Apparently Unapparent

There is a connect in spheres that are totally disconnected. Something concrete in the apparent abstract , like something real in a dream. A sentient recognition of something invisible, like the covert shadow of death right beside life. An inexpressible sensitivity that envelops  beyond reason.

A Thought

We are imprisoned, dictated and ruled by our thoughts. We are a representation of our thoughts. Our life morrors our thoughts. We listen to our thoughts and conduct our life in accordance. Sometimes we mistake our thoughts to be reality. Hazardously some of us get used to being victims of our own 

thoughts,and may even like being a victim without realising  it! 

Confidence is a thought. Happiness is a thought.  Let us stop being the architects of our own prisons and think positive!

Will we ever learn?

We take everything for granted.  The water we drink,  food we eat, the roof that shelters,  the clothes we wear,  the lifestyle that we think we are accustomed to,  beings and non-beings that we assume we own,  things that we share and do not share, the air we breathe, the sky above our heads and the land beneath our feet.

When will we ever learn?

We fight over frivolous nonissues, worry over nondescript  happenings or not happenings,  believe and try to control and plan everything to go in favour,  nurture a hedonistical egoistic self.

When will we ever learn?

There is an open lesson to learn from the souls who have faced a disaster and have lost everything they possessed excepting for humanitarian sensitivity,  a strong resolve to start all over again and  the courage to accept the reality gracefully.

But, will we ever learn?

When will we ever learn?

Butter from batter!

It was Saturday night and i was making dosas for appa's palahaara. From chotu vedanth came a commanding request " Perima nangu dose kodi"  and a list of all the shapes he desired. I made mickey mouse dosa , club house dosa, dinosaur dosa, truck dosa (  the front tyre of which went flat, nevertheless  accepted). He was seated on a high stool about 2 feet away and his eyes observed the happening on the tava  relentlessly. Finally i was drawing a butterfly with the batter when a "yuck" of disapproval stopped me. "Nange butterfly ishta illa !"  I quickly  changed it to a pointless star. When i set the dosa on his plate,  a butter reward was delivered with a smile and a twinkle - " e star nimge kodbeku". Butter from batter!