Friends have always been family to me with whom I’ve been myself and grew ten fold as a person. This past week was quite therapeutic for the soul and like my closest friend A who always calls such strong relationship as Cosmic vibration. We call him Doctor Sahib. We connected after ages and maybe after more a decade when we left Pune at different points in time.
Our WhatsApp conversation always reaches a deeper level of meaning and the conversations arms us with a strong belief of the extraordinary since both of are convinced that there is an inherent reason on the reconnection. We picture our past lives, present, and future as we craft the imagination of living again in Pune. I feel like whooping loudly since I have always believed that friends are my inner strength.
The last week alternated between shuttling with a tight deadline, going bonkers and his WhatsApp message at the right time that helped me to sail through past midnight. I hate to use the word Godsent since I oscillate between being an atheist and an agnostic but the vibration would be a better word to describe the friendship that transcends time. The conversation carried depth and accompanied me to wrap up a humongous article for the client’s magazine and feels just like the college days in the company of friends like during exams’ eve, bearing one single, unifying factor, our good friend S who must be busy watching us with a large smile on the face from the sky.
Our words touched a deep and intense chord as we spoke about the futility or seamless joy of living beyond the human flesh or the forever. I must have spoken zillion times about our friend S who suddenly died in 2006 and he was the one who christened me Bachchan in college. I was in a wondrous state how both of us in the conversation kept S alive and the belief that it is his way to swirl his way in our lives.
The souls who are close to us are eternal and never die. It is S way who brought us together after so many years to make us realize the future and eternal beauty of cosmic energy. A is someone who is evolved in more than one ways and our regular WhatsApp conversation empowers me through such energy that carries limitless value and bonding beyond normal.
The beauty about our friendship and the strong connect came through another friend K who celebrated his birthday a day before our conversation. I buzzed K and since he was busy on another call, the call was returned telling how much he is missing us all. He promised to have an Old Monk for me and the close chums. It whittle down to the vibration on how this virus spreads from one person to the other where the conversation between Doctor Sahib aka A and I lingered towards the almost perfect Pune days that now feels like a dream that never happened. Things just feel like the halcyon days and so what WhatsApp is conjuring the tricks.
This week I am trying to challenge myself with writing and starting today targeting seven posts a week on the blog. For those who know me, my writing on the blogs has taken a drastic beating in comparison to what I used to do in the not-so-distant past till 2016.
It is my writing challenge in pushing the self towards the cliff’s edge, reviving the novel wandering aimlessly and to translate the idea of an old poetry book into concrete material. So, watch out for me this week with this doable target of 7 posts a week. Books also took a back seat in February and March but this month’s end witnessed a significant progress as I finished Shashi Kapoor: The Householder, the Star and almost be done with Jyoti Arora’s You Came Like Hope. The latter is a beautiful story about love, identity and how as humans we push away this deep emotion or the reluctance to ride above everything. The review will be published very soon.
As it is, I have ordered a couple of books and at times it is good to take two steps backward before jumping in full swing with my reading. Another book lying scattered on my table and which I am looking forward to reading is Usha Rani, a tale of sense and sensuality by Gopichand, winner of the Sahitya Akademi Award Winner.
Monday is a challenge for most of us to beat the blues and we dread about the long week ahead while getting back to the grind. I shall argue that even for people like me who normally work from home, it’s not necessarily a slice of life kinda adventure. There is such a wrong perception that freelancers or people who work from home get it easy.
The day was special and I am grateful to the vibes that conspired to culminate into fulfillment to indulge in 50 minutes of yoga which is a record of sort, unlike my normal 30 minutes practice at home. I stumbled by chance on a channel called Zen TV while fiddling with the remote and diligently followed the yoga instructions, blending them with my weekly class, trying to remember what was taught. In fact, I have a memory lapse where most of the times the new asanas taught in class slips my mind. The small discoveries like Zen TV make life come in full circle at times.
I am feeling in mesh with my senses, something which I need the most. In the humdrum of routine tasks, we often forget to be one with ourselves, slow down and to breathe free. The weekend was extended till Monday after being caught with deadline that was wrapped last week and me time is needed the most in our quest to take things slowly. Break free, read books and enjoy every single second is something we must practice more often. Be one with nature and the soul, like they say. I happened to watch an old video of Rendez Vous where Simi Garewal hosted Dev Anand who gently flirted with death, aging and the vim for life. It’s quite tricky but rich with learning. A purposeful life shouldn’t make us shy away from our inner strength which doesn’t and shouldn’t sound like gapping to spoil a decently structured sentence.
Saturday was another wonderful day where I enjoyed the Scotch and deleted the cholesterol’s statin medicine from the body. We often don’t realize how much the moment of stillness and enjoying the drinks, flushing out all moments of doing the running around matters to us. Cut the chase and indulge at times in the good things of life, take things easy and watch the sunset, swirling the alcohol in the glass not to keep pace with world but to make us happy. The confidence and resisting temptation was beefed up for I had the first cigarette at 8 pm which is quite a feat and for the next two days until today, I had only 2 sticks. Indulgence must be kept to a certain level.
Ciao
V
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