Sometimes it is just the tone of a voice that spells out everything about a person.
One could be sad and trying really hard to not let it show; the tone of the voice spills the beans. Unless, one is a born actor and knows how to modulate the pain, agony, anguish, desperation, futility, ecstasy and nothingness.
The inner voice understands the emotions, how can one work on the Inner Voice’s tone. Very difficult to fathom the tone of the Inner Voice, however, the simplicity of the tone of inner voice hits us hard. And there is no running away from that. Acceptance of that sound will sail us through.
Wednesday, April 27, 2011
Monday, April 25, 2011
The Smell of Summer
Every time I walk through the lanes of Mumbadevi temple in Pydhonie, there is a peculiarly pleasant smell that weaves its way through the dense air of the area.
On a scorching hot summer day, a rock bleeding of heat gets a splash of water on it. There is a sense of great relief and satiation and a smell of freshness, of renewal, of a new breeze of life. Similar reactions stem from the heat afflicted lanes of the crowded, super charged, infused with religious fervor and a calmness associated with deep believers.
As the season progresses, the smell gets distinct and soon will give way to the other enticing smell of the Rains. Till then, let us savour it.
On a scorching hot summer day, a rock bleeding of heat gets a splash of water on it. There is a sense of great relief and satiation and a smell of freshness, of renewal, of a new breeze of life. Similar reactions stem from the heat afflicted lanes of the crowded, super charged, infused with religious fervor and a calmness associated with deep believers.
As the season progresses, the smell gets distinct and soon will give way to the other enticing smell of the Rains. Till then, let us savour it.
Tuesday, April 19, 2011
Thoughts, thoughts and thoughts !
They pour, they torment, they provoke, they accuse, they stoke feelings of anger, guilt, hatred, redemption, revenge. They are a cauldron of emotions, sometimes I wish there was not a single thought in my mind.
Mind...another dangerous device. If I were to personify 'mind', it would be a huge, devouring, all knowing, ever conflicting, domineering, bulky Giant. The Giant who has incredible strength and power.
The Giant, however hums
" What though the radiance which was once so bright
Be now for ever taken from my sight.
Though nothing can bring back the hour
of splendour in the grass
of glory in the flower
We will grieve not, rather find
Strength in what remains behind" - William Wordsworth
And becomes that speck of grass.
Mind...another dangerous device. If I were to personify 'mind', it would be a huge, devouring, all knowing, ever conflicting, domineering, bulky Giant. The Giant who has incredible strength and power.
The Giant, however hums
" What though the radiance which was once so bright
Be now for ever taken from my sight.
Though nothing can bring back the hour
of splendour in the grass
of glory in the flower
We will grieve not, rather find
Strength in what remains behind" - William Wordsworth
And becomes that speck of grass.
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