Just thoughts...

"Happy is the man who can make a living by his hobby." - George Bernard Shaw How often have we wondered about what could we be doing with our time while being half-engrossed in a Netflix flick or a series? That sense of something being incomplete even after a binge-worthy series has always been our nemesis. Here are a few ways to try and relive the good old hobbies and rediscover some more while at it.      1.Reading: The Good old way. The vintage ways of picking up a good book and sitting down for a journey through the author's lens. For many, it is a welcome break from the often monotonous days and for some, it is the only solace after a tiring day. One of the best ways you could spend your time is in the company of a book. For beginners, it is tough to imagine flicking pages and sitting for hours engrossed. In ways, more than one reading will always give you company in times of need. Some good places to begin are    Good Reads -  https://www.goodreads.co...

   It is a day before the mini-vacations for the christmas season set in, a Friday... Excited to travel, into the heartland of amazing coastlines and serenity... A trip to Dapoli.    The 'ShivShahi' buses which take you there have a notorious reputation that precedes them. I take the plunge and navigate the Pune office hours to reach the bus depot. It is just the beginning of a long wait that lies ahead. As I sit by a column there are hints of a drama cooking up around. Drama - Would never have guessed that would define my onward journey to Dapoli.  The only picture I managed in the pitch black darkness

About time for the things we never had time for... For the ones we thought we had a plan, Only to find it was leisure now that mocked from afar... Or was is the simplicity we missed now... From the high ship of adulthood we saw, The oceans that once were teeming with excitement Waves we longed to surf upon now really did wave...  At us from the shores we now have anchored the ship by, Waiting for the tide and time to be right

And you thought of it to be a mirage.. As always hung upon the image of the lonely barge... Out into the seas so fair, sighing at the sky so blue... Wishing upon a star, for the horizons to come meet you... But haven't you always been here beside me... Pining along for the dream, the visions I too seek... All over a breeze that sets us free now... To say it out loud, to finally stop wondering how...

And a song heard over and over long ago... In the quaint shadow of a silver sprightly doe... Of the notes strung together in a cord... Sliced and shaped over a quiet sword... Trickling through, onto the sands of time... Swaying you along sans a reason or a rhyme... Eyes closed in a memory deep into the past... Of scars etched on a canvas yearning to last... Every word knowing its way within... Numbing, calming the ever-raging din.. To a world now strange and truly far... But only a song to chase the fading star...

How often have we heard the virtues of Simplicity sung? The way it eases out your life. Despite all of this, it is rarely that we ever reach the hallowed halls of simplification... Here are five ways how we could at least try... 1. Quit time travelling: Ever paid attention to what exactly is running through that ever functioning mind of yours? It is forever on the high horse of travelling through our timeline. Sometimes lingering on the happenings of the past and the rest is when we keep jumping way ahead into the future. Simplicity stems from the ability of merely being in this very moment. When you know that this moment is the only moment which really matters, your turbulent mind settles down. A calm that precedes the first step on your journey towards simplicity. 2. Accept your state: Reality is the ever neglected nemesis of our mind. We add our own filters of prejudice, conceptions and  inhibitions over the real hard truth. We choose to ignore the hard facts and th...

    It had been quite some time now... A summer's day was about to fade its time out... The evening had always held an incredible pull for Reeve. He lived by the cabin on the extreme end of the beach. The cabin stood aloof from the nearby coastal village.. It was a good life, with its share of toil.. Each day was the same, in sync with the sun and the moon... He rose with the sun to get his boat polished an ready to ferry the odd bunch of tourists to the sea-fort which lay some distance into the sea. No other boatman agreed to ferry people to the fort.. For a reason spun by the village rumour mills... It was said to be haunted...