Happiness.com

I think I started writing here only coz I could vent some of my pent up feelings - with work getting so busy and life keeping me on my toes, I realise tht I've been ignoring this sweet page of mine. So I decided to make the time for it and the beauty of it is that I am sitting down and typing this when I am really happy and contend in life. Back from work and having freshned up, its beautiful to just listen to some nice songs and type away.
I am truly happy and thankful about it. I am reading this book right now - 'Many Lives, Many Masters'. This is the second book tht is influencing me this strongly. Incidentally, it reiterates a concept tht read in the other book :)
I am looking for answers tht are beyond our comprehension at times. Why am I here? If I've had previous births, then I'd like to know abt them. The most beautiful feeling tht I get is tht, the book says tht the ppl who really matter and mean a lot are always around u in all the births tht u take - isn't tht reassuring and wonderful. I have met such fine ppl in my life - have a loving family, made some splendid friends and to think tht they have always been with me and will continue being with me - wow!!!! wht more could I have asked for

Silence of the valley

I sit by the brook streaming down the rocks, meandering its own way out. With only the gurgling of the brook to break the immense silence of the valley; everything is forgotten, every frown wiped off, every furrowed brow straightened. Everything forgotten I sit there like a free-spirit, having lost every sense of time. Why does this silence empower me so much? It floods me with all the energy and life that is humanly possible; yet it holds me, immobile in its grip of beauty and sanctity.
Nothing artificial has touched this place to contaminate it and I feel welcomed by it all. It takes me in its warm embrace when others are always judging me. It lets me be myself, be in my element and there is no tomorrow at that moment. Oh!!! The details of the creation around us that makes us feel so miniscule. What am I? Just a little something surviving somewhere - playing my part in all of the Creator's plans.......

Perfect!!! or is it????

why do they say "Nothing is perfect"? is that really the case?

why was I given something perfect and then why was it snatched away from me?

why does that one perfect thing elude me so much?

why does everything else fade away in front of that?

why does it still hurt so much?

why is there a sinking feeling?

today the sunrise no longer is the same to me - nor is the moon

how do u define the beauty of something that is inconceivable even in thoughts for others? how do u explain justifications for another's actions when u know others cannot imagine what you have? but why at all justify things to others? does it matter what they think? maybe not what they think of me, but what they think of the other person, maybe that matters!!!!

yet I am thankful that I got to see and feel the beauty of perfection!!! God bless the soul

the sweet smell of nostalgia

In the journey of life I met a lot of people, some that I grew very fond of and promised to stay in touch with. I look back and I try to figure out which one I hate more - that I didnt stay in touch with those precious souls or that I made promises I probably knew I couldn't keep.

And yet, once in a while, something happens that puts your faith back in it all. A friend that I had lost - thanks to the insecurity of a woman who liked him. But can I blame this woman for she was a good friend too and maybe that is why I chose to look at it from her point of view. Inspite of that couldn't stay in touch with her. And him? Never got the chance to say what happened, lost touch, and the sad part was that our last conversation was not one of our best ones. Time went by and both had become friends I had valued and lost - yet today after years I happened to get back in touch with him. Situations explained, misunderstanding resolved and the cloud has cleared after so many years. The thing that irritates me most is that the woman who was behind it all is no longer a great part of his life. I would like to ask her if it was worth ruining a good friendship?

the beginning

Why do I want to blog I wonder? Coz, I know there is nothing great about my writing, no individual style that I can boast of and yet its something that I am not able to resist. Maybe its just a silent whisper out into the space - not expecting anyone to listen, not expecting anyone to understand and least of all not expecting anyone to respond. But a hope that maybe someone out there is reading it and feeling the nuances of the words written, intensity of the things not said but understood by a few. I am still left wondering if these are reasons enough to start blogging. Like a tired traveller taking shade by the road, I am looking for some peace by writing in this unknown world of cyberspace......