Random Reasoning

The river that flows doesn’t know where it goes till it reaches yonder sea to complete its destiny.

We cannot stand to be mistreated but can merrily mistreat. A drop of our own blood is so precious, yet we murder the earth to eat.

Just like happiness and suffering go hand in hand, spontaneity will creep into everything planned; salt and water will always crave, to come together and form a luscious wave--one so spiced, the other so bland--still their power is in going hand in hand.

Uncrossed, unbroken, unheard, unspoken... I don't worry about the impression I leave; I live life in the moment...

Don't hope with your heart that which can be fixed with the sweat of your fingers or with a kick of your leg.

I left my home without a plan. Into the 3-legged dog I ran. Instantly became his fan. We sat in the sun and got a tan. We chewed on the biscuits given by the nice man. And so this is how my new year began!

It is only when we stop the over application of our intellect that we are able to enjoy the orgasm of everyday things.

Move the fog of fears with an avalanche of tears--never underestimate the power and purpose of a good cry! and when it's over you won't meow like a cat but roar like a lion.

The less I know the less I sow, the less I reap the less I weep

Freedom is the domain of the free, who have no rules but live and let be. To freedom there is no end if you are willing to turn at every bend; willing to embrace every storm; risking your ego to get along. But those who like to take a stand, choose right from wrong and make a plan. Those who 'plan to be free' in the ‘jails of planning’ forever will be.

All these 26/11 candlelight vigils are fluff exhibitions. If we want to truly remove terrorism from the root, we need to extricate the parallel social behaviours that divide society into terrorists and celebrities--two sides of the same coin--embodiments of our greatest fears and greatest hopes.

When you give love no fixed form, and adhere to no preached norm; destiny will deliver with a spink and a shiver—an opportunity for you to be reborn.

I light up the lamp in my heart to give myself a fresh start; its diwali time and the universe will shine as the joyous diya burns away all past crime.

Diwali lights, card playing nights, dripping diamonds and drunken fights--these are some of the moneyed sights; for the rest there's a rainbow of sunshine delight, a peppercorn of hope and mythological might. And then there’s a street corner, where a single match will be lit. A hungry stomach will growl; an old wound will itch—waiting for the bonus to stuff in a torn pocket.

I sat on what I spat on and dirtied my behind. Anything you think you will never touch, touches you somewhere down the line.

Excess is flattering not fulfilling; fattening and not forgiving. 

I lusted I longed; I waited, became strong; I broke free and fought, cried nights so distraught; I believed so I flew and now I've landed where I belong...

I'm sick of the cliche 'life's too short'. Life's shortened by our imagination. Life's sweetened by our willingness to negotiate.

When they came for me, I was ready When they stuck their fangs into my neck, I didn't bleed When they asked me to bow down, I gently knelt And then somersaulted and ran out at high speed…

When you dig that deep into the past, you can see that clearly into your future and finally start living in the present. It's only when the complexes and insecurities are addressed and resolved that the courage to respect what the present has to offer, emerges. We learn to respond and not react because we know where we have come from and where we are going.

Hates hypocrisy, harshness and herd mentality. It's toughest to deal with when you find it in your own home...

Has noticed that people are having a lot of fun but still keep complaining a lot. Is it because the happy stuff just keeps us busy but isn't satisfying?

Says the division between the self and other is such a creation of the ego.

Wonders if there is anything more sacred, fearless, captivating and intimidating than unflinching eye contact?

We waste so much time and cause so much stress by just believing what we are told, and following it blindly. Efficiency is in questioning things! What's universal on paper has to be customized to individual reality to make existence a productive and profitable venture.

Live, love, learn, lash out, laugh, lick, laze, amaze, astound--go round and round till you fall down--in a daze!

The things we know, like the seeds we sow, will soon change as they grow; to hold on, through rain and storm is less fun than to fall in the snow--so learn to let go!

A healthy challenge is important to keep the mind engaged and growing otherwise we start to fixate on non-problems and turn them into unreasonable exigencies.

Logic is all about how you group the facts. The conclusion you draw is a matter of where you place the punctuation.

A page can I borrow from your diary of sorrow and connect all my fears to yours. To know that you’re with me; I’m not alone in this sea of tears that have flown for too long.

Illusion Pushers are people who cannot accept reality—the mediocrity of their lives and the mechanics of nature’s cycle. You cannot lie to spare someone’s feelings. You should not encourage others to lie to spare yours.

It is not in avoiding things that can go wrong but in accepting the challenges of every risk. that you grow and forgive, beg forgiveness and evolve, and live out your life rather than hiding under its shadow.

Don’t make people apologize for who and what they love just because of your jealousy and inability to accept the imperfection of your life. Crush the ego before it crushes you.

To lose something you almost had; to never watch it grow. Whether it was logic or fears that drove your decision, you wish you hadn’t let it go.

The restlessness of the mind stems from the fractured relationship between the mind-body-soul. Unite the three and the restlessness will cease to be; winds will gently blow guiding you where to go and control will no longer be an issue.

Some of us are permanently homeless with a few rest stops and a few broken windows to stare out of. Some of us are so grounded into the earth, that even if we twist our thoughts, our muscles hurt. And the rest of us will plant the trees and place the paver blocks for our shelter and shade.

When I dig into my mind, I sometimes find, a thought so wicked, an instinct so unkind. I brush it off embarrassed; don’t want to be the reason someone’s harassed. But on the other hand, maybe it’s part of a divine plan. Maybe you’re secretly a fan of the torture that I am?

Singing releases the soul which is otherwise suffocated by the ego.