Dream Catcher

 Hello there..The article is based on my experiences and learning of astrology, purely to help you in case you are going through difficlut phase in life - I will be glad if this can help you someway. Karma and Past Life(s)  If you don't believe in Karma and strange ways we are paid in full for our good or bad actions, past and present - I suggest you can stop reading. Astrology is based on concepts of karmas, our soul's journey throuh various lifecycles, in forms and shapes - carrying with it the ledge of our oast actions. Soul is the true carrier of debt - our bidy is just an instrument to carry our will, till we find a new one - as Bhagwan Narayana himself told in SriGeets - Sould changes body like we change clothes, and move on from one body to another to carry on with its cosmic journey. Question then arise - what is the journey about, what is the ultimate aim and how planets alignment in out kundli helps us guide towards achievening that path An horoscope is essntially a ...

 Life was going ohh so smooth till 2018, I was the star employee, person with Midas touch, person who can do no wrong. Whichever client I worked for, only got respect, recommendation and few job offered to join client team. Was the most popular Manager in the office, the person who can make things happen effortlessly….and then Ketu happened. Blog is based out of true life experience, something which made life upside down. Went on such roller coaster ride since start of Ketu- Venus period that the only refuge for me for past few years was God. Lot of sleepless nights, anxiety, fear, setbacks in career, it seems like I can do nothing right. And still there are 3 more years of Ketu maharaj to go.  From the person who casually used to believe in astrology to one who now can look at intricacies of Astro phenomenon and take shelter in the logic of karma. Spoke to zillions of astrologers, read countless articles, and tried many remedies, now after 4 years, I have made peace with the ...

 Looking at radiant blue sky illuminated in golden hues by majestic sun on leisurely Sunday afternoon, and it suddenly felt like deja vu. Afternoon ambling towards evening and sun slowly going down, turning snow clad mountains of dhaula dhar into canvas of orange bliss and long orange shadow reelecting across sapphire blue waters of mighty Beas river. Sun going down used to feel like a loss of another day, dark engulfing what we can see and chilly winds of winter touching your skin and shivers go deep upto soul. It always used to touch a raw nerve, triggering a sense of loss inside me, winter chill and dark of night. It felt like life giving way to death, vibrant colours replaced by all engulfing black, time for foxes and panthers to come out and reclaim the land for them during night to what was lost to mankind gradually during day. Why do we fear night, why it triggers a sense of fear, unknown, why every movement can be interpreted in thousands ways to make us afraid.  Mount...

Between me and them Between me and the man in mirror lies infinite possibilities, an entire lifetime of memories placed between us two. Between me and my Soul lies infinite paths, all must be traversed before we can meet at last... Between me and my love lies infinite questions, all must be answered before the we become one.. Between me and myself lies infinite versions of me, all must be reconciled before I see true me.. Between me and God lies just one little jump of faith, Trust and jump to be the one I am supposed to be. I Stopped In missing who are nor here, I stopped loving who are. In remembering the friends long gone, I stopped seeing who are not. In looking for love from the others, I stopped loving myself again. In looking for their approval, I stopped appreciating myself. In looking to be the best for them, I stopped being the best of myself. I stopped is the thing I hear, whether very far or impossibly near, I need to unstop stopping again, Need...

We are all fallible, to various degrees. The basic tenet we hold true as a human being is that after all said and done, in the end we find away to be correct in any argument, or at least find a way to absolve us of any blame. The other thing is that how less we want to listen, and how much we want others to listen to what we say, and accept that we are right to a large degree. Sometimes I pity, I pity a lot of people for how much hatred they carry inside them. for months, for years, they foster hate, they feed hate, and when time comes they let the venom out. I wish letting the venom out, of believing all the lies all the time, and blaming someone for everything bad in their life, will provide them peace. But peace is not easy to find, especially when you don't own things and always looking for someone to blame. On the other side, what of a person who is the target of all that venom, of all the lies and accusations. How it made him/her feel that someone close to you can possibly...

The first talk we had still lingers in mind with all things left unsaid the words interjected with hmm as if we trying to create our own rhythm the pause after listening to a question the moment when we showed caution small talks which made you smile serious stuff was on back burner for a while words and anecdotes shared all pointing to something more we share then we said goodbye to be rejoined later by the night sky second time bit of fun because testing waters was first time done we shared likes and dislikes as there are still some lingering doubts as we continue talks this seems like a story worth continuing And continuing it is everyday with new fables We live life and love each other and the love story grows with us together

Having a tender a heart, a mind which feels for other and a soul which is gentle and caring, all sounds so good and ideal. Compassion, idealism all sounds to proper, so right, so good. Put those values in soul of a persona and you will have individual who is a beacon of all good about humans. Alas it is not that simple. There is nothing like an ideal man. We all are designed to make pursuit of happiness as our only goal in life. Some of us look at spirituality to provide them happiness, some to religion, some to helping other out, others fight poverty, and some are champions of democracy, for some they are willing to bleed for communism. We all want to be special, to have individual and unique thought process, to feel self-important and however we argue against it, when it comes to I vs them, we invariably choose I over them anytime. “I love my parents”, “I am willing to do anything for my friends”, “I can die for my country”, “I am a good human inside”, “I never intentionally hu...

This dark night will pass, and there will be sunshine. The water in river will be blue again, and diamond like sand will again shine. The flowers will bloom again after winter, majestic and full of fragrance. The birds will sing the morning song, and celebrate by sky diving from their nests. Pine trees in wood will sing the song again, tease and romance the rocks in the wood. The moon will again be full and beautiful, rising to make the world fall in love again. Everything would be there my dear. life will go on as it always does. You won't be there and neither would I. the longing would be there and so will the pain. You would be somewhere else, trying the make meaning out of life. I would be somewhere else, where the stars don't shine this bright. The flowers won't be beautiful. cause i will fear the thorns in them. The moon won't be beautiful for me as it will make me long for you more. The sun won't shine brightly for me, as my suns...

Its raining incessentaly here people drenched and wet cursing the rain and the water as they have chores to complete everyone trying to tell heaven to sweat at the time they seek people are getting wet but less are walking in the rain clothes are getting drenched but soul is yet not wet mother nature is a woman with weather god at her command she is telling angels to arrange for rain Only a woman can do things which needs to be done despite the indifference and apathy of her adopted or otherwise sons O mother nature don't listen to cynics keep doing what you want I want more rains more and more to drench my insatiable soul

Do I believe in GOD or rather do I believe that GOD, if there, is impartial, fair and good. Am I an atheist or simply agnostic or may be a believer. Questions which people ask and questions which I reply by a mere smile or a nonchalant shrug. Smile because i am afraid that any reply from my side will let them ask me more and more question and shrug because that's the best way I know of showing indifference. So coming back to the million dollar question, the answer is not that simple. I believe, rather I know that I am a devout but in a different mold. One thing which I honestly follow in all my dealings is that if you believe in something, you ought to believe in its absolute infallibility. If I trust, its has to be an absolute and sacred trust, If I love is has to be absolute. I ran away from anything which is not absolute, I distrust a person who fail me continuously and however hurt I may be because of any of my decision, once taken their is no going back. That keeps life sim...

Power of suggestion, power of mind, power of thoughts when you woke up suddenly and see world around you in a different light. At that moment everything make sense and nothing make sense as well. Voices are music and voices are cacophony as well. When you sit misty eyed in a crowd and still feel no rush, humans seem like floating aimlessly. Boy and girl on the opposite side of road, smiling and whispering sweet musings, and you see the mask they are wearing and wonder how long before they are shouting at each other, fight over trivial things, how long before mask of love will be off. Pizza boy on the other side, defying all rules of traffic and all laws of physics, gliding through the traffic like a slippery reptile just slips out of your grasp. In so much hurry, worried about 30 minute deadline and pay cut if he fails to deliver before that, making himself a potential victim of road accident, just to feed someone within 30 minutes of order. A poor mother begging on the roadside, chi...

Cool breeze sweeping and hills are forlorn, the temptation is there to stop and plunge myself into the path unknown. Riding on hope and emotions for too long mind start to wander a bit, eyes looking worn, After a long day, toiling under the sun moonlit fields are like oasis in desert storm. Battered, bruised, tired and sunk I just want to stop and sleep, Enough of madness around me for now Just want to go away from the madding crowd. People shouting, yelling and frown, at me for reasons unknown, I wanted to go and help them, but then something inside stop me, each for their own. I saw a little child begging food in the scorching heat, not for once can afford a peaceful retreat, the image is till haunting me for hours now, what could have we achieved with a little more heart and little less mind. The mother at road shouting at her little one, he dared to play, when he should be putting his head into books, exams are round the corner, what w...

"When will you be home?", concerned voice pops out of phone. "I will be waiting for you for the dinner". Shobha knows the reply which would soon going to strike her hearing cords, but wished that to be different today, "you have your dinner please, I am going to be pretty late". The life of Mr. and Mrs. Khanna has been following the similar pattern for past 3 years. Rahul, the male protagonist, used to leave home early and stay late in the office. They are married for past 5 years, love marriage, and they do form a lovely couple. The handsome and well built Rahul is perfect symphony to slightly gangly, but attractive Shobha. All was rosy in the first few months, but things have changes as of late. Rahul was promoted, Khanna's got a new house and a brand new car, with huge monthly EMI's to boot. Long hours in office are mandated to fulfill the comfortable lifestyle. Material things are piled up in house and love, feeling crowded and suffocated, had...

A father left humbled by failings in his life, he searches for success in his son's actions and choice. A mother who sacrifices all her happiness and comforts, so that her son can get all comforts as he grapples with the tides of life. A son who can see and sense his parents sacrifices and pain, he always remember his roots ingrained in fertile soil of his parents efforts . A father who wants best for his son and only asks for this, never ever fail me son never quit on your father. A mother who never wants anything comforts of life forgotten for long , toils hard and long with a smile eyes always seems forlorn. I have cut my wings and choose to toil along the ground, so that my son can flutter his wings and fly high along the horizon. Go on son, achieve whatever you wants go and fly, be high and mighty, just come back home in the nights to the comforts of your mother's arm. Parents are old and weak now once mighty arms of father now weaken by time, shoulder of mother who carri...

I used to go through life whining and complaining bemoaning at the failed attempts wishing what should have happened infact the life has habit of not listening if you keep crying and shouting life's ear not pierced by voices but by words unsaid and the unsaid words were miserable future dark and sad life took a clue from that and give me what in thoughts I conjure I complained about the people in my life they come and left but each one of them took something with them some part of me which now belongs to them I was always afraid of losing myself and bit by bit, part by part some people took small part, some took a larger pie but when they depart from life, what is left is just a sigh I put myself in a cocoon to save myself from the hurt I told myself its safe to close me that way nobody gonna hurt but with every departure there was some change it was me who was changing, losing myself again I was afraid, lost and confused I ne...

One of the most intriguing lines I ever heard in my life was from gurudev, the great Raivindra Nath Tagore. Its a simple line, "Ekala Chalo Re". Why of all people, RNT choose to utter this line. The man who is a philosopher, thinker way ahead of his time, poet par excellence, what was the compulsion he had to utter this line could be line for dejected as well courageous, extrovert as well as introvert. Whats magical about that line is that you can apply this philosophy in any walk of your life and it would fit in any situation. You can go alone, march ahead, go with the righteous even if entire world is against you, stand as part of crowd if crowd is right, but have the courage to standalone if crowd is wrong. The history if full of people who showed amazing defiance in face of adversity, they refused to be cowed and bent in front of authority. My all time favourite is the "gadfly" from Greece, the father of modern philosophy as we know, one and only Socrates. He li...

Wake up Sid. Sid needs to wake up for sure, but apart from him, there are many others as well who needs to have a good look at themselves and try to wake up from their slumber before its too late. So, wake up Mr. Johar, its good to be humble, but to bow down and creep at the very first opportunity is something which I am very sure even you would not be proud of. Mumbai is mumbai, and nor bombay, so Wake Up from colonial hangover for once and start calling city what it really is. Playing in hands of people who make their careers by inciting people's emotions is a dangerous game to play. So, better Wake up and all the best for you next work "My Name is Khan". I hope after the release you don't have to go to more doorsteps with your sorry, to make sure your movie runs in movie halls. Wake up Mumbai. City of dreams, fast turning into City of goons. D company is still there, but nowits time for R company I believe. Lathi/swords welding people on prowl to defend the integri...

Gandhi jayanti it is, birthday of a leader of men. One leader whose names evokes discussion as heated and reactions so extreme, that intensity of those could not be matched, remain unparalled, even after more than 61 years of his death. Gandhi, Mohandas Karamchand Gandhi, was probably one of the greatest leader and human being who walked in blood and mass on this earth, but then why there is a list of people hating him, deriding him at every possible opportunity, to the extent that word Gandhi becomes a synonym for being weak. Gandhi to me, for larger part of life remains a figure, who is enigmatic to say the least. Now this is a strange statement to say about a person, whose entire life was almost spent in public eye, with crores of people following him in India and across the globe, with countless collection of books, biographies, articles devoted to him. But this is a fact, my truth, that Gandhi to me was, and still remains an enigma. Who was real Gandhi, what was he thinking when h...

Its 26th of November. Its Deja-vu all over again. Quite a familiar sight for us Indians. We, the Indians, compassionate,forgiving people, we from the land of sages and karma. We are at it again, time and again, a handful of people, from outside, from within our borders, keep reminding us again and again of our debility, of our spineliness, of our cowardice but above all, most worrying of them, our lack of compassion, empathy and sympathy towards the victims, our lack of respect towards the life of our fellow Indians. The question which we need to ask ourselves is simple, is Indian blood so cheap that it is meant to wash railway platform, taxi seats, hotel corridors and rooms. Again a handful of ruffians came to our land, attacked us, held a nation for ransom at will and what is the response from our leaders. Deputy CM went on record saying that "small things like that happens in big cities. they came here to kill 5000 and we let them kill only 200". Well done sir, you as o...

Writing is something i feel like doing, rest are mere details. Here i am, writing again, celebrating the human spirit,breaking myths, creating a new legend, as legend are nothing but men who have the courage to defy the odds.Its unfathomable, unthinkable, unreasonable as why we deify the men who defy the odds. What is there in human nature, human mind , which gives different reactions to different emotions as biologically all emotions are same play of nerves. Then why is so that we deify the people like Howard Roark, the legendary hero of fountainhead, hate people like Toohey and pity people like Gail Wyand. There has to be some logic in that, because all the three mentioned men are fundamentally the same , conqueror of their miseries, masters of their souls,genius in their fields and giants among men. Then what is that difference between Roark and Toohey? Practically speaking, we all like men like Toohey around us who has all the connections, who is powerful yet humble, someone w...