AND THE SHOW GOES ON...

Like a forgotten song that sneakily whispers a tune in your ears..dragging your very being in its embrace...flashes of images, still and sometimes moving, showers down in your heart out of nowhere..a need to smell the closeness of someone to become visible to oneself...this need to write seems to lead my fingers from one alphabetic key to another..not sure who is leading whom..the alphabets or the finger tip..both seem to have come alive in their conversation and i seem to be an reluctant conduit of this drama thats unfolding in the name of thoughts...as if it will end up making some sense if one just flows with it...so unlike me my wise readers you still have a choice to disengage and go on to some other predictable pursuits.

And if you are still here that means we are in a vibrational match..the words and you..otherwise it would not be visible to you :) otherwise i would not be visible to you through my words and so interestingly enough my dear reader, there is still some vibrational tuning left before we get to physically show up in each others company :)

But seriously..can u imagine this?? u would not be able to look, smell, touch, experience ANYTHING that u r not tuned in to...hence whatever it is that one finds oneself with is nothing but one's vibrational state. 

So till you totaly own up what u want in your life..till u become that state..it will elude you..whether its love..abundance..health...success etc...these are not results..these are life states..these are a state of being..a state of existing and bring to existence!

Like a forgotten song which has a power to bring to existence a whole world bygone in time or what we considered to have passed...what if every moment, everything is practically awaiting our summons at a vibrational level..and we experience knowingly or unknowingly what we have summoned through our resonance with it.

So my reader you have summoned forth these thoughts from my fingers and keyboard just a a special message from you to you of which only you can make sense and relevance with your life.

While i just enjoy this song and dance and light it brings forth...

Weight loss and Water!

Should i come straight to the point or should i go through a foreplay of words? Creating an anticipation of what is to come? Touching and teasing points in your anticipation for a finale which makes your throat dry, stomach churn and heart skip a beat or two? It brings you menacingly closer to an unsaid dread to what you stand to loose or perhaps gain? Don’t get distracted yet, we are still on the same topic of weight loss or shall we say water?

Water was always magical for me. As a six year old wide eyed child i found it most fascinating. Magic in getting soaked under running water, splashing the sparkling droplets like a gem shower. Magic in the dew drop on the tulsi leaf mom plucked to flavor the morning chai. Magic in  the patterns the boiling hot chai vapors would make against the sunlight streaming through the window. Magic in the strictly forbidden ice cube stolen from the refrigerator chillingly freezing my tongue to numbness.

For me each had an exclusive status. Water, Vapor and Ice was never one. Till my science teacher spoiled it all by telling us all about how water changes forms from liquid to gas to ice. All because of temperature and how it would impact the various states. Below zero degree Celsius you get ice. Above hundred degree it goes gas and in between its liquid. Somehow water was never the same for me. It was all one. The magic was gone.

Reality bites and leaves the marks on your very being. Magic lost, which was no more than a faint memory, found me again unexpectedly while i was struggling with weight loss! Yes you got it right. It turns out that water is more deeply connected to weight loss than first understood. Its not just in drinking lots of it to help loose weight but understanding the states of water holds to key to decide the state of  the weight of our bodies.

As water as helped us understand that the vibrational frequency of the matter holds the key to it being gas, liquid and solid. Similarly understanding the fat in the body as a more dense and solid state of matter in me which can be transformed into other states as liquid and ether (gaseous) by the same principle of vibrational frequency! Voila!!!

And lord said let there be light :)!

If we bring to light in our mind couple of high vibrational frequency activities and identify some low vibrational frequency and denser indulgences then we can most definitely create results as per our requirements. Feeling elated a definite high frequency, feeling low and hopeless a complete low vibration. Fresh fruit and vegetables a definite lighter delight. Meat, dairy products a sure shot denser packets of energy. Running, dancing, exercising five times a week an absolute high vibrational activity. Sedentary and perpetually relaxing state requires less energy or life out of us and hence provides the same back to us. Screaming out loud in joy high frequency and whispering your current weight apologetically an obvious low. So on and so forth. Its not humanly possible to hold on to your extra fat or weight under high life vibrational frequencies just like its not possible to have ice over hundred degree Celsius!

Almost like a special effect from a sci-fi sculpt the state of matter in your body and life to a high frequency state where you feel more alive. Let go of the dense solid fat you wish to transform to  its gaseous free, light and expansive state like the dancing molecules of vapour escaping into the ether. 

Let the magic unfold. The Alchemy begin!

*Disclaimer-its a purely conceptual thought and has no scientific research or backing. if you find any material to support the same...yay!! that'll be a bonus :)!

Aaah VICTORY!!!

(Wrote this long back but it still holds true...its not raining..but the traffic..the anticipation of victory ..an excuse to leap up and dance...still teasing the controlled 'professional' facade!! read on my heroes..)

It's raining. White streaks of water etching out the grays. The gray bridge, traffic, sky with occasional red, gold and green. Huge hoardings almost an eyesore instills some life in the stillness of the cars desperate to stretch their limbs. Wipers seem to be showing off their easy sways clearing away the thick droplets from the windscreen.
After few crawling kilometers in my taxi, a loud crowd jolts me out of my morning slumber. What's going on? Is it a riot? But to my relief the crowd was joyous. I go back to my sleep. Somehow the serpentine row of enthusiastic rain-soaked people doesn't seem to end. Must be a minister visiting. Don't these people have threatening bosses to report to? Lie detector swipe machines in the offices? Are they paid to stand like that? But the smiles look genuine. My neurons were short circuiting by now. Nothing made sense. It was not a political rally as the crowd was actually enthusiastic.
And then, I saw the hoarding of hoardings. Welcoming the Great Indian Cricket team. The winners. Alexander the Great would not have enjoyed this adulation. Everyone loves a hero. It’s uncanny how people blatantly celebrate and bask in reflected glory. A temporary lapse of reality. Who cares about a job lost or feelings of being non-existent in this human infested city? It's the present that counts. At present the glimpse of the winners will save us from our penury. So what if it's a lie? A borrowed moment of triumph. We are connected. Why would we feel so happy otherwise? We must be one like the saints claim. At least a part of me is a winner. Yes, indeed. My cynicism escapes in a yawn. Eyelids close the door to this farce. Let's catch up with some rest before reaching the office.

Ramona and beezus!

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Sucker for life!

In our six fish aquarium the most low profile of the lot is Chipkoo, our sucker fish.
We tend to get nervous looking at chipkoo trying to figure out his life-status. He is so still that he might as well be dead. Then almost to spare us the anxiety he reluctantly moves his fin for a nanosecond.
This morning i saw chipkoo absolutely still and not moving but much to my horror way outside the fish tank on the floor. It was almost surreal to see him glued to the room floor. I was completely spooked. I meekly requested my dad to pick him up and left the room in panic...and dad came back with the good news that chipkoo was alive and jumped from his hand when he tried to pick him up...now chipkoo is back into his wet watery home.
Its weird isn't it? Many questions were fighting for attention...did i just witness a fish attempt suicide?
like jumping out the water..the way in our old movies heroines jumped into the sea? how did he come out? what made him jump out?
The deafening silence of  the still fish..a pathetic attempt at second guessing the motives of the most meditative fish of the lot. The sage. His single minded purposeful living mostly cleaning up the world (fishtank water) to make it liveable for all. A life so pure...so altruistic..so still !
Chipkoo got sucked back into the life in water. Now glued back to the surface of the fishtank. Alive. Still moving his fin for that nano second assuring the care takers of his wellbeing.
Maybe its profound. Maybe its just that a fish jumped out of the tank and was found alive and put back into the world he was trying to escape. No one will ever know. What say you?