“We are born alone, we live alone and we die alone. Only through our love and friendships, we create the illusion for the moment”- Orson Welles.
We all have felt lonely sometime or the other. It could have been when a friends forgot to call us over, when they enjoyed or when the people we connect with are busy in their work and other commitments. Someone may feel lonely, waiting for that “special one” in life.
In loneliness there is a vacuum or emptiness that follows a person everywhere. It is like an isolation, a heartache and a pining for companionship. One can feel lonely even in a crowd. Loneliness is an unwanted sickness. Insomnia, memories pain and tears are its side effects.
It is like a song ringing in your head which you want to turn off but can’t!
Why “lonely”, why not “alone”?
It is matter of a perspective.
Being alone is a choice.It is a place to be. It is empowering.No doubt, many times, being alone crosses paths with being lonely.
It gives one freedom to do what one wants. It has sanity. From being lonely to being alone is a brave journey.
Virginia Wolf said “Alone I fall down into nothingness. I push my foot sleathily lest I should fall off the edge of the world into nothingness.”
Enjoy the solitude whenever possible, as it is rooted in peace. Funny thing is, once you start feeling happy alone, everyone else wants to be with you!
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Home is within By Monika Kathuria
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| Banyan tree Sector 17 Chandigarh |
Home is a symbol of peace and comfort. We struggle to look for peace and comfort in places, in things and in people. We invent an image around us that defines us, as to who we are. Every action we take and every move we make is governed by that self image we want to project to the world. Our expectation of how people should perceive us is very important to us. It is that decides, if consider ourselves to be happy or sad, successful or not, famous or infamous.
However, our personality actually is the product of our mental conditioning as done by our environment and society. We get carried away by the assumptions and presumptions and believe them to be true. Layers and veils of societal expectations and pressure hides beneath, the personality we are! We ourselves do not realize who we are.
Many people find it difficult to answer to the question “who am I?” Beyond the name, designation, profession and role (mother, father, etc.), it becomes difficult to identify oneself with.
What is my “authentic self”? This is something which most people on the planet do not even think about.
When I came across this term in Robin Sharma’s book, The Secret Letters which I am re-reading after about 4 years, I found myself contemplating on it.
As I contemplated on “authentic self”, various thoughts crossed my mind. If being a woman, teacher and mother is my identity then how is it different from the millions of other people on earth? Then how am I unique or even authentic? To live an authentic life requires a lot of courage. Courage to accept our fears and our weaknesses, to explore our talents, dreams and desires. To accept failure and dejection. To be comfortable with who we are. To try to manifest our goals to reality. Yet, the most important part is to be honest only for ourselves and not to validate the projected self-image. In living an authentic life we give power to our soul to grow. We accept our weaknesses, transform them and evolve.
It brings out the fact that life is all about “the journey of becoming!” It is not about reaching a destination or achieving milestones. It is about shedding the veils and letting go of what we are not. The comfort of home is thus not in places, people or things it is in becoming who we are supposed to be….
The home is within!
She’s a waif : Nobody’s Child
Those dark tear-filled eyes,
Those moans and those heart-rending cries,
Of the lonely child, in the dark moonless night,
Roaming alone in the wilderness, terrified !
No one around to share or care,
No one to look after her, no one dear.
No shelter, no clothing , no food for days,
Barefooted she walks at 5 years of age.
Sight of any woman reminds of her caring Mother.
It was not long ago, When she was the center of love,
Her mother’s life – this fatherless child.
Those lovely days did go where? Alone she cries.
On a bright and sunny morning
With her mother she went shopping.
Holding her hand she was hopping
Happily and merrily she was living.
Someone came from nowhere,
Others followed him with spears!
With pistils, knives and swords bare !
Their aim was not clear.
Shouting, yelling ran people, scared!
Hither and thither and here and there.
The bullets fired, the shots heard.
Those bodies fell with a thud.
Pools of blood collected in no time.
Before her eyes was a gruel some sight.
With her mother dead before she realized.
She was left as – Waif – Nobody’s Child !
The riot was over, the mob dispersed,
The night was over, the darkness cleared.
Her life faces a dark prolonged night…
Hungry unhappy, sad and terrified childhood cries…..
She’s a Waif – Nobody’s Child !
Love Thy Heart 💗
When we talk of ♥ we associated with emotions like love. Is it really so ? There are lots of sayings….warm hearts, cold hearts, clean hearts, mean hearts, light hearts, sweet hearts… 💓
“Two hearts beat as one”, they say to those who are in love. While at loss of affection the “hearts get broken” , trouble makes one’s “heart bleed”.💔
Happiness makes “heart gladden” 💖. His “heart was in his mouth”, after having “gone out!” Sometimes the “heart is in highlands”. Sometimes “heart is all over the place”.💞
How does heart acquire a personality?
💘 When people meet, something happens, something goes boeing! Surely, it is the living, loving heart that react and gets excited at the sight of the beloved person. 💓
Damn it!! But heart is just a pump!
An automatic blood pumping machine that can be replaced! How come heart symbolize love? It is believed that we subconsciously remember our mother’s heart beat. So, heart was at first metaphor for motherly love and later became so for romantic love.💗
So what sends the signal of love through our bodies? Today in the age of science we know that it is Adrenal Gland!
The very idea is revolting!!!
Imagine adrenal gland-a little piece adhering to the kidneys.
It is hard to picture it on a Valentine!
The previous definition of love 💝 as “heart to heart connection” can now be replaced with-
“A renal-adrenal-cardiomuscular epithelial relationship between two pulmonary arteries…..”
Imagine a heart♥ beating, pulsing, flapping valves, opening and closing. How much does one owe to this little struggling thing. It’s alive, it’s working hard, nearly 100,000 times a day, it beats. It’s no doubt hardworking hero, an unappreciated friend, worthy enough to represent a sentiment like love♥ .
(Similar to what Shakespeare said)
My heart♥ goes to my ♥ heart and I must pause….till it comes back to me!
God is very kind
As we travel on life’s journey,
Challenges we faced; many difficulties,
Rearing up a family can be taxing, immensely.
It was music what enlivened me, I played instrumental melody.
As she came into my arms, she cried,
I shook rattles, instruments were kept aside,
Life may be harsh but God is very kind…
With my guitar, a part of me was left behind!
I did rock to music, I swayed, gracefully,
To teach her to walk, wobbly,
I left my dancing shoes, with a melancholy.
Life may be hash but God is very kind…
With my rhythm, a part of me was left behind!
Penning down my thoughts was a passion.
It was a vent to my self-expression,
She was learning a nursery rhyme,
Life may be harsh but God is very kind…
With my pen, a part of me was left behind!
Now holding her hand, I retrace my journey, backward,
With her beside me, my broken pieces, I gather,
with memories, I glue them together!
I regain, recreate “the parts of me” I had left Behind!
In my daughter, the lost me I find, God is very kind! God is very kind !!!
Musing… Reflecting
If life is a mirror, the reflections I see.
In whatever you do, how do I see me?
If life is a prism, the rainbow I see.
There are seven colours, which one is me?
If time is eternal, an endless infinity…
Our souls must have met in an other reality!
(#musing @thehealinghub_ )
We would not wait for genie,
We would pluck out endless wishes, instead of waiting for three. (Anonymous)
If pain were a stranger, as I would like it to be…
How come it follows, and grabs me like it knows me.. ( Sushant)
Wishing Joyful and Enlightening 2019
Wishing for Joy in New Year…
Joy is a source of alignment of our heart, mind, souls and spirit. It is a natural incense that spreads fragrance. It’s God’s reflection in his creation and in us. Joy can ignite the fire of transformation and creativity. May the joy in our hearts ever increase. May it take us to a deeper level of soul consciousness.
Wishing all a
Joyful and Enlightning 2019!
♥
Monika Kathuria
Through 2018
Quoting my favorite lines of Robert Frost : “The woods are lovely dark and deep but I have promises to keep and miles to go before I sleep…and miles to go before I sleep !”
Who am I ?
I still believe I am getting closer. Closer to rediscovering myself on the road I got lost. I find myself travelling back and forth in time. The Déjà vu is overwhelming. This is how it started…
Once as I sat trying to write and let my creative juices flow. Suddenly my thoughts got loose. They appeared and danced around me in the air, fluttering, like colourful butterflies. Their pretty wings flapped, soundlessly, yet they created a breeze. The whole room was filled with fragrance of flowers. It smelled so sweet that, I felt nauseated. It was surreal! The butterflies vanished just as they came. I stood amazed- watching myself sitting alone at my desk!
I sighed and within no time came charging horses, elephant and the knights. The room turned into a battlefield. There was smell of dust in the air and I felt suffocated. I gasped for breath! Unable to decide, if I was on the Black or the White side. The game of chess suddenly disappeared. It left me sweating and I stared into nowhere.
Then suddenly came words, letters and alphabets. They just kept pouring; echoing in my ears. There were metaphors everywhere. The “pun of words” created the “fun” of words! I skipped a heartbeat and started drowning in this sea. The words were deep. Too deep for me to surface, so, I decided to let them overpower me. And as I sank even deeper, suddenly- I re-discovered the lost me!









