As you know, we recently moved and the new place has a club which conducts story time every Wednesday. I took my kid there today and the reason for writing this post came to me. The session started with the bubbles session. The organizer blew bubbles and all the babies who were scattered in the room gathered around her. The rest was super fun for the kids but something struck me.
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Are we not like kids running after material bubbles? Oooooooh such a deep thought! No? Think about it!
We (me included) are so lost and busy after our man-made set goals that we probably are unaware of others around us. We sometimes bump into others, sometimes we fall but are only busy with the bubbles. I don’t have much to say about the topic and my baby is playing and might call me anytime but …. are you after some bubble? The reason why I am calling our material goals a bubble is because once we get it, the happiness quickly bursts and we completely forget it and run after another.
Let me know your views.
We were coming home from NJ last weekend. There is an exit near Hartford that is always congested. The line to exit in 29 went up till 28. As we came to close to 29, we saw that there were some cars who came from the adjoining lane and signalled to be given way to exit. I felt bugged looking at them. How can they do this cheating? It is so unfair. What kind of people are they?
While I was thinking this, I looked back and remembered, there was a looooong line behind me of people who were doing the right thing. Why should I look at the people doing wrong? I rather look at the people doing the right thing and keep my calm. Maybe they had some emergency. The world hasn’t reached its tipping point yet and thank God for that. I think we mustn’t say things like it has or anything that could contribute to something we don’t want.
Have a lovely and productive week ahead.
Don’t forget to keep smiling 😀
I was at the Heartfulness conference in NjPAC and heard some lovely jugalbandi. Post coming on Sunaynas day out soon. During the jugalbandi, I was in awe and didn’t know how or where my time went.
In the start, they played the music very slowly. Each one played together but it didn’t sound as if they were really playing together. It felt as if they were testing waters and consulting each other. Slowly the fun started. The flutist played a piece and the sitar player copied it on the sitar and then the sitar player played..you know how it goes. That was impressive! Lovely actually. I was mesmerized by it. It brings you in the moment. (If you like, you can see it here) In marriage, after a time, you tend to know each other. I think this is where I am in my marriage. I will complete 4 years soon and .. we know what could start a fight and what could make another person angry. We also know what will calm us down and sort of stop an argument. I wonder what happens after this stage but I think we are having fun. In the jugal bandi, they played some awesome music together. I don’t know how they progressed from the individual competition to playing together but it was lovely. Everyone in the audience stood up and was thrilled. If this is what is coming in my marriage next, I can’t wait for it.
I asked one of my friend who has recently completed 10 years in marriage (I think we as a couple share the same values with) of what is it that they fight about and he asked me what was wrong in fighting. Good question! Maybe I will have an apt answer for it. I always thought marriage to be… some other post, some other day.
Till then, I will enjoy the jugalbandi and keep smiling.
The actual title should be – Things get better, one by one but some things remain the same and some things take time but mostly everything keeps getting better if you don’t give up.
I started cooking after marriage. I might have mentioned this before but I didn’t know to cook much but now, I like my cooking. My hubby too likes it and am so happy about it. Recently, I made sambhar and I like it myself. I remember, the first time I made it, it had barely any salt. I am still learning and I know a day will come when I will cook without being stressed.
Other than this, we took our son to Kohl’s (when he was around 2 months old) and he cried and cried and cried. Sou was super happy as he gets bored when I shop. Thankfully, our son is now ok going to kohls and doesn’t mind being there now but yesterday we took him to the street festival and after some time, he cried. I am sure he was scared on seeing so many people together. Normally, I would worry about these things but I know that he will be fine, I just need to be patient.
Maybe all of us do, no?
There is a wonderful thing I heard in a talk by Kyle Cease. Suppose you start to change something in your life, it is as if you are going to a trip to NYC. If you start towards it and take a small break for sometime but tell yourself that NYC hasn’t come and maybe it never will, How silly would that be.
Keeping it short. Hope some things made better
Hope things keep getting better for you, me and all of us.
Hope we get enough strength and patience to keep doing what we have to
and Hope we …
Keep smiling 🙂 Have a lovely weekend and a wonderful Father’s day.
When I was small, I liked getting and collecting greeting cards. It reduced as I left college and started working. I never paid much attention to them unless I would clean and organise my table drawers and when I did, I would read them all and relive the memories.
Then, I got married and left them all in my mother’s house. There is also a sort of maturity you get as you marry and …. As relations fade, the cards lost their importance somewhere.
Now, after Satyen has come, I have got a few cards again. The messages feel sooo special and I feel lovely. I can’t wait to give them to him for him to read. I prepared a mail id for him. In case you want to mail him, please do at Satyen.pal31 at gmail
No matter how silly it feels, There is something beautiful about getting a greeting card. It is a physical memory that you can see touch and also feel.
I hope you get a lot of them to store and cherish.
We have sort of come to a routine where we go shopping for groceries about twice a week in this lovely summer. On Sundays we go to a particular store and on Wednesdays we go to another. Sometimes we end up going to the Indian store and skip the local store. My husband drives and I look at the beautiful trees and other flora outside my car window. The place that we go to on Sundays has a lot of empty space next to the highway and I was surprised to see sunflowers growing there. Big pretty Sunflowers! I wish I could click pics but it is next to the highway.
Other than this, there are many wild flowers that I keep seeing. Yellow, blue and purple wild flowers. I have no idea what they are but they have taught me one thing. I see a new one almost every few weeks. The yellow ones started in mid spring and then I see these big bulbs of white followed by the blues… after that and so many other colourful ones around July end. It is pretty to look and also it makes me wish to see them always.
What is strange is that there is no permanence in them. They come today and are gone in few days. They rarely repeat and there is always something new to look at. Nature is teaching us something so important.
Life keeps changing, every day is almost a new day. Enjoy!
I was coming back with a 8 yr old kid from NJ. It is a loooong ride and though the kid slept through some of it and we adults had enough to talk about, there came a time when she needed to do something. We had picked up the map from our last stop-over and we just started looking at the map. We knew that we were on I95, so it was fun to look for the road signs and figure out where we were… and what was the most fun of all.. to figure out where we were going and passing the signs. We had sooo much fun. It is fun to know! Wish life too could be like that 🙂
I recently got to see this lovely movie “Little Buddha.” There I learnt about Mandala which is a Tibetan Buddhist tradition involving the creation and destruction of mandalas made from colored sand. A sand mandala is ritualistically dismantled once it has been completed and its accompanying ceremonies and viewing are finished to symbolize the Buddhist doctrinal belief in the transitory nature of material life. Source : UMKC.edu
The sand is collected in a jar which is then wrapped in silk and transported to a river (or any place with moving water), where it is released back into nature. This symbolizes the ephemerality of life and the world.
Isn’t it the best way to depict human life? When I was watching the movie and the monk told the hero about it, In my mind, I thought about the waste of it all and how every culture has some way of doing it. I also thought about the back breaking work (pun intended) that the monks had to go through to make it. And, it seems that the minute it is done making, they start .. unmaking it or …. I am sorry I don’t know what happens properly. The movie said that they just brush it off in one stroke, just like that but when I read online, it said that they had a order of removing … an order to remove the deities and …
So, coming to the point, I realized that we too break our backs in making our life and learning and doing things for which we have chosen this place. The minute it is done, We are called back and just like that, we are gone. So, Such a beautiful way to learn detachment.
My new mom (mother-in-law) told me to switch off the gas as the milk would come to boil. I realized one thing that day. She milks the cow every 2 or 3 days or as and when the 2 or 2.5ltr that she had milked comes to an end which was frequent as I have a habit of drinking milk before sleeping. Anyway, coming to the point, I realized that she boils the milk once a day and keeps it in the cupboard. The milk doesn’t spoil. When I understood this a silly thought ran across in me. If we meditate daily we might not spoil ourselves and remain fresh too. 🙂
I have recently realized that … we can hang on to the feeling of anger or sadness even though we sometimes and quite funnily forget the cause behind it. Can it be same with love? We love somebody without remembering the reason why… Does loving someone need a reason to remember… or a reason at all?
Why do we want to stay with pain or whatever emotion even after we forget the reason… or sometimes don’t know the reason at all… Must be our EGO..though having a minimal ego is not a completely bad thing at all…Could there be another reason?