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“Some people live in cages with bars built from their own fears and doubts. Some people live in cages with bars built from other people’s fears and doubts; their parents, their friends, their brothers and sisters, their families. Some people live in cages with bars built from the choices others made for them, the circumstances other people imposed upon them. And some people break free.”

― C. Joybell. C

Tides Of Time…


It is said that time and tide wait for no man. Evidently, so do people when certain situations spring up. Everyone has their priorities lined up like ducks and there are times when you just don’t have a place among that line of ducks. This may happen at any time including the times when you needed them the most. In this world where everyone is caught up in their own races, I wonder if its foolish to expect so much out of people. But one thing we can deduce from this for sure is that we must learn to be firm and understand that if we have no place in the priorities of people’s life, maybe its time for us to look for time elsewhere. Where? Well, of course, in our own hearts. Too often, we don’t give ourselves the time that we deserve. It is the bitter truth that no one in this world will give you as much priority as you yourself can. So what are you waiting for? Grab the moment and make time for yourself before you waste the precious minutes looking after someone else. Befriend yourself, be your own best friend and you’ll get to see life in a new light.

Breathe In And Let Go…


Mahatma Gandhi, the father of our country had once said ~ “An eye of an eye will make the whole world blind.” As a firm believer of non-violence and truth, he had also quoted the Bible saying “When someone slaps you on one cheek, smile, turn your face and offer him your other cheek.”

Hello! Reality check! We’re in the 21st century out here. Where technology and development is glowing with pride and morality is on its downward journey. Here, no one will hesitate to poke you in the eye, slap your other cheek or stab you in the back (figuratively and literally). Today, we live in a world where evolution has got us to such a juncture that we won’t hesitate before selling off our scruples. People have become impatient, over-sensitive, indifferent, insolent and intolerant.

People hurt each other purposefully, out of jealousy, hatred or just to show their superiority. They hardly ever take into consideration the feelings and emotions of others. Feeling have become a toy to be used and discarded. So in a world like this, would you still advocate others to be quiet and not do anything? And after going through hell, you’ll nevertheless have some of the ‘hurt’ people telling you “Just because they are bad doesn’t mean we have to be bad to them.”

I’m not talking about violence out here. No one is asking anyone to stalk the person concerned with a knife, look for a good opportunity and go for the kill. That’s not the point. What one must learn to do is not bask in the hurt but to make efforts to grow out of it. Detach from things that hurt you, incidences that act as hurdles in your growth as a person. It may have been good while it lasted, but now if it is driving you up the wall, take the hint and let it go with a smile in your heart. It sounds difficult but is definitely a worthwhile endeavor  If someone or something has hurt you, don’t be afraid to leave it or ignore it. You aren’t giving up or being a coward if you leave it because sometimes it takes the greatest strength not to stick along but to ignore.

Life is definitely a stage and we are nothing but just actors. No one had said that life is holding an audition for the role of ‘martyr’ that one has to slog in misery just to look benevolent and paltry. Don’t just throw your life away by allowing people to hurt you, use you and then discard you. Stand up for yourself if no one does, take radical steps if necessary but don’t compromise your self worth. Ultimately in the end, it’s your life and it’s up to you to see how large you can make it.

The Birth Of Faith


My most recent trip was to this small island in the Indian Ocean named Sri Lanka. But do not be fooled by its size. Even though it may be a small country, it has the biggest hearts that I have ever seen. Though it is fighting its way up the ladder when it comes to development, but it is totally blessed when it comes to natural bounty. Clad in lush green robes, this country is like a sparking emerald.

This serene and beautiful country is the home of many Buddhist people. It also houses one of the most prestigious and priceless thing of Buddhism, the Tooth Relic Temple. The Tooth Relic Temple is unique and different from all others because it has the last living sign of Lord Buddha- his canine tooth. The tooth was smuggled from India to Sri Lanka, hidden in the headgear of a princess. Why Sri Lanka you may ask. Well it was because Lord Buddha had sensed that this tiny, blessed land will be perfect for the growth of the religion. And indeed it was.

This beautiful temple is situated in the city, Kandy. The minute I stepped inside the complex, a wave of calmness enveloped me. The locals walking towards the temple, armed with lotus flowers always made it a point to send a genuine, warm smile my way. The atmosphere itself was so peaceful, I was felling happy from within.

Inside the temple, there is the chamber that holds the tooth. It is the innermost and the most holy chamber. Surrounding it are more chambers. The doors of these chambers are not always open. The priests go through the astronomical placements of the stars and the doors are opened only when there is an auspicious period as hinted by the celestial bodies.

People who had come to the temple along with us, sat there patiently, waiting for the doors to open. There were about 500 people in the praying area that time but it was so quiet, you would never believe that there were actually 500+ people present there. Everyone sat silently, praying and meditating and waiting for the doors to open. Even the small kids sat next to their parents instead of running around on their curious little legs like they always do.

Me being a Hindu, we rarely get such moments in our temples where there is so much peace and tranquillity. Out temple complexes are beautiful, serene and a class apart but somehow, thanks to the growing population and the never-ending faith in God, all temples are usually so crowded you never get the real feel of spirituality when you are in the temple. You join your hands, close your eyes and before you know it, the next person in the line is pushing you to have his time with God and your prayers are over even before you could start them. Ask anybody and they will tell you the same. It doesn’t happen always, mind you, but happens most of the times.

So when I was in this Tooth Relic Temple, I could sense it. The complete silence around me with momentary bursts of flash when people took pictures.  The tiny vibrations that sprung up at the center of my being. The tingling sensation under my skin. The serene tranquility caressing my mind.  I stood there, transfixed and my mind went blank. I closed my eyes and stared into the infinite whiteness before me. I couldn’t pray, the feeling in my throat wouldn’t let me open my mouth, the blank mind could hardly think of coherent words. And suddenly, somewhere within me, the overwhelming feeling took over and the dam burst. I began to cry, right there in the middle of the praying room. The tears rolled down my cheeks but I made no attempts to wipe them or stop them, I let them flow.

I have no idea why I cried or what made me get so emotional but one thing I know for sure is that on that special day, I felt so close to God, something I have never felt before in my life. I am not exactly an atheist, but my faith keeps wavering and what I experienced  in the Temple was something totally anew. That day, for the first time, I felt faith bloom in my heart and radiate throughout my body, warming me. A faith so beautiful , it taught me to look at life in a new way, a better way. A faith so strong, so pure and so soothing, something that I’ll never let go…