A journey.. a discovery

A Beautiful face showing thousands of emotions.
A dark skin complimented with still deeper, darker eyes and waterfalling hairs.
A heart filled with desires, with dreams and ambitions.
A mind searching peace, finding happiness in the air, everywhere.
A voice full of melody, of comfort, of understanding.
A confidence of kings with innocence of a child.
A purity of gold with shine of a diamond.

Hard to believe such beauty exists, harder still that I was lucky to come across one!
Thanks to my bestest of friends and the almightly who made it possible :)

The inconsistent me!

In this world of integrity, I find myself a complete misfit!

Integrity? In what? In your ideals! In your definitions of virtue and vice. Your definitions of rights, morality, honestly, faith, truth on one hand and wrongs, pretensions, selfishness, injustice on the other…

Integrity? In what? In your ideas! In your definitions of happiness, contentment, satisfaction, work, vision, love, joy, future, religion, relationships, money, material…

Integrity? In what? In your actions! En route your destination! In your goals, your aspirations, your dreams. In keeping up with your love, your relationships, your friendships, your identity…

I lack integrity! My frequently changing ideas and ideals are scary. Not only to my fellows, but sometimes to myself. Once 6 lakhs looked good, now 9 seems OK. Once teaching seemed heaven, now consultancy seems PERFECT. Once great cooking and long hairs were necessary, now a good understanding works FINE. Once Krishna was The lord, and then Ayn Rand, and now the Buddha seems DIVINE.

Does this speak of something? I don’t know. But yes, it defines me! It defines me as something undefined. As someone that may change each season, each day, each minute, and even due to those dangerously weak moments of inspirations and observations.

But if I am what my ideals and ideas are, then I would better not exist! Because beyond this human mind lies my consciousness, that naïve, unclear, impulse driven consciousness, which has no ideas, no ideals, no society, no self. It’s the undefined that defines me, and in its appreciation lies the essence of my existence!