Step Into My Shoes..

Stand in my stead  And Thou shalt see  Life,  As it is for me.  Thou shalt, fear what I fear  Love, what I love  And,  Live through the quandaries  That I have lived,  Know the pains  That I have endured;  Find what drives me forward  And what inhibits me,  What makes my heart  Flutter  And what agonizes it.  Stand in my stead  And Thou shalt see  The person,  Deep inside of me.

I have always wanted adventure in my life. And travelling has been one of the many things I wanted to do. Not so long ago, I went for white water rafting in Bhote Koshi with my colleagues. We had wanted to go for bungee in the first place but not so many people seemed to be enthusiastic about it. Many of us thought it was a decision no one could make at the spur of a moment. I was among that group. Although I would have loved to take that leap, I was going to have to see it happening right in front of my eyes before deciding if I could do it. But the booking had to be made before the trip so, everyone settled for rafting. We left Kathmandu early in the morning and got there early enough to witness the bungee and another adrenaline- pumping sports called 'swing'. Bungee looked fun but swing looked more like a nightmare. In no time, we were ready to do 'our' thing. We got our rafts into the water after getting a detailed safety instruction. It was my second t...

If you were to choose between being a hero and being a villain, what would you do? Apart from some exceptions, I’d say, most of us would choose to be heroes. Only, it isn’t always that we get to play hero. And, thankfully, it isn’t only those two centre roles that are open to us. The movie always has a lot of characters in it. Our lives are a lot like movies,…of course, movies are inspired by real lives in some way or the other, and we are the heroes of the stories of our own lives. There was once this movie, which made me think about this matter and think really hard. In this movie, there’s a hero (as we like to call them) and his best friend. They are great warriors. And there’s our heroine. Both the guys are in love with this girl and naturally our heroine is in love with the hero. The best friend tells his buddy, our hero, about his love and the hero keeps mum about his own love. Heroes always sacrifice, you see. As the story develops, there’s war, and the antagonists...

Anything you write after I am is simply a concept. So choose what comes after it carefully . I am successful. I am fulfilled. I am an astronaut. I am amazing. I am late. I am in trouble. I am enlightened. I am yours. Etc.  Anything after I am will only give you power if you worship it. For example, fulfillment doesn’t exist outside the body. You are who decides if you are fulfilled or not. Saying I am fulfilled is a start, but it is the practice and devotion to that affirmation that amplifies it.   For weeks this spring I was devoted to I am sad. I am wrong. I am incomplete. I am not fully expressed. And while none of those things are true unless I believe them to be, my resistance to being love only brought more pain and lethargy.  Finally, with a little help from my friends, classical music, cleansing, exercise, acceptance, and lots of prayer, that which shifts all thoughts back to love, I can finally say I’m on a much clearer path to health and happiness.  ...

We live long lives. This may not seem to be true to us who think we have so less time and so much to do. We feel as if time passes us by so swiftly. When we look back, so many things seem to have happened and that too so fast, and we seem to have reached so far from where we had started, if there is such a point of beginning to begin with. Those who know how to, live their lives one moment at a time. But we're never given a manual about how to live our lives, how to deal with the problems we face every day, how to differentiate what's good for us from what's bad for us. There are days when it feels like time is just slugging by. A second feels like a minute, a minute feels like an hour and it feels like a miracle when an hour passes. But still, miraculously we live our lives without even realizing what we've done and how we did it. It has nearly been a year since I joined SB, and yet it feels like it was just yesterday since I walked in that door nervous...

I carry these big bags they call tote. And more often than not, they get filled with stuffs both necessary and unnecessary. It happens so that whenever I'm packing before going out (and it's almost like I'm going out for at least a couple of days), I go through an episode of uncertainty, always being unsure about whether what I'm carrying is useful or whether I am missing anything out. This is the reason why I have to rush back home at least once, once I leave the house, and that pisses my Mom off more than anything(not as if she doesn't forget her glasses, like, almost every time). I have to carry the basic stuffs like my wallet, earphone, a lip balm, a wad of tissues, a rubber band, a hair pin or two, umbrella, a flashy raincoat (which is totally unnecessary with that umbrella but I kind of like it and the umbrella is mostly for when it's scorching hot) and a bottle of moisturizer, given my dry skin. I also carry a bunch of key chains (my lovely collection...