We are travelers on a cosmic journey.
“The Alchemist” (1988)
We have stopped for a moment to encounter each other, to meet, to love, to share.
This is a precious moment,
A little parenthesis in eternity.

"I have found both freedom and safety in my madness; the freedom of loneliness and the safety from being understood, for those who understand us enslave something in us"
We are travelers on a cosmic journey.
“The Alchemist” (1988)
We have stopped for a moment to encounter each other, to meet, to love, to share.
This is a precious moment,
A little parenthesis in eternity.

Sometimes it seems as if a shadow is cast on you from nowhere. Broken away, it falls in your path, and you have to carry it along with you to whichever part of the world you go-in search of the entity from which it broke off.
Shadows have a reality longer than is recognised. Faces too have a reality. But for how long? Shadows for as long as you like. For a lifetime, if you will.
Years come and go. They do not wait. Some shadows, on the other hand, hover around us with an existence of their own.
Shadows are related to entities; they are subservient to entities. Yet some do not fit into any such pattern.
Amrita Pritam – Revenue Stamp
“If our friendship depends on things like space and time, then when we finally overcome space and time, we’ve destroyed our own brotherhood!But overcome space, and all we have left is Here.
Overcome time, and all we have left is Now.
And in the middle of Here and Now, don’t you think that we might see each other once or twice?”
Richard Bach
Jiddu Krishnamurti
Have you not noticed that love is silence? It may be while holding the hand of another, or looking lovingly at a child, or taking in the beauty of an evening. Love has no past or future, and so it is with this extraordinary state of silence
I wonder why we divide life into fragments, the business life, social life, family life, religious life, the life of sport and so on? Why is there this division, not only in ourselves but also socially – we they, you and me, love and hate, dying and living?I think we ought to go into this question rather deeply to find out if there is a way of life in which there is no division at all between living and dying, between the conscious and the unconscious, the business and social life, the family life and the individual life.
These divisions between nationalities, religions, classes, all this separation in oneself in which there is so much contradiction – why do we live that way? It breeds such turmoil, conflict, war; it brings about real insecurity, outwardly as well as inwardly.
There is so much division, as God and the devil, the good and the bad, ‘what should be’ and ‘what is.’
J. Krishnamurti
Meister EckhartHow easy is to say these two simple words – “THANK YOU” but how many times we just ignore saying this to all those who matter – all those we have taken for granted, all those who have given so much to us in this life , all those who keep on loving us, helping us, blessing us and making our life easy by just being there!
If the only prayer you ever say in your entire life is thank you, it will be enough
Would like to take this day to acknowledge their contributions in my life.
THANK YOU!

Franz Kafka, the story goes, encountered a little girl in the park where he went walking daily. She was crying. She had lost her doll and was desolate. Kafka offered to help her look for the doll and arranged to meet her the next day at the same spot.
Unable to find the doll he composed a letter from the doll and read it to her when they met.
‘Please do not mourn me, I have gone on a trip to see the world. I will write you of my adventures.’
This was the beginning of many letters.
When he and the little girl met he read her from these carefully composed letters the imagined adventures of the beloved doll. The little girl was comforted.

When the meetings came to an end Kafka presented her with a doll. She obviously looked different from the original doll. An attached letter explained ‘My travels have changed me.’
Many years later, the now grown girl found a letter stuffed into an unnoticed crevice in the cherished replacement doll.
In summary it said:
‘Every thing that you love, you will eventually lose, but in the end, love will return in a different form.’
Have we got it all wrong.
Does the so called “pessimist” who sees glass half empty is actually an activist optimist – who sees the potential and opportunity?
And the so called “optimist” who sees glass half full has already decided with the whatever is there in glass and sees no opportunity of growth?
Hmmmm…..food for thought.

The strange coincidence of books coming into my life at appropriate time continues…. there have been multiple instances of books “finding me” or “choosing me” at appropriate time (and especially during my travels to Europe.)
I have written about my previous experiences here and here.
This time its about “The Diary of a Young Girl” by Anne Frank.
The diary of Anne Frank was published in the Netherlands on 25 June 1947. Now this is where it becomes weird coincidence.
I pick up this book on 22nd March (but note, do not start reading it till 23rd June) and on 27th March we make plans for summer vacation in Europe. I have absolutely no clue that book is set in Amsterdam. On my flight to Amsterdam (on 23rd June), I start reading this book and was awed by the coincidence. I am again in same city while reading the book where it was written (and had reference). I fly out of Amsterdam on 25th June (on the day book was published).

From Amsterdam we traveled to Prague, Vienna and reach Budapest AND all this while I am reading this book (which has such a close association with holocaust). I had absolutely no idea about the holocaust impact in Budapest and how many Jews have died here. On our fourth day at Budapest, we decide to visit Dohány Street Synagogue which was just couple of blocks away from where we were staying. The young guide in Synagogue passionately explained us the history of synagogue and the fate of Jewish in Budapest. It was surreal experience for me visiting the synagogue and adjacent Jewish Cemetery ( The presence of the latter is quite unusual, as Jewish religious rules forbid the burial of the dead near places of worship. Its existence is due to the tragic events of World War II: in the extremely brutal winter of 1944-45, tens of thousands of Jews died in the Jewish Ghetto of Budapest, and over 2,000 needed to be buried in the courtyard of the Synagogue), which I think will have need lot of nerve to jot down.
THE BUDAPEST GHETTO
In November 1944, the Arrow Cross ordered the remaining Jews in Budapest into a closed ghetto. Jews who did not have protective papers issued by a neutral power were to move to the ghetto by early December. Between December 1944 and the end of January 1945, the Arrow Cross took as many as 20,000 Jews from the ghetto, shot them along the banks of the Danube, and threw their bodies into the river.
Only after visiting this site, I came to know that the apartment we have been staying in was in historic Jewish quarters!!!!
And I finish last pages of this book while I am leaving Budapest !!!!!!

Note to Self – need retrospection on what this book was trying to teach me and what life lessons my soul is yearning for in this lifetime. Coincidences can’t be so consistent and I have to learn to interpret these signs. I have to seek out my calling!!!
I am not going to stop talking to him merely because he pays no attention. I like hear myself talk. It is one of my greatest pleasures. I often have long conversations all by myself, and I am so clever that sometimes I don’t understand a single word of what I am saying.
Chanced upon Oscar Wilde’s short stories while on short stay at Prague.
(The Happy Prince and Other Tales (sometimes called The Happy Prince and Other Stories) is a collection of stories for children by Oscar Wilde first published in May 1888. It contains five stories: “The Happy Prince”, “The Nightingale and the Rose”, “The Selfish Giant”, “The Devoted Friend”, and “The Remarkable Rocket”.)
Don’t even remember last time I had read Wilde’s stories. What refreshing short stories and storytelling. Each story is narrated in such an engrossing yet comical style – surely to catch the attention of young readers. Each story though with such a strong moral has been told in a light breezy style.
Well, good-bye : I have enjoyed our conversation very much I assure you.
“Conversation indeed!” said the Rocket. “You have talked the whole time yourself. This is not conversation.”
“Somebody must listen.” answered the Frog, “and I like to do all the talking myself. It saves time and prevents arguments.”
“But I like arguments” said the Rocket.
“I hope not” said the Frog complacently. “Arguments are extremely vulgar, for everybody in good society holds exactly the same opinions”
Reading his stories now bring a different perspective and better appreciation. Guess morals like common sense never becomes obsolete yet so rare to find 😀
Some of my other favourite quotes of him: