small satori at work

wakes up ahead of me, don't know when it goes to bed after me, staying ahead of me, shaping my thoughts, awaiting my mortal response, holding me when i don't respond right, gently disappearing when i glow in abiding, this God particle in me...and in everyone around!

greenery of healthy herbs alongside our front wall are sacrificed to make way for the latest fossil fuel guzzler in the neighbourhood! corollary: the neighbour offers a toffee wrapped in glossy plastic in the evening in celebrating their new possession! what do i 'have' to 'celebrate' or 'offer' in return?!

walls, bricks, benches, doors all strewn with memories how did i think i have in me what it takes to forget experiences, when places and my responses to them still are carried in memory afresh...

mono-cultured minds seek loss of diversity. in seeking revenge in challenging status quo in rebelling in improving efficiency in suggesting change in enhancing looks in creating alternatives in sustaining a system if diversity is lost we all lose. revenge, challenge,efficiency, rebellion, change, look, intellect, system...are all of no use if human form is destroyed.

faster status update changes than one can change sooner someone appreciates than they can comprehend easier access to each others' intense moments grants more labels than what a human can grow into well, where are you my old friend?

relationship management and crowd management are two different things...in not understanding this lay the challenge of many Indians. some manage relations with crowd management strategies and lose them, others cosy up with apathetic crowds expecting to see relationship and get disappointed. both needn't be. 

... Old scrap book revives memories In unguarded moment of forgotten times Experiences re-lived and expressions recalled So when do we really forget?