Every time I feel this way, I shove my write-up aside, as far away from me as possible, even if the guilt chews me from inside. No matter how hard I try, I don’t seem to come up with anything at all. I went through this feeling about a couple of thousand times before I understood something very important about writing and writer’s block.
The child in me always believed that somewhere somehow all the living entities in this universe are assisting each other to find their true purpose. This invisible inter-relation of entities is beyond past, present, and future.
This world has two types of people, one who rule it and the one who serves. It’s not necessary that the one who rules are CEOs, and the one who serves are employees, but the difference lies in the way they see life. The trap lies in never-ending desire, goal, and ambition. These are the things that are responsible for unhappiness among most of us.
I think of ways to pacify this discomfort in my head. A new movie? Some new skills, perhaps. A spot of dancing would help me. But then again, this feeling will come back. I know it. I know it because all the teachings of the spiritual masters that I have followed, come back to me. I read it before, but now I begin to truly understand. The cage I am in, is my mind.
One often wonders what happens after we die: do we really walk into the afterlife? The answer of whether our journey ends at our funeral or whether we begin a new journey the day after our funeral is an endless one. Nikhil Kushwaha presents us with a vision of the afterlife in his book “The Day After My Funeral”. He neither intends to question any religious beliefs nor desires to preach. He simply wants to bring awareness to readers of the ticking clock – so that we live our life to the fullest, enjoy every moment and die in peace without any regrets.
Tosca Lee’s attempt in extracting the hidden events and feelings from within the first few chapters of the Book of Genesis is a brilliant depiction of how our mind manages to convince us to blame someone for all that happens – whether that someone be you or anyone else. She tries to fill the gaps and find the answers for the questions that come into being about the story of the first man and woman according to The Bible, and in the process brings about the birth of a beautiful read, Havah: The Story of Eve.
Motherhood awakens the creative spark and is powerful enough to light all of humankind. It grants one the divine pleasure of procreation. But it doesn’t necessarily have to be a baby. One can be the mother of an idea, a scientific invention, a novel, a design, music, a painting, an art form—anything. And the euphoria of the creation would be same. For human beings always have this burning desire to create—whatever it may be and however small or grand.
With her very colourful and engaging characters, Sanatani manages to create strong imagery in our heads which readers can relate to their own lives on earth. What is amazing about the narrative style is the human-like conversations between different Celestial Beings that makes it easy for the readers to quickly grasp the storyline.
One day, I decided I would do an extreme sport and signed up for a 10-day Vipassana course. For those of you who don’t know: a 10-day Vipassana course requires you to meditate for ten hours a day, in complete silence. During those ten days, you have no contact with the outside world. As the starting date of the course drew near, I found myself more and more anxious.
The first and second semesters are one of the most crucial periods in a college student’s life. This is the time when they are most likely to start having anxiety issues. Everything looks like a blurry and fast moving motion picture that they weren’t prepared to watch just yet. Nevertheless, anxiety issues may or may not surface in their first year of college.