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We are what our phone is… or our phone is what we are? This is for the fourth time within an hour it got hanged… the screen was freeze and buttons did not work… Now like a baby… sitting in the waiting area of the service center… with a ticket in my hand… with name of the device as of a patient and description of disease selected from the option… But when I look around there are dozens of people around me… the worst thing is their only source of killing the time is almost dead… or about to die… Why? Came the question… why we have to use it…? What else comes the answer or another question? Really what else can we do? We can’t say that we are been brought up that way… actually we brought up those habits or such situation upon us… where we are supposed to use it rather, we are getting drained by it… So, what should we do… throw the phone away and then we will be free… not rather we will get into another bondage… of thinking about it… when we have it we will use it but when we d...

How true are the ideal condition? How important are they for the reality? Now that we have realized, we have something to blame on we have put everything on the head of the ideal situations. But there are times when things fall all together, and they make a pathways and other times it’s a jungle surrounding with tall grass and trees… Only if the things were the way we wanted them we would have done what we have wanted to do? So then again, we are not talking about or blaming fate… how much of control do we really have… Should we ignore all our loved ones and focus on our goals… should we leave everything and just be with our loved ones… should we think about and work, earning, and saving or about tomorrow… or should we live in today… Now standing on the peak when I look back at the valley then I figure out, I come to know this is how I should have reached here… but the way I have come is it not right… Life is not a standard way of living, not like a formula… so you live n...

  “Gautama” someone called his name. He opened his eyes and looked at the old man with a bowl of rice in his hands… The old man gave the bowl to Gautama and sat on the rock under the tree… “Today I have everything that I once desired but even on the softest beds I always have hardest sleep…" he said after having the rice. "I had come long way. I had enough, but nothing was enough for me. I was incapable of doing anything. I was smarter than a fool but at the same time dumb than a wise man. I had everything but was not aware when and how to choose and make use of them…? I was blamed for everything, I was blamed by everyone, and even I believed that I am not worth anything… I have a house, a family, an occupation and had a stable and beautiful life… but then things went on and then there were few ups and downs…” He looked at the old man he was listening… “Today…” continued Gautama… "even after having everything I am not at peace why? Once when I was new to th...

  Sometimes it connects, most of the time there is a connection but no current which makes it work, now same thing won’t work at all… When I look back, I connect the dots and realize the same pattern that has been along with me all the time and I am not able to understand it… Now, her, I take the initiative but then again how I get mixed up with what I had manage to come out of… This world, these days… they are such where it’s hard to wait and breath… the day is more like a vacuum tunnel than events of a day… Earlier people would have complained that I was not abiding to the needful duties… but now I have been burdened by them and here I am not able to know the real me under the dropped leaves of the responsibilities… Just in the name of responsibility I not able to click that spark of creativity… where in this performance oriented, logic driven reality I am about to lose all my magical ability… Where everything looks bereft of positivity and question is been asked for ...