The incomplete, silver orb in the sky, hides behind floating cottony sheets. Our story is yet to consummate; even the moon is waiting for us to meet. -Sameen
Writing Wednesdays: The 10,000 Hour Rule
I was reading up stuff on the web when I stumbled on this site. I read the article thinking it would be about the 10,000 hour rule, only it wasn’t exclusively about that. This is the portion of the write-up I liked best. I can’t help but say this is recommended reading… I understand why Zen masters give their students koans, i.e. unsolvable, logic-defying riddles. They are trying to crack open the young aspirants’ minds by making them hurl themselves over and over into a brick wall of futility until they finally and inevitably give up … and inexplicably succeed. …
Picture in a Pitcher
These days, my feelings seem amplified. Everything I feel, has a distinct trough or crest to it. If I’m sad, I’m blue like the girl who dropped her lollipop. If I’m glad, I’m like the falcon in the air with the wind underneath its wings. If I’m angry, I’m the wild stallion you can’t get a hold on. If I’m lonely, I’m like the ugly duckling who never felt like she belonged. That’s how I am these days, and it’s rather overwhelming because the pitcher of my heart can then be occupied with just one feeling at a time. I …
Grandmother’s Lantern
Beautiful. It would have been, and it can be; shall I permit it to. My existence; like the solitary lantern that still hangs on grandmother’s porch. Its wick as black as the sins they tell us we’ve committed on the way to being the lords of moral fiefdom. Its glass dull like the cataract in my grandfather’s left eye. He never complains and still cycles to the market to buy raw mangoes for the pickle she likes to still eat; even after 66 years of marriage. We’ve tried to drag him to the hospital many times, yet he’d never come. …
“all that” money and me!
It’s a peculiar way in which eye-openers come darting at you. They’re there even before you know it. Mine came last night, in the form of the ledger balance available in my account. After registering the shock and composing myself saying “it’s okay, I’m young, I can afford to spend that kind of money once in a while”, I woke up with a resolve to find out what happened to “all that” money! This morning, I downloaded my account statement for the last two months and used MICROSOFT EXCEL (God bless my soul!) to figure out what was I was doing while my bank balance kept drooping three digits …