DONT STOP BELIEVING....... HOLD ON TO THAT FEELING

This one comes straight out of 'The Rock of Ages' that I saw yesterday night. I must admit that 'musicals' have a way with my heart. They do transport me somewhere, watching them is magical for me. That's why, may be, I love Bollywood so much for I feel that the songs speak directly to the soul. The rhythm in which they are sung and in the sweet accompaniment of the sounds of melodious instruments, you find meanings that rhyme with your experiences. Plain magical!

Well Here I go!

The obstacles and crisis are meant to break the comfort zone you settle into. That one storm that comes and shakes your world, BOW DOWN AND THANK IT, for it made you realize you are made for stronger things. That whirlwind that took away the roof from your head and that flood that savaged the earth you called home, THANK THEM. For they came to tell you , its time you built stronger foundations and built a security net that can withstand these winds. All this pushes you to either new lands and discoveries or shakes you up to get out of the stillness of routine you have settled in.

When you made the leap into human life, the promise and the desire was to experience every moment of joy and sorrow alike. The whole expectation was to live it up and to feel and do as much as possible. It is the contrast of love and hate, of pain and pleasure and of hopes and manifested dreams that makes this journey worthwhile. Otherwise, you are a bundle of joy in non physical form and that can be the best place to stay rather then undertaking this human journey. 

So why are you settling for any less? Why this rut of routine is killing it all? Dreaming is fine, thoughts and beautiful castle that you build on the rainbows of desires are all great, but you need to go out and build them. 

The catastrophes and disasters of life are the messages and alarms you have set for yourself in ethers to remind you the real purpose whenever you start to forget to live. There is pain, there is disease and there is misery but then there is hope, there is love , there is sunshine. Flowers do bloom and rains do make you feel romantic… Mountains sing with joy and trees dance in abundance. Life is indeed beautiful. And trust me, this life without pain will not be worthy of our manifestation.

Live it CHIN UP my friend. THAT, what makes you feel that you are unwanted, THAT, what comes to shake your beliefs, THAT, what comes to take away all you have counted on, be grateful to THAT. Do not despise THAT circumstance. Treat THAT as your own calling to remind you that you are getting lazy, that you are not  experiencing all you had to and that its time to gather your act again.

Remember, it's your dream. None can fathom the joy it will bring  when manifested and none can understand what it means for you. For you, what might be worth putting your life at stake, may mean nothing to others. Till it happens. Till it's manifested. Be steadfast my friend. Toil the fields with same vigor, for the destiny cannot hold the rain clouds back forever. Even if it did, the power and magic of dreams and faith and belief will make water springs sprout even from the most barren of lands.

And remember that the bounties of life will not lie in the wealth you create, nor shall they lie in the lands conquered and souls enslaved. The Life only and only lives in hearts touched, lighting faces with smiles, making a difference and living it with heart and not compromising to anything that just lives up the rhythm of your soul. You never remember the pain, but only good times. And the good times are the times shared in love and faith. They are the times in which joy is experienced. 

And as the song in 'Rock of the Ages' go, "Don't stop believing, Hold on to that feeling"….. so shall you keep on moving and keep on dreaming …..

Thank you Dad !

'Know that I indulge you, not because I do not understand the complexities of what you are talking and trying to do, but I do not want to point them out and let your faith carry you over.... the eye of experience that I have gathered from my years of dealing with life can see through a lot, but then it  knows that it takes strength, faith, courage and enthusiasm to even defy what experience can predict ... and your little stories amuse me , its not that I do not know the truth behind all you say, its just that I want to indulge you ..... and support you and to show that however stupid and illogical it may sound ... i want everything you dream and wish it to bloom in reality ....... for I love you my son '

This is what my dad told me once .... this is what has inspired me the most .... and this is what I try now for the kids who look up to me as an uncle or as an older friend/brother .....

In my reflection of facts, I have realized that I am more like my father ... How much ever I may consciously try to emphasize every time that we are two different people, very - very different people, but subconsciously, I am just a reflection of my old man , still I am so different , so individualistic ...

I sit like him, I hold my phone and my knife and even my pen like him, if I am not conscious and I often reflect later and realize, my movements were just like him ...

I aspire to be like him, I love that he is a self-made man .... I am yet to come across someone so honest, so upfront and so hard working ..... I am yet to come across a day in my memory, when I would have heard the word impossible from him ..... and a day which won over his spirit ....

Though my dad is getting old but still he is the strongest for me ... someone I look up to and will look up to forever .....

Crossing a cafe in Paris, I observed a very young man trying to explain something in French to an older lady, must be his mother. The boy seemed full of enthusiasm and the old lady's face bore testimony and the marks of a life well lived, but she was indulging him, encouraging him ..... just a moment in time and space that I happened to witness and I remembered my dad ....

You are loved and adored, more than I can ever express dad !

Welcome to my blog ..... My first one .... really need comments ...

Writing your first blog is a very difficult task but anyhow they say that ell begun is half done.

First of all an acknowledgement : I have been wanting to do this for ages, but thank to you Mrs Juhi Farmania, that I am finally blogging.

And since I am starting because I read your latest blog about Krishna, I am wondering shall I share my thoughts on faith or on Krishna or on friendship or just about the sheer joy that selfless Love and devotion brings to your life.

But then let the musings be random and let the first date with bloodspot be more informal where we should get to know each other, me and the blog-site, for they say you should know all the rules before you break some :-) And I intend to break a lot of them .

Conventions and rules, patterns and system, they will all be challenged here as I have been challenging them in my real life. And the purpose is not to rise and become some rebellious superstar , but to discover and to nurture the vagabond in me. The desire will never be to uproot traditions but to bring to life the real ones based on love and respect and the ones meant to promote peace and freedom and the ones that make life meaningful and joyful by inspiring to share and care and to flout the ones that judge, categorize, and bind the free spirit, that try to define it, cage it and control it and the ones that are just meant to be nothing more than power play guised in the form of age old follow-ups.

Does the above sound like a statement of purpose? Well may be its my SOP but I hope that it reflects in my blog, on my FB and twitter, in my thoughts and actions and on every front of life where i express myself.

[Ironically facebook and twitter found a mention above before my thoughts and actions …. ahhhh …. the age of social media :-p]

Well, welcome to my blog. The first one. A new journey. Hope it brings me closer to myself, wins me new friends and foes too. But overall I hope its spices up the journey and enriches everyone who comes across this little cyber-space in bytes and pieces:-)