The End Is Never The Reflection Of The Beginning

Yet another one from Sulu.

One of the most calming things I love to do, is to just sit in the back-seat of a car with the windows down, with someone driving around late at night. It just connects me to the universe somehow. It reminds me of dad and mom, taking us girls around town; Just us. I like to watch the street lights twinkling in and out of my vision, against the dark purply-blue sky with just a hint of black blended in. Some nights this canvas would be accompanied by hearty purple clouds emitting a subtle glow, reminding me of a heavenly presence keeping watch over all of us.

It's in moments like these, you can hear the Earth breathe. Every pulse scattering across the skies, hiding countless secrets, smiling on our ignorant souls, envious of our blissfully blank minds, filled with only the clutter of everyday 'human' problems. Just waiting for us, to reach out and seize their awaiting opportunity to interlink our life-forces. I just close my eyes and let the wind caress my face, let it learn my features by heart, hoping that, the next time we meet, the wind would come to me like a long-lost friend.

The soft music from the stereo stirs me out of my reverie. Was I lulled to sleep? Or was I walking the fine line of a trance? Awoken back into reality, I cast my eyes upon the gateways of the universe, watching the moon and the stars follow our car like loyal chamber-maids, always in my presence, but just a step away. Scanning across the pavement and trees gliding by, I let my imagination run free. Did I just see a shadow dart across the roof-tops? Was that the flick of a wing? For years our minds have absorbed knowledge of multiple worlds co-existing, over-lapping each other, like delicate layers of pastry. We've heard of the few, whose inner-eye could catch what we mundanes could never imagine.

With a sudden burst of fear I catch my mind running off into un-charted waters and reel her in slowly. Steady now, I tell her, as the car parks near our building and we make our way home. Steady, I remind her. God will protect us from all evil hosts, I assure myself. But, I can still feel my mind push against my restraints, to let her free, to bring thoughts and images into my vision. I tell her, enough for the day. It's late, I'm tired and I have to bear the night alone. My fatique has no room for the horrific wonders my mind may convey from the universe.

VOICES IN MY HEAD

This one is from my wife Sulu!

How did we get here? When did I start living like this? Answers and questions race across the vast expanse of my brain. But how can something that comes so easily to mind, be so hard to put on paper.

More questions. So, back to me. How in the world did I end up here? At this stage and this state? Where, my life is being measured by working days ans and weekends and I've started ageing in weeks and not in years.

It's no sooner Sunday, than I start to think about the next Sunday; dreading the week before that glorious weekend, fore-seeing the workload.

When did I start living by minutes and not moments? When did April Fool's and Valentine's Day start to merge into normal calender days? When did hours translate into how many laundry I got done or how many whistles the cooker blew? Surprising, isn't it? How very complex connections the mind can make, when you are an 'Adult'.

How about the people around you? It just boggles me how, those people, you built mud castles with or shared a stolen chocolate off the kitchen-counter with, become so involved in their own world, that you become a very conscious choice of ignorance. And here you are waiting for them to call, sign of remembrance somewhere. But in the end, for all you know you may be that 'someone' to somebody else.

If I had the keys to Life's pantry, I would just go straight ahead and add a little zest of adventure, you know a little kick.

I feel a need to achieve more, much more than now, than today. Don't get me misunderstood. I've always been blessed with a great family. Parents, siblings, little kids who bestowed upon me the title of 'Aunt' and my most prized treasure, my better-half. I do not know where I would have been if not for the most important being in my life. But I guess it's a disappointment with myself. that makes me well-aware of these 'un-zested' moments in life.

As all chef's know, you've got to let that curry boil,before it reaches it's apex of flavour. Well. I guess I'm still boiling.

Feeding the hungry demon.

A never ending hunger is setting within.This time around I am sure that the hunger pangs that I
am feeling is unique.

We are hungry, always hungry for everything that we can get. But time and again as we feed to satisfy this hunger, we end up being hungry for more. Some wise man said that it is the hunger for more that made this nomadic race of ours greater.

I often wonder if this 'hunger' that we are feeding, which is taking us from being average to great is indeed where we aim to go.

This never ending hunger is making us insatiable in all aspects of life. Is this what greatness is? To be insatiable? There is indeed a void that we all feel within. An average soul like me relates this void to the crave for a good chicken biryani.

Mankind and his eternal hunger for more as we call it, is indeed not true. The hunger is not eternal, but instead, it is to feed on something that will be eternally fulfilling. The day we find it, I am positive that it will no more matter to be greater, 'cause, supremacy will set in.

Food for the soul anyone?