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BANDIBAAJI........, New Delhi (2026)

08/06/2018

“A woman is like a tea bag; you never know how strong it is until it's in hot water.”
― Eleanor Roosevelt

08/06/2018

“Here's to the crazy ones. The misfits. The rebels. The troublemakers. The round pegs in the square holes. The ones who see things differently. They're not fond of rules. And they have no respect for the status quo. You can quote them, disagree with them, glorify or vilify them. About the only thing you can't do is ignore them. Because they change things. They push the human race forward. And while some may see them as the crazy ones, we see genius. Because the people who are crazy enough to think they can change the world, are the ones who do.”
― Rob Siltanen

19/04/2017

Some people underestimate spirituality or see it as a trend, but as Pierre Teilhard de Chardin said: “We are not human beings having a spiritual experience. We are spiritual beings having a human experience.”

Rumi explored that truth in his poems. We don’t just live in the spiritual realm, but we are the spiritual realm. To see beyond our physical bodies and realize our true essence has been our purpose since the beginning of time. Rumi wrote about it eight centuries before the extensive spread of spirituality.

Additionally, Rumi establishes a firm reality: black and white are man-made. We are familiar with the beautiful and the ugly, the good and the bad, the true and the false. However, below the surface of black and white, there is a gray space we fail to see—a space void of conflicts.

We tend to judge the situations that occur in our life. We label the things we don’t like as “bad” and call the ones we like “good.” Our dualistic mind sections off emotions, thoughts, and events—and we automatically follow it. This mental division is often the main reason behind our inner and outer conflicts.

I suffered a lot in the past for failing to let go of labels. Rumi writes that beyond these labels, these distinctions, lies a serene place—this is where we should all meet each other.

In this field, which is void of labels and judgments, there is absolute connectedness. As he puts it, even the phrase “each other” won’t make any sense anymore when we realize our oneness with everything and everyone else. In our own minds, we think we are separate from others, from animals, from nature. The truth is, we all stem from one source of energy.

But we can never truly realize this oneness without letting go of judgments first. Seeing every living being as part of us is a step toward gaining a higher realization that doesn’t know opposition.

I love, and connect with, this poem because of how Rumi weaves these ideas together. We must first let go of judgments before we can enter the spiritual realm and realize our “oneness.”

Thanks to Rumi, whenever I find myself quick to judge or label, I take a moment, create space in my thoughts and remember to head to that field. That is where I become one with everything and everyone.

Because when I see the world as separate, I only limit my own potential.

19/04/2017

“Out beyond ideas of wrongdoing and rightdoing,
there is a field. I’ll meet you there.
When the soul lies down in that grass,
the world is too full to talk about.
Ideas, language, even the phrase “each other”
doesn’t make any sense.
The breeze at dawn has secrets to tell you.
Don’t go back to sleep.
You must ask for what you really want.
Don’t go back to sleep.
People are going back and forth across the doorsill
where the two worlds touch.
The door is round and open.
Don’t go back to sleep.”

03/10/2016

When setting out on a journey, do not seek advice from those who have never left home.
~ Rumi

17/06/2016

There’s something about roads.
And buildings. And monuments.
There’s something about loads,
That considers them burdens.

There’s always this longing for different latitudes.
Always a craving to step on higher altitudes.
‘Cause no matter how few of them understood
One cannot live without times of solitude.

These times we get to appreciate the grasses,
How green they are on where we stand;
The wind’s the tune to which everything dances,
From all small creations to all that is grand.

Alone I can feel the ground on my feet,
The friction that allows me to leave and arrive.
The waves of people that I pass by and meet
Reminds me of the vastness of all things alive.

But things are entirely different, you see,
When wandering’s done together with somebody
You won’t pay attention to every little detail
For that moment with them is what gives you most gail.

No matter how near, or no matter how far,
When these pairs of feet get to walk together,
Whatever the distance, wherever they are,
These feet are home, the circumstances whatever.

At museums we might go and stare
And argue about that painting’s substance;
At historical places where things are fair,
Those majestic stone wall approves of our bond.

Enjoying the view as the sun starts to droop
With that classic orange hue starting to stoop
With the passing hours of all passing dates
You gasp and thank Heavens for the wonder it creates.

Sometimes the train can’t accomodate all
And so we meet up to the next station.
We then bring stories ‘bout that solitude we call
That we’re sure to share on our next conversations.

And no matter how long the distances spent,
These roads will behold our stories.
Because places are backdrops of moments,
And journeys are playbacks of memories.

01/04/2016

Asked my dad for the best joke he ever made.

He showed me my birth certificate.

27/02/2016

and that's how we roll, maukaaa maukaaaaaa maukaaa maukaa.

16/12/2015

Top comment of the day: "Who the f**k believes this story???
On the morning of 9/11, 19 men armed with box-cutters led by a man on dialysis in a cave half way around the world using a satellite phone and a laptop directed the most sophisticated pe*******on of the most guarded air space in the world. Overpowering the passengers and the combat trained pilots of 4 commercial aircrafts before flying them wildly of course for over an hour without them being molested by a single fighter interceptor.
These 19 terrorist, devoted Muslims, who liked drinking and snorting co***ne managed to knock down 3 buildings with two planes in NY, and in Washington a pilot who wasn't able to handle a single engine Cessna was able to fly a 757 in an 8000 ft descent hitting the Pentagon in the very same office where DOD staff was working on the mystery of the 2.3 trillion taxpayer dollars the defense secretary Donald Rumsfeld had announced missing the day before.
Luckily the news anchors knew who did it within minutes, and the administration knew within hours. The evidence literally fell from the sky.They didn't bother to look who funded the attack because that question was "of little practical significance" The DIA, FCS and the CIA destroyed all their records on the case, as part of "standard record keeping".
Osama kept running for 10 years, finally he was found unarmed and not resisting, the only man who could tell what really happened, and they shot him....Then they dropped his body into the ocean, "in accordance to Islamic traditions", first of it's kind in 1400 years, then a couple dozen of the seal team that were involved in the operation died in a helicopter crash in Afghanistan a few months later.
This is the story of 9/11. If you have any questions about it, you are a batsh*t paranoid tinfoil, dog-abusing, baby hater. If you love your country and or freedom, rock and roll, puppy dogs and apple pie you will never, ever express doubts about this story, to anyone, ever."

15/12/2015

I remember the first time you tried to love me;
You, in your Audrey Hepburn dress,
Who I told you I found quite attractive.
We ate Italian, because, like me, you like Italian.
You fed me an analysis of symbolism of Murakami
That I thought I read off of Google.
And you wore red lipstick because that’s
What classy women who fall in love wear.
Your eyes were a clouded amber,
And your hair dyed jet black, like my ex.
You want to travel to Barcelona, Spain,
Where my public Facebook pictures show I was.
And this planet’s too big, and this town too small
Not to have wanderlust, you say.
Your favorite season’s winter.
Because you love winter landscapes,
Like the snowflake wallpaper on my phone.
I call you everyday.

I remember the second time you tried to love me;
You, in your blue dress,
Which I told you was my favorite color.
(It’s yours too.)
You talked about the latest in deep space explorations
A week after I shared my moon photographs.
And isn’t NASA fascinating?
You told me about a movie you saw,
By my favorite director.
You dreamed of traveling the Nile and seeing Egyptian pyramids.
And you loved the smell of coffee,
Which I smelled like on our first date.
Your blonde roots are showing.
I didn’t call you back.

I remember the first time you loved me;
You wore purple because that’s your favorite color.
And we got breakfast because you love breakfast foods,
Not Italian.
You drank water; coffee makes you sick.
You pointed to some lilies because you love that flower.
And you told me you didn’t think Gatsby really loved Daisy
Because she was a reflection of all the things he wanted;
He was just pretending to be something
To impress her, you say.
And this wasn’t something I found off of Google.
And you mentioned how you never wanted to travel,
Except by boat,
Because airplanes are terrifying.
You hated dresses and how thick makeup feels on your face.
And NASA is interesting, but you’d rather explore the earth.
You were living with me then.

I remember the last time I loved you;
I tried finding cruise ships so we could travel
To Germany because you don’t really care for Spain or Egypt.
And I researched German alcohols because that’s what you liked.
And I wore red because you liked how it brought my eyes to life.
I talked about how fascinating ocean life is
Because you majored in Marine Biology, not Film,
Like you told me on our first date.
Murakami has dust; I read Thoreau.
Your eyes are cerulean,
Completely unlike the dark amber of the coffee I don’t drink.
And you’re gone.
Just like the man who liked Murakami and Italian food.
But I’d sell moonshine for you, sure.

—
Submitted to ArtParasites by Jessica Monet

15/12/2015

Don’t be jealous, be inspired! If someone else has something you want, it just means whatever you want is possible!
— Holly Madis

04/10/2015

"The Hindu religion is the only one of the world's great faiths
dedicated to the idea that the Cosmos itself undergoes an immense, indeed an infinite number of deaths and rebirths.
It is the only religion in which the time scales correspond to those of modern scientific cosmology."
- Carl Sagan (1934-1996), astronomer, cosmologist, astrophysicist
One of the 20th century's most important science popularizers. He spent most of his career as Professor of Astronomy at Cornell University. In 1978 he won the Pulitzer Prize for General Non-Fiction. One of his lasting legacies is his ground-breaking work in setting up NASA's well-known SETI facility.

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