We all are running so fast in our lives that sometimes we do not take out enough time to just sit back, relax and reflect.
We must realise that living on fast lane also means the time we have on earth is slipping away just as grains drops in a sand clock.
Nothing wrong is pursuing career but take out some time for yourself, family, friends. Pursue a hobby that you love to do, share a laugh with loved ones, enjoy a lazy day doing nothing.
Life is too short to live it seriously. have fun and enjoy yourself everyday 🙂
Is it possible?
Is it possible to be in the middle of ‘’corrida de toros’’,
without a shed of blood on ‘’traje de luces’’
or to be involved in all worldly affairs without getting really involved,
keeping your soul intact & pristine
Is possible to be like feather on the water!
A patient ray of sun awaits
behind the thunderous clouds
Calm water is hopeful
beneath the fierce surface
Success is ready to ride
the wave of debacles
a seed of hope smiles
behind the shroud of despair
all changes in an instant
in the blink of an eye
storm recedes and
life basks in sunshine!
Posted for Daily Prompt ”Frame of mind”
It happened on one of fine spring morning when the sun was crisp and cool refreshing breeze was a bonus. The weather, which people always complaint about, was just too perfect. However, unsurprisingly, London tube stations were extremely busy and the uptight pilgrims of capitalism were ready to start their day by their very first ritual; tube travel to Square Mile or Canary Warf.
He lives in east London and takes central line from Gants Hill, followed by a change over at Stratford for Jubilee line to reach business district in Tower Hamlet. Like every other day, he left home in a rush ignoring the spring springing in Valentine’s park, playful birds in the pond, a swan arching her neck and flapping majestic wings, a group of Canadian geese pruning themselves and energy radiating joggers fulfilling their commitment to healthy life. He even ignored someone he himself resembles, nature wise. He was more like greedy gulls, more interested in the snapping up at the bread.
At the station he bolted on the escalator flights but that was not enough to penetrate through the closing doors of west bound train to Ealing Broadway. He had to wait another five minutes to get on the next train. As soon as Leyton station was passed, he warm up himself for a sprint to catch another train which will take him to his office, a 26th floor desk in a skyscraper. ”We are now approaching Stratford, please change here for National rail, Jubilee line and Dockland Light Railway”, announced the tube driver. The doors were open with a thud and he leaped out with lighting speed. It was not easy to navigate through the morning rush but he somehow overtook as many as fellow passengers he can and reached stairs at platform five which will take him to Jubilee line platforms.
His first step on the stair was a head on blow to a gentleman coming in opposite direction. What an idiot, he thought. In a few steps he tried and successfully dodge a mid-aged woman but situation visibly annoyed both of them. By the time he was downstairs, dozens were emotionally hurt and he was boiling with anger. He was upset as it seems everyone in the world is blocking his way to success. Everything that could go wrong was going wrong. He turned around to curse shameless, manner less, rude illiterates who do not have direction sense. But as soon as he turned back, the very same moment he froze. His brain cells processed the information gathered through his eyes and sent a signal back. The brain signal moved few muscles and carved a smile on his face. He realised that when everything seems against you, blocking your way, making your efforts fail; one must look back to check if he is going in wrong direction, check if one going down on a stairs that is supposed to be used by upstairs traffic.
Written for The Daily Post: Blog your Block!
What’s the one guilty pleasure you have that’s so good, you no longer feel guilty about it?
I am kind of a person who keeps changing his leisurely pursuits. I love to explore unknown waters to see what’s in it for me. In the endeavours, I tried being painter, sketch artist, poet, writer, sportsman (Cricket, Football, Tennis, Badminton, Table Tennis, etc. etc.); list is endless. This is the reason when I picked up camera I was a laughing stock among my friends and family. Stakes were high towards me giving up photography in couple of week time. About 3 years have passed and I have been promoted from a bridge camera owner to a DSLR owner and proudly possess 4 different lenses. In these three years photography has become my passion (though it’s still too soon to claim).
I created my blog in order share my work and get all the feedback and criticism I can to improve myself. I also surf internet to see others photo posts on 500PX, Flickr, WordPress, even Google to randomly find photographers website. I am so hooked up now that I sneakily visit photo sites whenever I find few minutes wherever possible, during my break at work, at home, on my iPad, Phone; in summary however possible. And the most important thing is I do not feel guilty because whats life in which you cannot have few fun moments 🙂
Our house, it was not built of bricks and mortar but was made of people. Every morning Grandpa’s Sanskrit chanting in my deep sleep was bliss. There was Grandma giving instruction to virtually everyone while plucking flowers for worship. I can still imagine Mom in the kitchen, preparing breakfast and tea at the same time helping my Dad find his stuff before he starts his arduous day. Every morning there was clamoring of utensils and people speaking simultaneously. All this commotion was never a turn down but a sweet music to the ears. Our house still holds these sound vibrations.
Every festival, small or big, was yet another excuse for uncles, aunts, cousins to get together not just to celebrate but to catch up on latest in their respective lives. Our house was not just full of guests but also with sweet smell of delicacies which were unique for each festival. There was no telephone, internet, facebook or any other modern communication paraphernalia but still our house was witness of a connection between all of us.
Now time has passed and our house is changed so is our life. Now the entire globe is our house. The medium to express love has changed but our house still witnesses the same warmth.
This post is my contribution in Daily Prompt: Our House challenge