Hazy, yet not saying it’s not clear. Confused, yet clarity hides behind the cushion covers of the holy mind.

Dazzling, yet not impressive enough to torment achievements and wake them from sleep to google inventions. Rusty, because too much is still not enough to consume riveting stories.

Perplexed with such goodness around you, the anti still lives to see some life and squeak through for blemish-less happiness. Yet, good times ahead.

 

There is something conspicuous and fascinating about the climate of March, not just applicable for 2017.

Turnovers, number games, profit and loss, employment jigs, disappointment and optimistic stories. March is loaded with all that a year promises to pack in a 365 day juggernaut.

I term it as the month of U turns, if you love taking those turns. I am one who doesn’t like the word – ‘settling down’, unsettles me quite a bit. I back my decisions, and work hard to make them happen. In a way, it’s true for all of us as long us we are not scared to take that unlikely decision of our life to get transposed to the next level.

March is one such month of anxiety and ecstasy. It ends and begins at the same time. It provides hopes, we can see them either crashing down or being catapulted to the highest order. Much depends on how you see the proceedings unfold – much of a derailed notion to a more teething issue. What’s important here is the perspective, what we have seen and experienced in years to do what we do today. Differently or desperately, results will come through.

For me, March is the Baap of all spoilers and delinquency. Turnarounds, decisions, introspection, celebration, magic. All happens in a spate of randomness and takes us by a storm.

How was your March? Do let me know and we can discuss the gigs over a cup of tea.

We worship, we slaughter. We despise, we adore. We nonchalantly care for them, we treat them as commodities.

Creation of God whatsoever, what separates us? Caste, Creed or Religion? Well, all 3 I would say.

Rules are meant for all, written by few for all, practiced by very few but the clan is the same, race is the same, behavior pattern is the same.

What’s different? The geography. The map. The outside world. The inside world.

Destiny.

I wasn’t very keen when Dad popped up with this idea to visit Mayapur. No, I ain’t an atheist but not the spiritual kind as well. Perhaps, I am the usually found under average human being immersed in success, money and  big dreams. Nevertheless, I did make this weekend trip.

What it turned out to be remains unexplained beyond words. I came back mesmerized, and wiser – if it’s measured by tantamount feelings of realization and sanity.

A world of it’s own, with people swimming around outside civilization and with a touch of spiritual eagerness that at least shows up in the attire – not disputing their intentions in any way, that is. Just being there under couple of days gives you this feeling that there is indeed a world outside the juxtaposed self imposed amphitheater that we all live in. If that looks pretentious, ours is equally appalling. It’s just that we adorn ourselves inside the carpet of civilization that stems out of the roots of the supreme – as they say and as we cease to have faith in.

Interesting stories that kept me hooked up in a sting of conversation that seems to come from a different world, different thought process, different desires, different kind of people. Yes, they are different. Not the outside but the inside that matters. I am to believe that consistently faking yourself is a difficult task and hence my faith remains abducted to my principles that comes from a blessed value system. Long story cut short, I felt strong.

Piece of history was unleashed in front of my eyes and it was a curious visit, if I can say that way – with information about the legend. A weekend of heat and blessed aura that keeps me afloat in testing times.

Thanks to my parents who took my unworthy tantrums in their stride, I owe it to them for all the joy and bliss.

Truly, this is one of it’s kind.

Source of Idol Photos: Mayapur ISKCON Website

There was a time when we had no internet, no sprawling streaming sites asking to you get glued and no mobile operators. I guess, life was much simpler then, sans mayhem and greed.

Today, the crucial question is – how much data is enough data? Just when you settled in for 2 GB and happily going around in a month to ensure you spend judiciously, out comes this huge, iconic announcement that changes everything. Customers are bull dozed with data, and just more data, luring customers to go crazy and ask for more. Trust me, 100 GB is not good enough today.

What has changed? Why this surge in data consumption and the drive to possess beyond limits?

I don’t know, may be you can answer better. Or may be, we are just changing. Remember, supply always is meant to meet the demand. We, as consumers have become in-delectably addicted to this urge of being glued to our mobile phones – sizes galore and so does our data in our disposal. We do everything, yes, almost everything with our mobile phones. We have become device maniacs.

We pay bills, we whatsapp all day, we FB like there’s no eternity, we tweet like hell, we check and send emails, we stream and download movies, we do music, we create presentations, we read news, sometimes we just browse – nothing to everything. See, I told you. We do everything with our mobile data.

Now we know, why this evolution that has led to a revolution!! Gosh, we have become paranoid, big data junkies who start the day with GBs and end it with just more and more GBs.

I am profoundly and fondly guilty of data consumption, are you? We are talking now.

We all savour that moment in our life and perhaps wait for eternity to get a glimpse – a clean, effortless, magical straight drive. And then, welcome to reality. Still, life looks beautiful. Sober, pleasing and more relished. If we could have the content inside us to draw saturation points, our lives will never need filters.