The Monkey Mind

The Monkey Mind Behind every successful " The Monkey Mind " man, there exists a stalwart woman; she may be his doting mother or his dearest wife or the supportive girlfriend, or any female or a team of females related to him by blood or by marriage or friendship, who wiser beyond her/their years looks after him as long as he could remember. Perhaps it is vice versa for some, but it is another story not for the author to tell. Well, "The Monkey Mind" is mentioned in the middle path i.e. Buddhism, "Such is the state of monkey mind defined by restlessness, confusion, and indecisiveness" The focus of such state of mind is on the uncontrollable aspect of the living, which is further elaborated with the quote; "no man with The Monkey Mind is controllable until he is married off or is in a sincere relationship". Then the creature is tamed, for better or for worse. After marriage or when engaged in a sincere relationship that ties the everlasting knot, &

  Intro One of my respected instructors informed me of an attitude in which normal everyday events may be perceived as quests. Be it simply an ordinary occasion or a thrilling one, through perceiving it as a quest, we see the world we constantly traverse through, for at the least once, differently, recognize its salient functions and be self-inspired to place plans into action. for example; waking up early, finish off the to-do lists, ta-da! a stealthy kiss good-bye to an irritated partner prior to hurrying to work, etc., etc. Quest; simply means the search for something which is meaningful, but quite tough for the present 'me' or 'us' to achieve. Yet this limitation only exists in our mind. With discipline, followed by consistent willpower, and herculean effort, that supposed difficulty can be chipped away if not in an hour or days or even weeks, then years if it is necessary to do so. "Improvise, Adapt and Overcome" With this in the mind, we put efforts into

                                                                                                                         Descartes: "I think so I am."                                                                                                           Humanity: "I felt, so I was." "The end is near",  whispers warning, threatening, pleading; they seep in, covert, from an unknown corner of the mind, the domain of the forgotten memories. They reach towards the center of my being, where my conscious resides, identifying me. Me, once a boy with heads above the clouds, who walked this earth unmoved by the rationality of the material. Me, always one with the tumultuous flow of emotions enveloped within the embrace of every single moment; by the rising tide of excitement and the falling calm to the ordinary, but no more, no more I was, now I am.  I am the by-product of the same malleable substance that everyone once was, a child full of questions, the curiou

Introduction The crystallization of human civilization is the cities scattered around the globe. For any nation be it western-eastern, rich-poor, developed-developing-underdeveloped, cities are the center of economic development, socio-cultural bubble, historical precedence, political power, a technological leap, and much more; the physical manifestation of human creativity and will-power shaped after decades, centuries, or even millennium. The rise and fall of these cities is irreversibly entwined with the prosperity and hardship of its inhabitants and more importantly with the collective legacy of those people who live their life, follow their vocation, enjoy the prosperity and endure the hardships with the city they call home as or identify themselves with Energy  Massive energy is a must to power and run cities. With absolute certainty, during the night-time, any observer from space can witness thousands and thousands of scattered lights on earth. Man has harnessed the sublime powe

(PC: The Dews Mist 2018, Catherine Hyde) Winter. True winter is here. Each day shorter and every night longer than the last, painstakingly longer. A while ago, the air which was, as gentle as a lady's smile and as warm as mother's embrace, is no more. In minutes it has dropped to such low, its glancing caress leaves one, shuddering, with a profound sensation of imprinted memory; bone-chilling like needles stabbing through skin reaching to the very depth of the bones, stabbing and stabbing, without mercy. Cold i.e. colder, with heaviness such, not pre-existing, the fragile human body shivers trying to conserve as much warmth as possible, enduring that chilling sensation, yet, barely. The ears ring continuously inside, with a throb, then another, reminding with each of its beat, the cruel reality wherein living needs to struggle, perhaps selfishly, just to survive, day by day, moment by moment, always. Under the mercy of intermittent gusts, the canines growl in one corner and the

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                            (PC: Devian Art) A city unlike any other, vibrant with thousands of visitors, the air fragrant with the smell of their perfumes from all around the world. Each street I could identify with familiarity from just the faint aroma of its uniqueness, be it coffee, pastries, or any delicacies as I pass by Building from the late renaissance, carved with such visualization, as if they arise from their slumber as the first ray of the sun gently graces on the surface Streets still paved with the same rough texture as when horse cantered once with the jubilance of youth Drizzle now and then as the May flowers come alive with soft velvetiness feeling of drizzle in the morn Ah! those bright days... A cit

Introduction As we drift away in the embrace of sleep, our consciousness retreats, the body rests and the mind relaxes to find solace in the warm embrace of dreams. As each breath recedes deeper than the previous, the feeling of freedom gently unravels, as if the dawn makes way to the first ray of sun, bringing light and warmth to the dark-cold earth, waking up all the living of the day... finally ...  Deeper and deeper, letting go of worries and uncertainties of the harsh reality, no more is the commuter constrained or restricted, dreams give way to imagination whereby we pass through the darkest black hole to the brightest star, galaxy after galaxy, universe after universe, the mysteries lay bare to the mind that perceives beyond the awareness of the five senses. We see the reality with the eyes of a child, hear with the ears of a newborn, feel with the hands of dreamers embracing each fascinating sensation, without critical mind, just being true with self, one with every moment. We