I feel weightless. “The Practice”, Thích Nhất Hạnh calls it. Yesterday when I was playing ball with the kids an unfamiliar dog appeared. He was a dirty brown, matted fur. He walked with a limp, there was saliva dripping from his mouth, his eyes were red, he seemed to be teetering on the threshold ofContinue reading “Little Dog”
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Arjun
I woke up one morning, not too many mornings ago, feeling bleak and unnecessary. Like so many mornings since my son, Light, had died, I have felt almost like an extension of the bed, a huge effort required to separate myself from it. I went and lay down with Marla, on her bed, which isContinue reading “Arjun”
Sigh
Since the last couple of weeks I’ve been trying to meditate 2-3 times a day. Every 4 to 5 hours I am saturated with myself, my ideas, convictions, insecurities, and all that luggage, and with that of the people around me, 10-30 minutes of formal meditation refreshes me and everything is brighter and more colourfulContinue reading “Sigh”
Run
We have a morning ritual. There is a lovely small park right outside my house sheltered by Neem trees. Every morning we go play, Light is a frisbee sort of guy, Marla loves running after the ball, I just love being there with them, throwing objects. It’s been roughly four and a half years ago.Continue reading “Run”
Stages
For me there are roughly three stages of learning a piece. I mean a piece of music written by someone else, not something I have composed (that is another chapter). The first stage is obviously figuring out the notes and where they belong, that is, the time. The second stage, and this is probably theContinue reading “Stages”
Teach Me
My piano teacher was fond of saying, “Oh, look at him, he thinks he’s arrived.” He was referring to another pianist of course and you must forgive him for not including the hers, he was an old man, and a Goan, and could not bother himself with being correct. For whatever I am today asContinue reading “Teach Me”
Relief
I saw two pigeons fighting this morning, or at least what appeared to be fighting, I am certain the mind of the pigeon is just as mysterious. One of them was furiously slapping at the other with its wing making loud ‘thwack’ sounds. The other was trying to block and save face but at someContinue reading “Relief”
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10 random photographs I felt like sharing
Sobriety
The path to sobriety (for it is seen as a goal rather than a state of being, at least initially) is a twisted one to say the very least. It’s like playing a game without knowing the rules, you take a step forward, several back, start again, think you’ve figured something out only to findContinue reading “Sobriety”
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