Insights that Excites

The visions of the Dream Keeps transcending into the wakeful hours of the day The silvery moonlight Streaking into the bright sunshine of regular Familiar and useful life. It is a fine blend A dream that permeates into the conscious mind With a forcefulness That can leave the reality shaken That wants to spread out its wings And take on the might and power of the wind A reality that permits only acceptance That has to be lived through The silvery haze of a Dream

Today I am writing about two Doves that befriended us , came and layed their two eggs on a rope swing in my balcony. It was an amazing experience to see the two bird take turns, first, to build a tiny nest and then once the female bird lay its two small eggs, they once again took turns to keep the eggs warm. It was like a clock work, an unsaid and un documented sense of bonding between the two birds and their future family that was unfolding before my eyes. Very soon this nest was the most precious object in the household. All visitors were told about it and special ones were allowed to enter the bedroom and look at the nest from behind the glass of the French windows that opened into the balcony. After a wait of about 20 days, one of the eggs hatched and we had our first baby being born in the house .. the tiny little featherless and very helpless looking baby Dove. The parent birds were very excited.. and having watched them for so long, we detected a distinct difference in their beh...

I am lost, In the drift of souls From the debris of the leftovers of life That lay strewn around on the foot path Of the capital city Or in the burnt ruins of the Symbol of hospitality, In a rival capital. I am one with the drift It is a strange amalgamate of souls, That sing in the name of happiness, souls That rejoice in the name of love, souls That cry in unition at a loss unimaginable. Unable to tear away from the lifeless bodies Unable to see the loss on the faces Of the ones we leave behind. I am on my journey As a soul that hopes To never be born again To live in the divisions Created in the name of Isms In a world that looses its sanity A world that has lost its zest For the Ism of Life. My reaction to the turn of recent terrorist activites in the subcontinent. I love life and cant understand how or why some factions insist on wasting such a lot of it.

Wings of Fire In the corner room with the wooden floor Lay the soft song of life.. By the comforting warmth of Everyday life, Untouched by the whirlwind Within. Till you came by and The song remained soft no more.. It is a calling, The brilliance of a thousand suns Dazzling on the wooden floor. Waiting to take off In passion On the wings of fire.

Crossroads …. Sitting in the den, On a damp dark December.. The chill is real. The fingers of loneliness .. Oh so strong So many stories Those.. that can turn the frog into the prince Those that can leave the happy prince crying So many words.. so many voices.. In the heart of loneliness they boom loud and strong. They speak of love.. They speak of God… Always they speak of you.

“In my life there are places I remember…” sang the Beatles in their much loved song ‘In my life’. Yes in your life there are places, occasions and faces that you come across in your daily grind, and you remember some and forget many. Meeting Marc Woods is one of those occasions which will remain entrenched in my mind for all times to come. While in Armonk, the HQ of IBM, I had heard about the exploits of the legendary Marc Woods in Paralympics. That he had won 12 Paralympics Medals of which 4 were Gold are testimonial to the courage and determination of a man who has learnt not to accept defeat under adverse circumstances. I was in Bangalore on 5th of Sept 07 teaching a Basic Blue for New Leaders session, and IBM made it possible for me to meet Marc Woods . Sitting beside a legend is no easy task. But soon I was feeling at ease with him as he smiled through his bright blue eyes and shared his trials with destiny with me. Coming from a small fishing village in Britain he lost his left l...

The research on Frame of Reference goes to prove that the human mind is a function of all life experiences of a person. Therefore this is also unique and like the DNA of an individual. My life experiences make “me”. This is science and there are numerous scientific research on the psychology of perception, notions of assimilation and accommodation, Framing etc. However what is of particular interest to me and which is somewhat beyond our current bounds of science, is what the Hindu philosophy calls the Brahma. According to this philosophy, the individual is part of a larger whole – the Brahma - the infinite source of energy. We are all aware of the ‘brain’, but what is it that we call our “soul”? The soul is that part of our being which links us with this entire universe as it is part of the entire collection of energy that could be. This common and collective “soul” is what brings with it commonalities which exists between the human beings inspite of sever differences in culture, expe...