LIFE MUDRAS

Do you often wish that you could change the past?  It's okay to wish you could get a second chance from time-to-time however, it is not okay to desire change every day. You're probably settling for less than you deserve if you're not happy with the way things are. At some point, you have to come to the realization that settling will eventually cause you unhappiness and discontent. You only get one life so live it up without regrets. Life goals..... 

Don’t solve me. Am I a puzzle that has one solution?.  I am forever changing. Even in the matter of one moment, I am no longer the same person. I and my problems in life are ever-changing, evolving, evaporating, and re-appearing— and so are yours. We are two shape-shifters looking into each other and trying to describe how the other looks. What’s the point? I do not need you to tell me who I am. I need you to accept and appreciate me for the mess that I will always be. 

 The MAN – a creature on the face of this earth capable of thinking, having feelings, and emotions. As society evolved so did the MAN. Blessed with a powerful physical ability vis a vis woman. The expectations and roles of the man too evolved and the bar raised every passing day. A male child once he descends is fitted with templates. * Be a man. * Don’t cry like a woman. * You are the torchbearer of the family. And many more. The layers of artificial attributes keep on adding every day. But sadly the man is never allowed to display the real him. Tears, intense emotions are a strict NO. MAN O MAN

  "So Aryan, did you ever have a girlfriend?" Aryan's fiancée Rohini asked him. "Well, virtually yes, but practically no," Aryan replied. "What ?? I did not get you..." She said and twitched her nose. "Well it's a long tale, are you sure you would want to hear it?" Aryan asked. "Sure sure, go, ahead," Rohini said. Aryan started, "During my college days, I was never a handsome and fit guy like I am today." "Self-praise haan!" Rohini intercepted. "During those days, I was a dull, boring, and unattractive guy with a nerdy look. Also jealous as every other friend of mine had a girlfriend, but I never had one." At a 31st December party, I had been out drinking with my friends especially my friend Sohan. We were good friends, but he was of those mastikhor type. Sozzled up I was. The rum let my emotions loose that night. I blabbered to Sohan that I did not have a girlfriend and was regretting it. Like a p

(In the Hindu religion, LAXMI is the Goddess of wealth) " I am Laxmi", she said. I simply looked at her! The contradiction of her name reflected in her attire. Dark skin, crumpled clothes with loud colors, a large bindi adorning her forehead. Laxmi had come to take care of the additional work in my house. She had a son and daughter-in-law, barely in her forties. “My parents married me off very early Memsahab," she said, sipping her tea. She was an early riser. 6.35 am and she would be at the door. At times I felt guilty ... jealous too! My inflated ego of corporate life would deflate before her professionalism. The utensils would be shining, her cleaning was neat and she went about her chores like the formulated excel sheets in my laptop, utmost precision... Weeks passed, I returned home from work one day, to some commotion at my building. An elderly lady had passed away. Neighbors paid condolences and the cremation took place after 2 days. Their children came from abroa

Emotional poison - strange isn't it? This is what we create by our reaction to what we consider injustice. Some wounds will heal, others will become infected with more and more poison. The moment we are full of emotional poison, we need to release it, and we continue releasing it by giving it to someone else. The methodology - By hooking that person’s attention. Let’s take a situation of an ordinary couple. For whatever reason, the wife is mad at the husband. She has a lot of emotional poison from an injustice that comes from her husband. The husband is not home, but she remembers that injustice and the poison multiplies inside. When the husband comes home, the first thing she wants to do is hook his attention. As soon as it happens the transfer of poison happens and subconsciously she feels relieved. As soon as she tells him how bad he is, how stupid or unfair he is, that poison she has inside her is transferred to the husband. She keeps talking and talking until she gets his att