Squirmming back again

So i wonder yet again..why am i so inconsistent with this entire blogging routine...what is it that doesn't motivate me enough...

This seems like an ideal platform for me to voice my thougts...share and discuss them...and even create an audience for all the randomness that is in me...

So here it ...yet another time...that i start writing again...about things..and things...and more things..

Only wonder for how long can i sustain it this time around...

:P

A note to me on myself...

Very often in my life i tend to get so warped in my own struggles that i fail to see beyond me....open the windows of my world to the outside...peek outside and get astounded by what i see...

For a lot of times i get caught in my own "uniqueness" that i forget to visit the commonality and simplicity in life..

Here I am sitting Miles away from my life as i had known it for 21 years...in a new environment...amidst new people...living my life...

what is unique about this experience is that i am looking out a lot more now..watching things as they unfold in front of my eyes...as i grow with each passing day..

One important things that has come to me so strongly in the last one month of my stay in the UK is that...

EVERYONE HAS A STORY TO SHARE..

Every single person walking down the street...who is just a part of the rest...has something special about life...their experiences so diverse and unique to their life...their perspectives so special and exclusive to their world....

The more i meet people from all nationalities..race...age and colour...the more i am intrigued by human emotions and the way our systems operate...

The way we love...cry..despise...fail...succeed...yet grow with each new sunrise..

Somewhere lost between all of this new explosion of wavelengths and perspectives....i find me...i understand who i am...and growing more into my own person...

with my own stories to share...i travel this journey...this experience..

Tatwamasi

Wind is gaseous,
And Inspires music
Fire so furious,
But creates a calm within
Sky is the zenith,
Widens the horizon
Earth is solid,
Like the Mother who gives birth
Water is colourless,
Baptisizes the new born
They all tend to move in the same light
In Unification...
So diverse ...Yet..
The five together culminate into One
In You....In Me


Tatwamasi

Connecting with Nature

I come from a land which is considered to be Gods own abode- Kerala..

What makes this space special to me is my ability to transcend out of myself for those few rare moments and experience and take in so much more of what is around me...

to me experiencing deeply happens only when i am able to let go off every other emotion that may occupy my mindspace...

Kerala has the most serene expanse of inland water bodies...and water in kerala occupies an extremely pivotal part in the lives of one and all....

it purifies...it engages...it liberates...

It is worshipped...and it helps worship too...

To me...my connect with mother Nature has always been intimate and personal...she teaches me the importance of feeling a tiny insignificant part of the whole...when in an age and time we get carried away with our intellect and our ability to control and command...she commands and controls even that....and its only when i am in her lap...right in the middle of either a road trip...or a long walk...that i experience completely the joys of belonging to suhc a greater system....a system that is not based on caste...creed colour or form...a system which is based purely on symbiosis....on interdependence.....

To me its these moments when i always feel complete for that split second...look around at the beauty around me and go within to understand the beauty within too...breathtaking...and exquisite....

Mother nature has always caressed and nurtured my growth...be it in the beauty of the barren desert land which may seem empty ....but it me is actually hope...or the dense forests...where human entry is impossible....it appears to me like she has her own protocols..and still somewhere decides how much we as "intellectually superior" races can gorge into her....

I love travelling...and with each of my road trips and adventures ...the only thing that stays with me...more vividly than people and conversations...are these images of life..these moments of sheer bliss where i connect...where i experience...and where i feel small...yet important....

The spirit of my randomness says "AY!"

Ok...so i start a blog and know not what to do with it...i am falling terribly short of ideas....

I often sit and wonder...what do people write about...

their life...their neighbours life..
about the aunty whose dog ran away with the moon or was it the cow or the cat???
sigh never mind...

so i can write about my madness and randomness but that can scare you...

like it scared a friend this morning when i told him about my extensive plans of living like a native tribal for a year...with very little money..venture out of home....experiment with the native lifestyles...customs...and traditions...and maybe also fall in love...learn the native language ...ok.. i mixed the sequence of events....

but wont that be fun...fallin in love with someone whose language you know not...and the only means of communication and expression is love....

So without drifting the patent Sharanya Drift...i continue with my randomness....i would love to live that life...hehe...not just live with a native zulu...hulu..titsu....or any of the other exotic sounding tribes across the globe....but experience life with them...

Even the thought makes me smile...to be able to travel...not just across cultures...but back in time....live the non- civilised life... the native life...let the heart wander into forests and jungles...barren lands and farms...

I come from aschool of thought where i strongly believe that i need not money to travel...i need not only money to explore...i need the soul..and the calling....

so i usually either find my calling into my randomness..or create it....

Yet another first...!!!

I always recount beginnings as interesting episodes...

like the first time I went to school was actually an extremely hilarious incident where i thought at the end of the day i would never have had to go back home...in retrospect it could have probably seemed to me then like a boot camp for life...so when my mum came to pick me up...when all the other kids where ecstatic to see their parents back...i sulked on my way back home....

like the first time I travelled as unaccompanied minor in one of the air-carriers in India, i fell in love with the cockpit when i was taken on a "guided tour" by the pretty "aunty" and refused to leave it....untill my aunt and uncle had to be called in to cajole me out of that space...promising me that I would own a cockpit for myself one day soon...

Or the first time my mum came with my new born baby brother home...after having been the centre of my family's universe for three whole years...Yes i remember being overjoyed at his birth...I tried stuffing myself into his crib...while my mum strongly held on to her new born and laughed to her hearts content..

Memories and Moments of simple and ordinary yet special things is what this first virtual space of mine is probably going to consist of...

Yes...we all love stories...we are all full of them...so am i...and i love sharing them too...

simple stories from my everyday life...is what this is going to consist of...