Scooby and Spirit.

Harini: Hey Scooby! How was your day?

Scooby: Pretty good! Just finished my pedigree, shall we go for a walk Harini?

Harini: Not now dear I am exhausted, let’s watch House.

Scooby: You can watch your dumb TV later; let’s get some fresh air in the twilight. You know I like this time better, rather than dark.

Harini: Why, are you afraid of the dark?



Scooby: Not really. But I see spirits then, they sometimes make me eerie.

Harini: Oh Jesus! (My hair stood up). Do you see ghosts around?

Scooby: No, No , Not ghosts, but cloudy spirits floating. They are rather harmless.

Harini: Are they around all the time? Do they kill people? How do they look like?

Scooby: Easy Harini! They just float along, minding their own business, but some of them prattle, which annoy me. Most of them are totally cool; these spirits are the ones carrying ideas around the world and connecting people with similar thoughts.

Harini: Are there thousands of them around then?

Scooby: Yeah, but very few fluffy and light ones, most of them are dark which are either too grumpy or prattling. They tell me there were lots of fluffy and light ones, but not many left these days. Many of them were dudded*, when pollution starts accumulating on their frames, they become heavy and finally drop on soil. Dudding is the scariest that that can happen to these spirits.

Harini: Oh I see! Can I see them as well?

Scooby: I don’t think so. You see, you got to have my kind of eyes. And it is better for you not see or hear them. They growl about your fancy factories, cool cars, magic mills and all the fascinating things you humans are proud of. They can’t actually be your friends.

To myself: Good god, now we are dudding spirits.

* Dudd = Dead + Mud ;).
** image courtesy joanohmcgregor.com.

My Little Light

Light burning on blue candle is like fire on clear blue water,
smelling like a wild blue flower. The light is constantly looking
upwards, sometimes swaying with the mild wind blow, but never the less
standing on its feet.

I wonder doesn’t it get tired of its erect posture? May be no, may be
it enjoys blissful unison with wick and wax.

This elegant candle is left, to lonely burn in the middle of the dark room.
I feel it is looking at me with sad eyes, pleading me to sit beside
and give it warmth. It is a bold fire burning for survival, rising
from its own tears looking around for a pal.

Selfishly Kind

Act of giving, being kind and self sacrifice are considered one of the highest virtues of human kind. All our childhood is filled with moral stories of giving gifts. Wish the morals had stopped there, but they take it a step further and claim that self sacrifice is the zenith we can reach.

These values become a part of our growing up, even today Internet is full of pushy self sacrifice blogs, books that teach you to ‘unlock’ inner kindness. This has gone to such an extent that mere thought of not giving is considered monstrous.

Helping others might be important, I don’t know. But most important for me is, giving to me and myself. Hold on! Read, before you brand me as a selfish and mean creature.

I essentially feel kindness is an act of selfishness, people show kindness towards others to feel good, it boosts their ego. They feel happy to be standing on the giving end. There is nothing wrong with these feelings, as long as we understand them that way. But pompous sentences like ‘giving back to society’ is what annoys me. They drive a felling that by merely donating $100 you are saving the whole earth and the World is at your feet begging for a change.

If the definition of kindness is an act to help others in reaching their needs, then my first priority is being kind to myself. I would kindly nurture positive thoughts in me, be kind to my body and take care of my health, be kind to mind and make it much stronger and better.

If I want to learn something, I would read, experience, think and most important feel it. I would discuss it and teach others only if I feel it would make my understanding better. If I hate someone, I would not hit him on head, not because I want to be kind to him NO, but because it would disturb my mind and make me unhappy ( I want no legal troubles as well).

Same holds good for the family and friends, I spend time with them, give them things they need not out of kindness but because it would make me feel happy and content.

My Family is an extension of me, so its technically not giving them but giving myself. Even the World I live in is an extension of me, it is never giving others, its being kind to ourselves.

Falling Waters

Yesterday I visited Niagara Falls. As everyone claims they are one of the best in the world, I am not challenging that fact. But they stirred an emotion in me, I didn’t know existed. More than the falling water, I enjoyed flowing water.

This visit reminded me of how beautifully water can flow. It raised up and down along the path and gushed all its way with a force that made heavens stand still. The dances of the stream made stones look mortifyingly dead

Everything around seem to sing with unison, the water, mountains, rocks and even the people, striking there own cords but singing in symphony.

May be this is life, may be falling and raising, but still flowing with the flow is what makes life beautiful.

Name - Its a start

Wanted to start a blog since 1 year, but didn’t know what to name it, so was stuck for the whole year. Ok ok I know I had been procrastinating, I didn’t want to look stupid to the whole world. But as Forest Gump says ‘A stupid is as stupid does’, so let me see what I can do.

For the starters what do I name my Blog, hmmmm ‘my thought’s nahh pretty obvious, ‘deep thought’, hmm deep thinking is boring. At an impulse I decided I’ll name my blog as ‘Swa manyu ‘ it stands for my mind, my thoughts and my passion.