The wit, the nerve, the steel in you...
You rule, you serve, your kind are few...
No words, no thoughts, no meaning to look...
No regrets, no joys, no finds are new.

I searched for words between my thoughts,
Some spaces I could sight.
But all my thoughts so tightly packed,
I could not see the light.

Chains of thoughts and tightly wound,
They stifled all the words.
I sifted corners of my mind
But confusion came in herds…

To the two of you…

While I've known only one of them, this one goes out to both Ricci and Rorie... And someday I may have the joy of knowing them both like one! A small trinket from a dilli friend who couldn't make it for the wedding across the seas...

I would say I would sing
If the words would ring
I would whisper I would shout
If the words went about
From the skies or the vales
From the seas through to Wales
A congrats and much love!

Regret not being there to say that last line in person!

My dearest sister gets tangled up in a knot tomorrow... Just thought will let you all know! Lots of love to everyone and more!

So much time has slipped away...

...and I kept no notes! None at all. Mind's a blank now. So I'll just do what I usually do, which is pick up a book from the shelf randomly, then open a random page and put down the randomly read words...

A word that is read but not thoroughly understood is a word that is dead. Unless completely intelligible meaning flies from the spoken or written work to the mind we are left unprpfited. How much more then should we learn to give careful attention to the words we use in important study and serious discussion.

Ouch! That was too random. It's from Paul Brunton's Hidden Teaching Beyond Yoga (page number... damn! I slipped it shut.). I stumbled into Brunton about 8/10 years back with his A Search in Secret India, which was fantastic (a lot of it seemingly unbelievable).

But it was one of those phases (they come every now and then) when I wanted to tap into some secret source of energy/intelligence/powers of the mind. All a fantasy world really, sort of escapism, where I wanted to do much without any hard work involved. Like going back to school (early years at that!), with the current (as in current when I used to imagine so and not necessarily now) levels of awareness/intelligence and then show off to the rest of what I knew. How amazing to write a strongly worded letter on the demerits of corporal punishment, the criminality involved, a psychological analysis of the teacher and predictions on what the victim may become. Reading newspapers, the politics and business section at that, and asking elders what they thought of the government's policies (actually, I can't do that even now!) and doing so many other things that would be so surprising coming from a 9/10 year old. Such was the sickness that led me to read tons on how the yogis could do this and that. Comes from a secret (not anymore!) desire to be a performer. Of entertaining. Of being applauded!

But I know the foolishness of such daydreams and I'm happy to report they don't occur with alarming frequency anymore. Perhaps I'm getting cured. Perhaps I'm getting sick. Oh! It's a fun life any which way!

So back to Brunton Sahib. I've never been able to find his A Search in Secret Egypt, which is a decent read too I've heard. He was a British journalist who (I think after quitting journalism) roamed in India (among many other places) in search of mystics. I would certainly read him very differently now than I did about a decade back!