Oh to be alive

Myriad experiences, nuanced and glaring, soothing and jarring, sprinkle our lives the moment we are born. In fact, some theories have proven that even before we set foot, actually head into this world, (as not too many cases are breach births, hence pun intended), we are sequestered by layered experiences; each of which bring along their fair set of added, minuscule particle sized, sub-experiences, as I choose to call them. These, once out in the open then start working their magic or sinking their poisonous darts into the hosts, as the case maybe and slowly, but very surely, people start building on these blocks of experiences and start perceiving the world around as good, bad or ugly and apply perhaps the same contextual, see-through glasses to perceive themselves. The results can be alarming, annoying and/or assuaging. Depending on the degree to which the mixture of life pouring through the sieve that one puts it through or sometimes prism that one shines it through: the con...

One needn't be a physicist or a psychiatrist to figure out that something is severely wrong in the world around us and within us. And it doesn't seem to be getting any better. The obvious reaction to a thought of this kind is understandably, a knee jerk, cynical reaction that every preceding and every succeeding generation would have and would arguably justify, as being a natural growth curve; So why the brouhaha or hullaballoo, one would say? The reasons are crystal clear and while connecting the dots, one discovers that the missing link lies in a four letter word that is not taboo, but has surprisingly been long forgotten; a four letter word that our ancestors lived with every single day and experienced consciously every moment, making them resilient and/or tensile as was the requirement of the hour. Other four letter words that are obviously over rated and bandied about like a good luck chant or charm are the ubiquitous ‘F’ word, and the Love word: both seem to slide int...