I have had the privilege of a good education, and the privilege to give it back as a faculty of I.T, and Computer Science for little less than three years. And today, I choose to be a student; a forever apprentice.

I’ve mentioned it before out on here, that everyone we meet (whether for the first time or otherwise) has something to teach us. And, everywhere we go, there’s a lesson in waiting for us. Every time we experience anything, we learn. No matter our differences, status quo or circumstances. …

This is a more self-reflective post than anything else. Yes, it’s a long form. A selfish experiment of thought, and self-provocation. Do read it, but with a pinch of salt. It can also be considered as an excuse to not write something more worth your while, and readable. Or an excuse to write something on the lines of Whose Line Is It Anyway? The show’s premise stands tall here — Everything is made up, and the points don’t matter.

Recently, I was asked by a close relative to sell some ‘evil eye’ pendants, on my online shop. I agreed, wanting to add to the bare inventory of the shop. And, at the same time this evil eye generated some curiosity, and made me wonder about superstitions in general. Which led me down the path of reading up, and wanting to know more about superstitions, and what/how I thought of them. Here’s what came out of that odd curiosity.

Almost everyone has a set of rituals, behaviours or beliefs that they follow or do/act out, to feel more in control…

It’s easy to form opinions, adopt prejudices. It’s easy to like someone or something, and easier not to like someone or something. It’s easy to say goodbyes, to stop listening, to stop caring, and carry on than to wait, listen, understand, and try to relate.

I took a small trip this month, to Auroville to witness, and maybe take part in the Tango festival here. Like the last visit here, this time I learned somethings about me, and have this incredible want to change some other stuff, about me.

Last year, when here, I was quick to form opinions, judge…

I started writing on medium again, this year. Writing here on medium again, brought some memories back; it also made me realise why I write still. This, after a year full of goodbyes. Last year, I asked for a divorce. Post which, one my more loveable posts, was mistaken by the ex, as a gesture of slight. That led me to remove all posts (save one), from medium; removed them in the event that if any of the rest be misinterpreted, it would lead to fights that I cared not much for.

Sometime later that year, I Yelled ‘fuck you’…

I walk down the streets, and none look up from their magic mirrors. It’s like everyone is Snow White now — with duck faces.

And when they do look up, and I smile at them — I don’t even recieve a nod. I get stared at, with raising eyebrows; sometimes I get questioned over it too, as if I’ve commited a grave crime — maybe I‘ve, of intruding on their chats with the mirror(s) or maybe they’re just thinking that I am odd or whatever.

I can not blame them, or judge any of them. They, to me, come across…

Curation all the things that generate curiosity & wonder. (Photo Credit: http://www.oddcuriosity.com)

Good things come in small packages.

That cliché is one the most used quotes, regardless of the size of the people using it; probably from the time of its inception. I am using it here too, to put an emphasis on my concept of how the two words — “wonder” & “ curiosity”, which represent this new publication, and in more ways than one, represent a new small online shop, are related to the good(s)[pun intended] in the things contained within them.

The dictionary describes “wonder”, in all its noun based glory, as:

1. something strange and surprising; a cause…

Well, of course… stay still. 

Neither you, nor I are responsible for the wind.

Stand, in the sunshine. Be still.

Let it all come to you.

Look at the Stars and the Moon.

Listen to the Music.

Feel the warmth that flows around you.

Wash yourself in the rivers down below, wash away, all you have ever known.

Empty your cups, for they never will be able to hold your heart’s beat.

Find the freedom to love, the Glory to cherish.

Stay lost.

Have no direction.

Dance to the Music.

Use your impulse. Jump at the opportunity to become.

Stand, in the moonshine. Be Still.

Let it all come to you.

Let it all befall you.


Creator, Observer & a Caveman.

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