Ah Woman

Sometime back a friend of mine sent an sms saying, "the true flavor of a tea is tested when put in hot water. So if you are feeling gloomy today, shed it off....you are God's own favorite cup of tea" .......Oh my God! it surely did put a smile on my face. Osho had said somewhere once that heaven and hell are not geographical places... they are our states of mind. WE create them. I only realised the truth of the statement these last six- seven months. I have visited this place called hell and its a very nasty place to spend a lifetime.....And nobody enters with you there and nobody ever can pull you out from this place. I have cried, I have gone crazy, miserable, frustrated, anxious, tense and cried all over again...I did a lot of brooding on my imagined past bad karmas ....nothing helped. I stopped my meditations. And then one day as if it was a miracle I pulled myself out of it. Now I am back. Thank you my blogger friends ....each one of you... I am not mentioning th...

Act I, sc i Enter jyotsana (hidden behind the curtains hudson and robin) Friends, Romans, countrymen (never mind if you are neither of these) just lend me your ears(and your eyes as well) that will do I am fresh and back from a short vacation to Maharashtra I gleefully read with glutton all the comments you put in there on my last post what ho! I am also back to talk about a woman in particular god forbid it’s a man in particular of infinite charms O mistake me not friends for the Comedy of Errors I am hitherto a blogger but here is my Shakespeare Good bloggers take heart after my last two posts on love stories do not you misjudge me that I deviate from my sole purpose but do confess here i my own love affair with the man called Shakespeare and the turbulence within of the most horrid kind ever since my ears heard of the controversies raged By John Hudson and Robin P. Williams who mistake him for some Amelia Bassano or Countess of Pembroke A foolish thought to utter O the effect of Mid...

Can you hear me singing like Madonna… touched for the very first time …oh yyes I sure am so happy today. A blogger friend called sucharita considered me worthy enough to be tagged. So finally I am also tagged …ooops my blog is tagged ... oh the strange ways of this wonderful blogosphere…….and you naïve ones if you want to know what this tagging is then go ask others and come back and tell me... let me be happy for a while. I don’t know what this means but I am not a fool not to know that it surely is something very desirable in the blogging world. Sucharita also thinks that I read a lot. well I do read but next to not at all. I think I am closer to what I wrote on the blue bicycle blog as a comment some time back that my own life reads like fiction to me these days.... ah this book called life! I read , I chew, I digest till it becomes me. Well sometimes its like a comic book ...too many dialogues and visuals with no story line or very little progression. I look for the page no. 123 b...

This is me and that is you and in the chasm is the dream wrote a woman once of her relationship with the man she loved and lived with. Some love stories reverberate like hymns in this universe. Love is a spiritual force in itself since it is a part of the inner world. In terms of events it happens between two people in a particular time and space but its fragrance spreads across time and space both. Amrita-imroz A love Story is a contemporary love legend which Penguin India brought to the world. It is best described not as a story of a woman or a man but a biography of a love story penned by Uma Trilok who was fortunate enough to spend some precious moments with the lovers just before Amrita left her body on October 31, 2005 at the age of 86. Being a Reiki and Pranik healer, the writer formed close ties with Amrita and Imroz and what came out is a book which is so soothing that it takes you to yourself. Love is a word which carries a halo around itself when used as a word. Ironically ...

Thirteen years back I had seen Allahabad Fort built by Emperor Akbar in 1583 A.D which stands erect even today except in those places probably the zenana which are very near to Yamuna where it has sunken in. This is the area which Akbar had designed especially for his wife Jodha. The windows of the side where this rajput princess often stayed face Yamuna, a river worshipped especially by people who worship Krishna. The architecture was in such a way that that the river used to flow inside the fort touching the walls of her palace so that she did not have to go out but could bathe right in the river staying in her palace named as Jodhabai Palace. When I saw it for the first time I was very young then… my mind full of romances waiting to be lived…it had brought a smile to my face… I thought that’s the way it is between every man and woman on this earth. Life teaches otherwise. To fall in love is easy…to be in love for a lifetime is more often a dream. It was a thinking out of box when A...

pulled into the center from all the points on the periphery i am a sphere.

Like a Cross I bear over my shoulders The weight Of a dead matrimony I The single parent of your child Left alone To answer my own inadequacies Nails pierce I never bleed Tears fall Into the black holes of the night. I trudge uphill Golgotha continues….. ………………………………………….. … So what’s in store I look into the hollow sky I murmur A prayer insignificant Lord forgive I too am flesh and blood.