Zealot Readers: Wise Enough To Be Foolish by Gauri Jayaram

Zealot Readers: Wise Enough To Be Foolish by Gauri Jayaram: Title :Wise Enough to be Foolish Author: Gauri Jayaram Publisher : Jaico Publishing House Genre: Fictionalised Memoir It’s a cand...

साल इक बीता बिना तुम्हारे

सुर की समझ तो  थी पहले भी

सीखा तुमसे बोल पिरोना

गीत हैं बिखरे बिना तुम्हारे

साल इक बीता बिना तुम्हारे

हर सू वैसे रंग ही रंग थे

सीखा तुमसे रंग सजाना

अब रंग फीके बिना तुम्हारे

साल इक बीता बिना तुम्हारे

राहें चलती थी तुम बिन भी

 सीखा तुमसे राह पे चलना

मोड़ हर सूना बिना तुम्हारे

साल इक बीता बिना तुम्हारे

जीवन हमको जी ही रहा था

सीखा तुमसे जीवन जीना

और अब जीना बिना तुम्हारे

साल इक बीता बिना तुम्हारे

This is a remembrance for Asheesh Sharma...My closest friend, a pure soul who touched my life in a magical way when I needed it most and an exemplary Pilot in the IAF!! You live in our hearts Asheesh... Souls like you can never perish

My Lone Star

You come to me

A solitary lone star

In the dark unlit night

A piercing sharp ray

With your aural light

Shoots down to my toes

It touches my heart

In its decrepit dark nook

And my soul is all aglow

I still stand alone

full of your warmth

And the night turns bright

PS: I had heard that a poem came to you this one did!!!

My Tryst with Yoga!!

Do meditation, yoga or gymming for that matter help you become a better person?

For once in life I have a lot of time in my hand and an urgent need to be fit what with suddenly finding out that I have a thyroid disorder, lo and behold all this while I was thinking that I am gaining the kilos because I eat Kurkure.

Going to the gym definitely makes you fit. One of my best pals swears by the cardio and weight training routine and says Yoga is not for her because its too sedate. Another day I was reading a book by Gauri Jayaram and she also said the same thing, so Payal - you stand validated.

I tried to go to the neighbourhood fitness center too- oh! what a strain my muscles took.My arms still ache when I think of the dumbbells. After the first three months I never renewed the subscription! Not my cup of tea..I like cake with it. 

I found yoga my best friend. It stretches , shapes and tones me while also making me calm and peaceful and hence happy. It gives my day a nice fresh start. Its cardiovascular as well as mild weight training rolled in one. But the best benefit is the peace it brings you. Doing my asansas and pranayam first thing in the morning makes me happy, channelises my raw energy and makes me a better person to deal with (I am known to be difficult person!! Something many people, specially my buddies will vouch for)

And now to take it further I am learning to meditate..tough ask I tell you. for someone who was good at studies but never could never score due to lack of concentration, (Hey! I still always made it to top 5 though and I wish I had taken our yoga teacher more seriously) its sheer torture to sit at one place and close your eyes and try to think of nothing and breathe. But its showing results...for starters I have stopped raising my voice  and I try hard to think at least twice before losing my cool. 

The best thing that this heady mixture of yoga and meditation has done to me is that I don't fight back, I don't argue (now I just choose to glare quietly but intensely at the concerned person) and I have learnt to let things be!! I have learnt to focus on what is good for me and recognise what is bad energy. 

Fitting into my old University jeans of course is the cherry on the cake- (I want a devilishly happy grinning emoticon here :D !!!)

So I want to share with those who care to read me that its plain good- Yoga made ME calmer , more focused and fitter- so many of you can try. Though if like some, you find Gym more fruitful please dont laugh out loud . And i would be lying if I didn't tell you that I do go for a walk-run in the evening (5 minutes walk and 2 minutes run at intervals for only 25 minutes).

So here's to be a fitter and better person!!!

The Turn

I turn the turn and look for you

Like in the picture-riddle, where

We used to find a missing person

And win the coveted prize

The turn where, walking fingers locked

We had emerged one day, suddenly

From the winding lanes in the green

knowing we had to part our ways

The turn where you told me to go

Nudging me gently on, coaxing

With a touch in the small of my back

And watched till I disappeared

All is still there, the green and the road  

But the touch in the small of my back

And YOU; my coveted prize are lost, 

Yet, I turn the turn and look for you.