The Buddhapriya

I don't know if people will throw rotten tomatoes at me or not. I'm consciously writing the expression, made with meaningful variables, and I was conscious enough while choosing for the header. Let's get into the content before your brain starts getting exhausted.  From the very early stages of a child, the mother is a constant being, to his or her life. We all agree to this. She nourishes us till we're enough able to consume our food on our own. Let's omit her contributions, and let's focus on the sacrifices she makes. The character transformation, from 'I'm the one' to 'My baby is one in the zillion' a mother finds herself entering to a new world. She sacrifices her sleep, her meals, her physical beauty, her 'me time', her outings, her profession, her privacy, if I'm missing something, please add on to the comment section. Believe me, it is 'run towards the zenith' alike feel.  Standing in this point, I'm...

The filthy air brought the day of reckoning to many lives. For the very first time. I stood up questioning my believes on the Spirit. The holy spirit.  Giving birth to a child in one hand, is a beginning, whereas death in the other, is the annihilation of a life.  This is a practical point of view. But in my case, the acceptance of lifetime separation, is my death. When mob tells me to be strong, it seems impossible to me. The ears go numb, to be more precise, go senseless. They can't catch the voices. They usually reflect them. Their positivity, pricks me. Their strength, weakens me.  You might see my eyes are open, but they are looking at nothingness. You might notice my lips curving, but they are not the smiles.  Filling the blanks, back in the years of school, was fun. But filling the gaps in life is a never happening thing. Staring at the dusky sky, relieves me. The light of life is yet to honk. Hoping to embrace it with open arms soon. -On behalf of...

Alone home, household chores left untouched. Dishes on sink kept lonely. Pillows scattered on couch alike the leaves of willows. There's a coral saturated dim light in the living territory. Quiet and quite wet weather, crying for the Sun to meet. Me, standing still on the territory, admiring the fairy lights half tangled cheek by jowl. After finishing the cup, I took it to the kitchen cabinet and placed it. The doorbell rang. I peeped, and there was no one. My blood ran cold. The trepidation was honking. I went to the shower to take a nap under the faux rain. But it felt strange, it felt parallely like catacombs for a living being, much of muchness. There was enough air to breathe, but for me it was 'water, water everywhere, nor any drop to drink'. Hustling with the torment, I swallowed and headed towards the translucent glass window. Suddenly, the glass went transparent  and reflected blood stains. On the spur of the moment I took aback...

Whatever happens to you is a preplanned manuever. To some of the well read people, the above mentioned sentence can seem to sound Godly in nature. But generally, to me this is what happens. I'm allowing though welcoming, critics to spit-up there criticism. So, when the acts are already planned, then the results must be preplanned too. But no, Ajit Kesakambali said,"with death, all is annihilated" . One must not think, if "I start walking on the road filled with heinous act, and there is no life after death" then he/she is wrong. According to Buddha , Nirvana can't be achieved, the body will leave the soul and keep taking birth till the soul clinches as pure. In the history, Indian philosopher and ascetic teacher, named Makkhali Gosala , said "We are powerless, suffering is predestined". But the events of your lives are preplanned, not the struggle behind it, and not the consequences it may attain. To confirm the best events to the li...

To some point we have seen or heard that, if we pull a string from hard to hardest it might rip in both parts, physically. But I'm talking about the essence of feelings. Let's just release this perpetually formed idea from our heads, and try to absorb a new firmly held conviction.  In my case it is all about patience and tricks of time and circumstances came across me. Believe me, letting things go is no sweat. Two roads diverged in a yellow wood, and I-I took the one less traveled by, and that has made the all difference. Holding on to it is toughest, but that's all I chose. Not always opposing makes you correct. In a meanwhile a side needs to be shut. There is nobody or nothing over HAPPINESS. Who doesn't want to be happy? Obviously, one of those who are cherophobic . Nobody comes to the world for anybody, it is merely, we make somebody, OURS. Rigidness is the nickname of resistance. The more we resist, the more people calls you rigid. Only way out of it...

30. 04. 2020 Today for the first time without burning the facade of my finger, I cooked a dish. The dish I prepared was something called cheesy Maggi . I don't know its authenticity, but it was all that I named it. I know all will surely ask what they were eating. I chopped the veggies & also seasoned them in the oil, I believe that's the best part of cooking. I could feel the veggies bathing into the oil. The sound became my penchant. The phase when I  poured the veggies gradually, a pall of fear covered me from inside. I thought it might cause a spill. Then as soon as Abu, instructed saying ; everything will be at its place because the oven is in low flame. Phewwww! That relieved me a lot. Lastly I captured few moments of the evening and garnished the dish with a pair of itsy-bitsy herb. Tadaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa Papa's cute taste buds rated it 9/10.