The muse Muses are ghosts, and sometimes they come uninvited.. Like they did today, Manda stood listening to all the eulogy that the parish had created for Mukesh her estranged husband; it was like they were speaking of another person all together. More she pondered about it, maybe they were right, maybe he had moved …
Creating the nightly ritual.
Insomnia was a major issue in my life and I think the major sleep debt that I collected osculated my journey on self healing. It all began with the simple routine of washing the dishes that is shining my sink before I went to bed. Suddenly I realized the sense of dread of having to …
me time
Marishi the pop guru, has his moments too. This one of the days when the discussion was on about a professor, who was Marishi’s disciple. Now this gentleman, would never be found fawning over Marishi all the time, he had fixed two weeks in a year when he would visit the ashram and otherwise he …
are we scared to meditate?
Afraid to meditate? Hagalu ninna neneyallila Hasivu trisheyinda, Irulu ninna neneyallila Nidreya bharadinda, Ee yeradara bhadege nanolagaadeno puranda vittala. This Kannada poetry talk of an adept who complains to the lord that he could not meditate during the day because of hunger and thirst, he could not in the night because of sleep. Does this …