Wednesday, September 21, 2011

A subtle life

Subtlety is when you unknowingly bite a piece of green chili, while eating a rather bland meal, the hot juice in your mouth makes you aware that you are living.
Subtlety is when you serendipitously discover a bunch of currency notes in your pant’s pocket just before wetting them to wash makes you feel rich.
Subtlety is when you glance at the mirror to see yourself smile just for an instant and feel alive.
Subtlety is when you smell the rice fields, the aroma arising from the mud makes you realize that you are home.
Subtlety is when a cold sensation spreads from your chest to your spine and then to your mouth making you speechless is when you are in love.
Subtlety is the first few seconds of silence you hear after receiving my call, that I say I love you.

Saturday, September 17, 2011

Die Slowly

He who becomes the slave of habit,
who follows the same routine every day,
who never changes pace,
who does not risk and change the color of his clothes,
who does not speak and does not experience,
dies slowly.

He or she who shuns passion,
who prefers black on white,
dotting ones "it’s" rather than a bundle of emotions, the kind that make your eyes glimmer,
that turn a yawn into a smile,
that make the heart pound in the face of mistakes and feelings,
dies slowly.

He or she who does not turn things topsy-turvy,
who is unhappy at work,
who does not risk certainty for uncertainty,
to thus follow a dream,
those who do not forego sound advice at least once in their lives,
die slowly.

He who does not travel, who does not read,
who does not listen to music,
who does not find grace in himself,
she who does not find grace in herself,
dies slowly.

He who slowly destroys his own self-esteem,
who does not allow himself to be helped,
who spends days on end complaining about his own bad luck, about the rain that never stops,
dies slowly.

He or she who abandon a project before starting it, who fail to ask questions on subjects he doesn't know, he or she who don't reply when they are asked something they do know,
die slowly.

Let's try and avoid death in small doses,
reminding oneself that being alive requires an effort far greater than the simple fact of breathing.

Only a burning patience will lead
to the attainment of a splendid happiness.
-Pablo Neruda

Tuesday, June 28, 2011

Am I guilty?

coffee's cold, what do I do? i don't have a reheating system, so I discarded into the sink. In the morning, as I opened the tap half awake, I saw hundreds of ants being flushed, they were killed. This is not the way I wanted to kick start my week, killing innocent creatures. If I had flushed the sweet coffee with water immediately, I would have prevented this massacre. Now I make a point to flush my sink, every time i discard something into the sink.

Friday, June 17, 2011


I say character makes a man and her judgement, a woman.

Wednesday, September 8, 2010

Who is You?

Who are you? I am Narayan Rizal. But that is your name, is your name the real you? I guess not. Correct, what is in a name afterall, it is just a name. You are not your name, so who are you? Am I my body? Yes, you are your body, your face and your appearance distinguishes you from others, but is your body the real you? I don't think so. Correct. You are not your name neither your body, so who you really are? I guess I am my mind. Some great minds said that you are what you think you are and the mind thinks. So am I my mind? Let me think, hmmm my mind thinks many things that I don't want to think and feel and yet I end up thinking certain things I don't want to think or feel. I am not my mind. So who am I? My soul? My soul believes it is noble but me and my soul are not the same. I am not sure who I am. I am a particle in this whole universe, I am a soul seeking salvation, I am a mind loitering in search of contentment, I am an adult body destined to age, I am a student striving towards excellence. So who am I?

Sunday, August 22, 2010


Buddha the enlightened one has never said not to eat meat, so Buddhists all around the world eat flesh. Buddha also believed in the laws of 'cause and effect' (karma), originally preached by lord Krishna, Ironically Buddha's preaching starts with Ahimsa, meaning non-voilence. I am confused, help me answer these:

1. Is it Buddhist to eat flesh?
2. Did Buddha, who asked his followers to practise mindfullness leave the question of flesh eating to logically think to his followers? ( meaning killing is bad so is eating flesh, meat is, most of the time available after slaughtering). Or,
3.  Buddha himself found it irresistable to  meat? Remember he is known to have given up all his desires.  It is known that Buddha himself ate flesh,( the cause of his death was diarrhoea triggered by eating stale pork)   

Friday, August 20, 2010

Slow Down!

Everybody wants everything to be fast. Fast food, fast jobs, fast relationships, fast sex, faster cars, and faster internet connections, and the list goes on.. But last night when my mind was racing through the abyss of erratic thoughts, I appreciated how amazing it feels to slow down. It is soothing, it is free of fear and it is slow.
Slowing down gives you the time to appreciate the moment you are going through, and it creates some sort of mindfullness, peacefullness even in distress, a smile in both confusion and contentment.
So son, slow down!!