All Around Me
Midnight Musings
Kamakshi;
In her Honour
My friend, my teacher, my grandmother, my strength, Smt Kamakshi Jayaraman.
Thank you for gifting me with the love of dance;
a life of dance. I’m eternally grateful to you.
You are very missed.
Dance to live; Live to dance
“Hey, are you free to hang out this weekend?”
“No, I can’t sorry, I have dance class.”
When I was younger, it would bother me that my friends used to hang out with each other so often while I was stuck in class. Yes, I was excited to dance. Yes, I enjoyed it – but being involved in the traditional arts was not necessarily common and I often felt left out – as a teenager, my priority leaned towards feeling like I belonged with my friends. My friends would laugh and reminisce about all the things they did together over the weekend and I smiled along as though I was there.
Tiny Tales- The Brave one
She took a deep breath.
“Right behind that door, the moment you walk in, they’re all going to be thinking the same thing.”
Both of were them seated on her either waist, with the diaper bag hanging low on her shoulder. One nibbled at her saree, while the other tugged at her hair.
“Nope. Can’t do this”
What is family?
Each as individuals, we live in our minds an ideal life – how we perceive the better version of ourselves, what we hoped we would achieve.
Not everything we dream is our reality when we wake up each morning.
But what we do wake up to each morning, is our family – our loved ones.
Prabhuji daya karo.. mana mein an baso..
Over these past few days of beautiful celebration, I’ve heard so many memories people have shared with Swamiji. I believe I’m not the only person who wishes I had more time spent with Swamiji. I was envious of all the people who met Swamiji at a very early stage in their lives and share the memories with their grandchildren today. Oh what I would I do to be able to call such beautiful memories mine.
What is this world coming to?
How does one man’s pain and suffering, become another man’s satisfaction?
Everyone experiences hate and conflict of interests. That’s what makes us human. And the natural thing for us to do is vent this frustration. The problem we seem to have, is that we don’t know where to vent it.
Making a difference - The Ripple Effect
Looking at the world around us, you see people of all shapes and sizes. Some carry a Louis Vuitton bag and others wear a garbage bag. But who gets to define that this is how we live. Who get’s to decide if you deserve to be a royal or to be living in a slum.
Surrounding me I see tall buildings and my worst concern is whether I have food at home cooked for me or if I have to walk down to get it. And yet in the world there are people who don’t even have a roof above their head or water to quench their thirst.