Back in Familiar Territory and Some Reflections…

That was a 14 hour performance at work, a feat repeated after a very long time. Personally I am pleased in managing an important milestone in the current project I am working on, but some lack of commitment and sincerity around, make some of the early ones standing out…

Reflecting way back into life, the mind wanders…. 

Let me tell you something, my blogs are extempore, and written on the go… but somehow I know the last para, as is the case now… so the start is just a preparation for that finale… which is the current state of my mind…

So it begins with love. The first signs remembered include cousins… Living in village and rather affluent environment make cousins in similar background as companions than local friends. Being a stud and the dark horse had its merits… soon I could see rivalry among them for my attention… Yes I agree, I played on giving each one the impression that she was the one.. Now you know the origin of that innocent cunningness…

There’s a code and some requirement for discipline… so any thoughts violating the code  got suppressed… But then you can’t supress such things of high intensity… that take you to something which you visualize in cousins.. that’s after a few years the changes they would get into… 

Like when you go for shopping, you get influenced by the mannequin wearing your dream cloth. That’s it, you find a maid in the house, fitting the visuals… and you find a willing accomplice, getting the pleasure in igniting fire in a harmless boy..

One major adventure and passionate experience I missed was the crush on the teacher. Those who saw the movie ‘premam’ will agree with me that the best one was the student – teacher one… I didn’t have the luxury of a cute teacher..

Stud moved around, even got kidnapped by village bombs. And enjoyed the attention and the thrills. But the key ingredient was missing- love…

Senior school/ college didn’t help. Fault was entirely mine. Wanted to be with the best of the best… then if got aligned, would miss a dozen. Not that there was no excitement. But the true love was not there, good or bad… don’t know yet…

Like in all traditional families, marriage is arranged. The love of course is there, it’s a call of duty…

Lovers look upto Venus the Godess of love… But I am different… I kept looking…. though without much hope… I knew the only Godess who’s more desirable than Venus is Aphrodite… I mean for me…

Then imagine my state when suddenly the Godess appears!!! I knew…

I asked the Godess to adopt me… She didn’t refuse, instead gave me some instructions. So I went searching and picked up a piece of her Rock in Cyprus… Godess selected the corresponding one… I followed the instructions and rituals… Climbed the designed level… and found what I have been searching for…

Words of the Godess became the reference manual…and that made me a better person… I saw reason in many things….happiness became a major objective… learned that it’s okay to be selfish to be happy…Godess became role model and coach for a foray into physical fitness and desired shape…

Godess did what she is best at…Introduced pure Love, and allowed the most superior of all to happen…and became the predominant word in communication with Godess..Learned that love alone is dangerous and should be tempered with compassion…

Somethings else also got revealed… I have been totally overshadowed… rather I started enjoying being the subordinate… that’s worship then… And it is…

Became a child in front of the Godess. Always looked forward to the divine presence… chants and rituals are concentrated…

And in this men to boyz state…. will always look for attention and response..

Childhood is back…

Back in Familiar Territory and Some Reflections…

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