hurts, hatreds and perceived inadequacies. For this to happen we have to set our own standards and constantly try to transcend them for the better. We’ve to bid adieu to the egocentric cliché –‘I’m like this’, as an excuse for not coming up to expectations. This is a restrictive statement. Life progresses in expansion, being able to respond to the infinity of experiences. A conscious life is always evolving. A static life is like stagnant water, which gives stench after some time. A vibrant pulsating existence means observing life anew every day.

Setting your yardsticks also means not to lose sight of the core values- the voice of conscience in the course of facing life’s challenges.  This voice has to be ever ready to notice and embrace the joyful and the elevating.

In this context, traveling is like a handy learning app. It is a prolific book on understanding the diversity of humanity. It makes you humble and receptive.

The ideals on which we decide to live life by, stand for engaging in a battle with ourselves on a daily basis. It keeps us on our toes. Yet it is worth having.

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Friday, June 21, 2019


X is not simply another letter!

Though X is the 24th letter of the English alphabet and the least used yet it is formidable in its persona. It is powerful, it is mysterious, and it is iconic and somewhat vain. Its symbolism has multiple profound references in history.

Here is a short sampling of X in some of its numerous avatars:

X growls its way in words with dominance. It makes its presence felt come what may.

X words enjoy the literary onomatopoetic effect. EXaggerated (hyperbolic) and eXcruciating are good examples of words where the jarring sound nearly hints at the meaning. Phonetically these demand tough articulation in tune with their semantics.

You can’t ignore the word ‘eXtraordinay’ for example. It is special, awesome much more than the ordinary.

Some X words possess slightly negative connotations. ‘Extreme’, ‘Excess’-something not desirable,  ‘Xenophobia’-fear of foreigners- something frowned upon. In clothing, line XL- extra-large and XS extra small signify the choice of the few.

X’s presence in some words invariably characterizes them with elements of mischief, intrigue, chauvinism or an authority or novelty e.g. Axe, tax, sex, maximum, Xerox, axis, nexus, Xanax (name of medicine).

Then there are original expressions having alluring properties, which make you sit up and think. You are enticed to explore their origins, meanings, and contexts. A few of them are:

Xmas- Its spiritual association with Christianity. X is an abbreviation of Christ, which has been accepted for centuries.

X rated- drawn towards sex or pornography.

Generation X- those born between 1969-1979 in America.

Malcolm X – a Muslim revolutionary.

X rays – A diagnostic tool.

X sports- short for extreme sports with the risky and daredevil component.

Swastika X or cross- signifies evil, used by Hitler in Nazi Germany.

X files- documents containing mysterious and secret information about state matters.

X a sign of multiplication in Mathematics and in Algebra signifying a variable.

X stands for the Roman numeral 10.

X has many more diverse, historical and exciting associations waiting to be explored.

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Friday, June 14, 2019



"It is the one who lives in the house who knows where the roof leaks."
African Proverb
Courtesy Google

W for wearer

Of course, who else does?

'ONLY THE WEARER KNOWS WHERE THE SHOE PINCHES' is an old saying that is the distillation of ancient wisdom. Its implications are relatable to the whole humankind and always teach us a lesson or two as social beings.

Our life is an amalgamation of binary oppositions. In fact, this dual nature of life imparts meaning to it. Otherwise, our life would not have been worth living. If there is, happiness there is suffering too. Most of the time nature maintains equilibrium between these two states. However, sometimes it is not so.

We can fairly make a guess about the episodes of joy in other people‘s lives. They are similar for everyone though the scale may be different. However, can we make the right guess about the miseries and agonized events in other people’s lives? No. Such incidents are painfully deep and personal. It is impossible to decipher the lurking doubts and embedded traumas, which others pass through.

There is a need to sensitize ourselves when we approach such individuals for sharing their grief. Mere preaching and thoughtless comments sans figuring out the extent of pain and suffering instead of soothing taut nerves will rather prick more. What is needed is your solid backing and reassurance in measured words.

The pain of desertion, divorce, recurring disputes in family matters, chronic disease, and death of a loved one, loss in business, filial ingratitude and scores of other tragic moments are too deep for words. One who experiences these suffers the scars inside; others can only offer lip service.

Since It is hard to interpret others’ sufferings one should be extra conscious not to hurt their sensibilities by casual remarks.

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Thursday, June 6, 2019


“Some people talk too much without saying a lot.”
Mokokoma Mokhonoana

V for verbosity:

Dictionary says verbosity is the use of unnecessary words in conversation, speech, debates, etc. Another word ‘tautology’ is a literary device with the same meaning. Verbosity is also called clutter, which in any form is hardly appreciated.

On a lighter note, I can say verbosity is an art that specializes in confounding what really matters. Interestingly some individuals are adept at taking recourse to superficial long-winded interventions to scuttle the real issues being discussed and confuse the listeners.

Luckily the discerning listeners gauge just at the beginning the frivolousness of the arguments and refuse to suffer the blah blah. They lock up their cognition and go to sleep with open eyes signifying a subtle way of showing their disapproval of mere rhetoric. Who likes the ones who exhibit their grandiloquence in everyday situations?

In a small group sometimes, a particular person compulsively indulges in a type of wordy monologue to the discomfiture of all. He goes on babbling in so many words the same thing. He loves his own voice so much that nobody else gets a chance to participate in the discussion. Others try to ignore in the first instance. However, if the speaker doesn’t take a hint, they start looking at their watches, fiddle with their smartphones, or simply yawn. Even then, the garrulous fails to end his dull ramblings.

I think each one of us sometimes or the other by mistake or willingly must have watched political debates on TV channels. Such channels are a little too many in my country. Dear hubby calls them ‘unwholesome nonvegetarian stuff.’ Spokespersons of various political parties throw verbal venom at each other so much so that the viewer senses unhealthy vibes polluting the atmosphere around. In fact, their verbiage makes hardly any sense as it diverges from the specified topic and takes recourse to disgusting wordplay to score points.

For me, such shows are a BIG NO.

In fictional writings, some novelists give so much space to descriptive passages that the reader who is always curious to know ‘what happened next’ often skips those lengthy pages. The repetitive style truly bores.

In Shakespeare’s Hamlet one of the characters Polonius remarks,

“Brevity is the soul of wit,
And tedious the limbs and outward flourishes, I will be brief…..” endorses the logic of preferring conciseness to pompous style.

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Friday, May 31, 2019


 U for understanding....

I am once again sojourning amidst imposing Shiwalik hills in the Indian state of Himachal Pradesh. The hills here don statuesque pines, numerous types of shrubs and sundry vegetation.

This morning I happened to go up to our community lawn for the first time after arrival. A delightful sight was waiting for me in the form of various kinds of blooms in their prime. I stared at them unabashedly so fascinating was their glowing persona. They personified pure charm yet unlike us, there wasn’t any sign of snobbish pride nor they turned their backs upon me in disdain. In fact, they were welcoming me warmly with their adorable looks. Their smiles and sweet winks were for all who cared to look at them. In disbursing happiness around neither do they discriminate based on caste, color, creed or race nor are they xenophobic about strangers? Rather they spread their wares for everybody to relish.

Their cheerful persona inspires and is meant to be shared by legions. While in this ruminating mood, sitting under the canopy of an iron structure, my gaze fell on the gently swinging tiny lower branches of a pine tree. The rest of the tree was still in its serene exuberance born out of a peaceful and harmonious appeal. The vibes emanating from the scene were in perfect sync with its surroundings. The message of peaceful coexistence of the forces of nature was loud and clear. It impacted me too.

Suddenly I became conscious of the melodic twitter of birds hopping on the branches. The atmosphere enamored the buzzing bees and fluttering butterflies as they appeared from nowhere. The cuckoo appeared shortly and I saw it flying down on the grass. A little later, the high-pitched notes of the cuckoo filtered through throngs of trees and reached me.

The exhausting restarting of the household after a long gap of seven months was compensated profusely by the natural phenomenon. Its utilitarian aspect is indescribable. 

Yet a grave churn of thoughts reminded me of the warring regions, where the fire of hatred destroys man and material. Does it mean that humanity in man is slowly dying and perceived victimhood and fascist tendencies of usurping others' territorial spaces are in the ascendency?

It is sad to realize that man has been a part of nature for millenniums, but he hasn't learnt  any lessons.

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Wednesday, May 22, 2019


My green book is actually a raconteur of an ecological narrative. I name it ‘a green book of nature's gems.’ 

T is for trees/turning the pages.....

This green open book is none other than the all-encompassing natural phenomenon in all its magnificent manifestations. Its pages perennially juxtapose change and consistency. It follows a perfectly orchestrated paradigm set by the cosmic power. I adore this prized book, which not only stands by me in the darkest moments of life but also unequivocally inspires me, excites me and gladdens my heart. 

To the initiated, this book has infinite dimensions upon which to play the game of life. It is there for us by the grace of some mysterious power. None can compete with its munificence. It neither divides nor discriminates. It unites. It embodies peace and goodwill. It showers its blessings upon all freely. It feeds, shelters, and elevates. It is a resurgent force. It carries potent restorative properties. 

How it has patterned effusively with its green cover: our plateaus, valleys, glens, mountains, and hilltops. It creates humanity’s food bowl through wheat stalks, corncobs, and numerous grain-bearing plants. It makes our life beautiful by its statuesque trees greening our avenues, river banks, our parks, and backyards. Its presence is palpable in every leaf, bud, and bloom.

It beckons us in spring to the magical charm of new life. In summer, it fructifies and ripens our fruit and berries. The color and splendor of autumn is a feast for the eyes. Winter is there for reunions and renewals. Can one ask for more?

At the beginning of this creation of ours, this book supported and fed not only the human animal but also legions of live organism nestling in its magnanimous fold. Our very existence owes its survival to the forces of nature. Our relatedness to nature is inherent in our very being. Modern man seems to have separated himself from the overwhelming aspect of nature through the arrogance of his sharp intellect. However, man can neither sever his relatedness to nature nor ignore its significance in our lives. To do so would be at his own peril. 
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Tuesday, May 14, 2019


"To be interested in the changing seasons is a happier state of mind than to be hopelessly in love with spring."    -                 George Santayana

Now we are nearing the end of spring. Most of the flowerbeds show dry seed pods ready for storing if you are into sowing seeds for future saplings.

Fortunately, gulmohars in our area are resplendent with orange colored delicate bunches of flamboyant blooms. They provide a visual feast that is noticeable even from a distance. Their flower-laden branches, filter through the spread of other trees to mesmerize the initiated. Wherever you sight a gulmohar these days, you’ll find it in full bloom.

Frankly speaking, nature has ensured that there is not a dull moment in our lives. The change of seasons, though we take it for granted is the greatest benedictions of all. When we are amidst one we look forward to the next. The cycle goes on and on earnestly and regularly. The yearly clock of nature never wavers or pulls a long face even in trying conditions. It brings back wholesome equilibrium soon enough. Just imagine our misery if we had wintry conditions the year round. We’d be crazy with boredom. The world will be peopled with intolerance, conflicts and what not. The idea itself is scary.

I salute the utilitarian forces of nature for gifting us happiness, joy and lasting bliss. If there is something amiss, the fault lies with us.


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Wednesday, May 8, 2019


R is for Radiant.

Some remnants recalled of past experience:

You encounter a sanctified world if by chance you wake up early in the morning one fine day. All at once, you realize wistfully the magic you had been missing all the while. The sensuous and eerie silence of the early hour suffused with strange rhythmic otherworldly sounds engulf you into a session of divine reverie. The extraordinary hour resonates with endowments which nature has thoughtfully reserved for us. The tumultuous turmoil of the existential odyssey temporarily goes off the radar of the mind. The privileged moments steeped in uncanny spirituality lifts the self above the drudgery of daily life.

The unseen aura of pious vibes around you in the early mornings does what the unusual flavor of some ancient potion is meant to do i.e. to energize the sagging spirits and inert limbs.

Slowly the mystery of the hour is embellished with the humbling cacophony of invisible avian families starting the day with those enigmatic choruses. Yet they deepen the nuttiness of the special time zone. Your immersion in the piety of the hour is short-lived, though. Soon hypnosis caused by the unique experience is intruded upon by the creepy sounds of the waking world.

The soft blazing hues appear imperceptibly in the east. The sun’s brightly lit chariot is on its way. The strangeness evaporates giving way to sensing the exigencies of another day to be lived with renewed vitality and positivity.

It is well said: "One small positive thought in the morning can change the whole world."

PS. Missed writing posts for two consecutive weeks due to the visit of dear ones.

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Friday, April 19, 2019


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O is for 'Old is Gold.'

Sorry for posting late. Sometimes it takes a while to zero in on a topic. Yet here I'm:

The proverb “Old is Gold” has always enjoyed a kind of universal endorsement in everyday conversations. Without going into the history of its emergence, it can be safely asserted that it has sustained its significance in subtly enfolding in its rhymed persona some acclaimed truths. It evidently epitomizes the wisdom of centuries propounded by some great soul. Let’s widen our discussion by first trying to understand its meaning.

“Old is Gold” subsumes under its sagacious canopy that old things have priceless value not measured by any prevalent benchmarks. Antique furniture, old artefacts, ancient architecture of famous monuments, old designs and quality of textiles , old friends, strong family bonds and ancient corridors of learning et all are fantastic testimony of our ancestors' fertile imagination, utilitarian outlook, deep intellect, intense creativity, loads of patience and single-minded devotion to explore  every avenue of life.

Taj Mahal at Agra India, a marvel of enchanting beauty.

For example, ancient alternative medicine Ayurveda’s herbal potions with proven medical benefits signify and manifest the glory of the past. There used to be a few ailments, a lot more contentment, and positivity. The hollowness of individualism has not yet crept into the human psyche.

Most of us will agree that our past too was undoubtedly a golden period of new ideas. The scientists and mathematicians of the past grappled with the hypothesis and did intensive experiments and laid the foundations of future researches in specific fields. Their footprints paved the way for unraveling the mysteries of the cosmos. The past intellectuals left a path-breaking legacy that helped the present day researchers to have a foothold rather than start from scratch.

Their visions and painstaking efforts in diverse fields acted as vanguards for modern technological advancements. Our life in the 21st century is so different from the past still we keep singing paeans of the virtues of good old days.

In some respects, old will be cherished as something very sacred. Simultaneously we realize how much the present day innovative miracles have revolutionized our lives in a manner unimagined even half a century back.

Human life is unique with unlimited possibilities. Man will keep evolving to mind-blowing heights. Yet the continuity of past with the present and future will remain and there will never be an absolute break.

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Tuesday, April 9, 2019


Bottle Brush in bloom.

Spring is nature’s bridal wear and offers an incredible visual feast. Indeed everywhere around you be it parks or flowerbeds maintained by residents or trees lining the roads, spring’s sparkle is unmistakably there. Mesmerizing sights of spring’s freshness overwhelm the responsive onlooker.

Spring’s arrival has finally bid adieu to lingering remnants of winter. People are feeling upbeat and thronging the roads for evening walks in the cool breeze.

Let’s soak spring’s riot of colors till the summer is upon us with its heat waves and scorching sun elevating temperatures to sweaty limits.

Lilies in their prime in my front yard.

A profuse presence of fully rounded marigolds at a religious place.

A richly budding mango tree in our neighborhood. I'm expecting cuckoo's arrival from her secure abode any time now since her visit coincides with the emergence of buds on mango trees.

Curry plant growing outside our boundary wall is donning glistening green leaves once again. I's missing their exotic flavor in my curry, rice pulao, and some other dishes. 

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Wednesday, April 3, 2019


When I’s thinking of an M word, in a flash it occurred to me why not write about Monday itself. Being the first day of the week, it is infused with uncharted seeds of significance

“‘The names of the days of the week were coined in the Roman era in Greek and Latin.” In the case of Monday as “day of the moon.” Wikipedia.

Based on my experiences and observations, Sunday has always been the busiest day- a total workday. However, it is not so with Monday. It is the vanguard of the week. It sets the tone of the week ahead. It is as good as axiomatic to say if you plan your Mondays well your whole week will take care of itself as the most productive one.

Monday is the first born of the week as precious as the first child in a loving family is. Remember the nurturing, which goes into helping the child to grow into a great human being. Similarly, if we schedule our Mondays earnestly, we’d be far ahead of others who resent Mondays as strict taskmasters.

Monday is relaxing in a different way. Your body feels energetic and light simultaneously after Sunday’s ‘me time’ indulgences of pedicure, manicure and a luxurious bath. Your hair shining and bouncy after proper shampooing gives you a dapper and more confident look.

Your wardrobe organized with properly folded and freshly ironed clothes (Sunday’s labor) offers a wide choice for looking smart on Monday wherever you’re heading to.

Whether at home or at your workplace you are highly focused, being yet free from the overload of the coming days.

One is also relatively stress-free on Mondays minus any piled up tasks and ready for challenges.

Monday signifies fresh start with unimaginable possibilities for achieving wonders during the week. It is like a clean slate to write anything upon.

If you love beginnings of every aspect of life, you're bound to acquire self-motivation and achieve fulfillment in whatever you undertake to do.

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Wednesday, March 27, 2019


The above proverb has its origin in Ella Wheeler’s poem ‘SOLITUDE’ (1883). An American novelist STANLEY GORDEN WEST gives a slight variation to it in his novel ‘GROWING AN INCH” by saying “SMILE AND THE WORLD SMILES WITH YOU, CRY AND YOU CRY ALONE.”


Our life experiences teach us that people converge around a person who has a cheerful nature and shun the one who is a sob storyteller. When you are having good times people will enjoy your company, laugh at your jokes and even try to flatter you. You would be in great demand in get-togethers if you can narrate humorous incidents or satirize people in subtle ways.

This reminds me of Alexander Pope’s mock-epic poem “THE RAPE OF THE LOCK” which lampoons British aristocracy and high society and the hypocrisies of those days.  Its enjoyable reading makes you chuckle off and on.

Coming back to our theme of people liking your company when your life is in the ascendancy and deserting you in adversity is common indeed. We console ourselves by uttering these oft-quoted clichés like ‘this is the way of the world’ or ‘life is like that’.  Yet it is painful no less to be left alone when facing misfortune or bad times. Such an outlook only reflects our selfishness and insensitivity to sufferings of others. It is, of course, a sad state of human bonding. Is it so fake and fickle? How easily one forgets the fact, that hardships can come about on anybody without notice! Maybe serious introspection to analyze our behavior Vis Vis others in trouble can lead to some changes in our attitude.

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On the other hand, we cannot overlook the established facts that laughter is immensely advantageous to our overall wellbeing. It reduces stress hormones, stabilizes blood pressure, and unlocks the dormancy of our system.
                   “He who laughs, lasts!”       Mary Pattibone Poole

Laughter triggers the release of body's natural feel-good chemical endorphins, which results in the creation of optimism in our lives. It boosts our moods and brings enthusiasm and zest for productive living.

A good laugh opens up blood vessels and improves blood flow keeping our cardiovascular system healthy. Thus promoting longevity.

It diffuses tense situations and conflicts and improves relationships. One tends to forget all worrisome situations while surrendering to the act of laughter.

Laughter touches our soul by blowing away all negative emotions.

It is a magical medicine, which is fun, free and forever available.

It exercises the body, burns calories and helps in weight loss.

When we were children, we would laugh in guffaws but as adults, we shy away from laughing even when the situation is funny. Sad indeed!

Let’s indulge in genuine laughter in our daily encounters with life.  This wonderful but short journey of ours is replete with precious hilarious moments too. We have to do it for our mental, emotional and physical wellness.

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Wednesday, March 20, 2019


"Imagination is more important than knowledge. Knowledge is limited, imagination encircles the world."

Albert Einstein

ABC Wednesday’s prompt letter K for this week made me pick ‘Knowledge and Knowing’ to discourse upon. These two interesting K words aroused my curiosity to explore the two concepts and their semantics. This doesn’t however, mean that I’m going to philosophize and talk scholarly about less traveled realms. It is nothing of the kind. I simply wish to comprehend the difference between the usage of the two.

Knowledge to my mind is the huge database stored in our minds, gathered from books, internet searches, information received during formally educating ourselves, the information imparted through print, electronic media and ever-increasing other sources being developed in the modern technological world. Knowledge though vast is taken as finite and quantifiable.

However, knowing, as I understand is entirely different. It is an experience that is personal, subjective, and infinite.  Knowing has depth and is experienced like mindfulness. It is like waking meditation. It helps to unwind, to find joy and to promote uncommon mental upswings. It is not 2+2=4.  It is very private and without boundaries.

Here I take a simple example of my special bonding with a creature, who is endearing. Surprisingly I love squirrels and keep them in high regard. They are my all weather friends. Occasionally my rendezvous with them happens when I go for a walk in an adjacent park filled with trees, shrubs, flower patches etc. Soon after I enter the park and take a few steps, invariably, I encounter a pair of squirrels hopping and frolicking on the pavement in front of me. It seems as if they recognize me and take me as their admirer. Joyfully and teasingly, they lead me bouncing and stopping alternatively to match my speed. To tease them back I make a sudden jump towards them and Lo with lightning quickness, they make an effortless and lovingly graceful long jump onto the sturdy trunk of a Neem tree.

Their frolicking and romping spree continues as if to entertain me and attract my attention further. My focus narrows down to their antics. Totally, inspired I feel feathery light. I experience their experience. My observation parameters reach optimum levels and I feel a transient seeping in of energized otherworldliness. The baggage of cynicism sweeps away. A new me enthused to make my day the most productive one emerges. The peak of gladness in the sun-filled ambiance rubs in on me. I come back refreshed, relaxed and eager to go. Such moments I think are knowing moments.

This perhaps is knowing, something very distinct from knowledge and very original.

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