Love & Life

The other day I received a text about the simplified version of Bhagavad Gita. I have always been a fan of The Gita and like always, hoped that the text would be an eye opener and take me to another plane of inner peace. However as I moved from one slide to another, my brain, whose neural roots of logic are now compromised after years in the IT industry, was interpreting the verses as something that my manager would tell me. As the door of the elevator opened to my floor, there he was, my 5’10 manager in front of me with a crown on his head topped with a peacock feather, a blue tinge to his skin, a spinning ‘chakra’ on his right index finger and a flute in his left hand.   [ Italic font is the original verse from The Gita. The normal font is the version of Lord Krishna’s reincarnation as my manager.] “Why do you worry without cause? Whom do you fear without reason? Who can kill you? The soul is neither born nor does it die. Whatever happened, happened for the ...

It was like a stab in the heart. As I stepped out to leave to work, a sharp pain started in the middle of my chest. I thought it was a temporary thing. Maybe something to do with the spinach smoothie and banana that I had in the morning for breakfast, or maybe the quick workout I did in order to save time or perhaps the long night in heels the previous day or maybe just an evil cast or perhaps the indication of a nuclear war, my mind was racing to illogical reasons trying to rationalise the pain that was now beginning to spread. My right shoulder pained and my left one too. The article I read a couple of days ago came to my mind - The symptoms of a heart attack in women.   What? A heart attack? No it can’t be. I am only 32. I am too young. I am not ready. It can’t be my time yet. I am too young to die.   Death has its weird way of coming to you. I thought I was prepared. I thought I had done everything in life, from the crazy stuff that others fear, to absolutely a...

Dawn I knew I was ruining my life. This wasn’t what it should have been. I wanted to change but where could I start. Everything was so wrong and so deeply rooted that changing it seemed impossible.   I spent days and nights crying about it. Nothing else had mattered when I was with him. I had had the perfect life and I did not want anything else. But eventually he left. Destiny had other plans for him and while I thought I could handle it, I really couldnt. I was far too attached for me to be this far from him and it hurt. Hurt more than I could handle. Hurt more than I could comprehend. The pain took its course of action and what should have been mere physical distances between us became actual distances in our relationship. It only hurt me further. My world broke. It broke so gradually that I did not even realise that I was losing it all. By the end of it, I had lost whatever was mine. My heart, my soul and myself.   The world was the same but it looked s...