When innocence cried and cried aloud I often saw how Indian Mythology and Culture is on Internet for sale.
When Tranquility become peace of 5 days yoga class and cheap day to day sex becoming part of Tantra.
I need to cry and mourn on the death of a culture the real India culture the vedic knowledge.
What do you think what is the reason?
Are we the owner of this failure?
If not can some one help getting to the roots….
It is not always that you need to eat something to feel sweet but some time it is the expression of a moment which gives you sweetness of lifetime and it is happened to me as well while traveling we enjoyed the food and the taste of that simple food stuck to my taste bud as a sweet which I can still cherish.
So the following image carry sweetness in every aspect:
It is hard to express feelings, and we carry a load and load in our brains or on our heart and the result you know totally broken up.
We all know that humans are (superior) than other species but one basic functionality which make us different is ability to speak and to adapt multiple languages.
I started writing to off load burden from my heart and express my self who I am and what I am, though some time it is weird to express but silence is not always the best friend.
To me playing with words and controlling the emotions is similar as both impacts others but it not always a bad thing, one motivational speaker improves 100s of lives.
One sad person can ruin a day.
Speak out loud and express your feelings on what you feel and want to say it will make a difference
some time in your life and some time others…
The walk I never walked…
This was my first time to London when I first really understood the meaning of Pedestrian.
It is a complete philosophy in itself while walking you become so open to ideas that every turn on a street is like a bolt.
This landscape holds a special place in my memories and give me inspiration to grow. I am standing behind a window of old fort seeing a horizon.
Giving me a feel to open myself fly-out like a bird and to explore the world. The Corner of the window
I remember….. …. …. … do you?????
Do you remember when you smiled last time or when you cried emotionally when you enjoyed rain drops on your face or hugged a tree and scream out loud?
Do you remember when you last went out with friends or followed your passion?
Do you remember when you spare few hours for yourself or when you said I love you to your loved one?
When you enjoyed the dew drops in the morning…..
I can say upfront the answer doesn’t remember, forget, don’t have time for, I have a family to support.
So, friends, the Inspiration was LOST.
Can you ask one question to yourself “at what cost and why is it really necessary to lose your innocence”? I can judge the answer a big question mark.
I still remember my childhood where there are n number of possibilities when I always try to count the stars and sleep.
Dreams are big, achievements are small but still, celebrations are big.
In school, almost everyone is a friend and it doesn’t even matter which religion he is?
There were tensions as well but solutions are small.
You know the answer it is child’s innocence which makes him so lively and enthusiastic. Then why can’t we learn from children why can’t we lead to a place where there are zeal and zest to conquer our dreams?
So take a step ahead and start following the below points:
1. Be innocent
2. Follow your dreams not success, then only success will follow you.
3. Be open and express what you feel.
4. Think big and think without boundaries or think like a child.
5. Live the present, and future automatically becomes beautiful.
6. Life without friends is like coffin so come out of it and make good friends.
7. Be a learner like a child.
I give you the surety that if you follow it for even 15 days you will feel the difference and you will see this world is calling you with open handed.
When I reach home, I miss you friend…
Iron pillar in Qutab Complex, standing with all the grace in odd and good time of India, very few people feel a connect but give me motive to stand against all the odds in my life… … …
Its my childhood when I first seen this and asked my mother how old is this and reply is 100s of years, the second question is the question which I asked my mother and it changed my life at 360.
“If this Iron pillar is that old why it didn’t rusted or corroded and standing against all climate acclimatize?”
You know what is the answer
“SON it is PURE, that why it is standing with all the grace”