2012 in pictures.

2012 is the year I discovered my iPhone and instagram. I also discovered how much I loved this quick medium and was surprised with some fabulous results I got :)

Here is snippet of the year that was. In no particular order. Some good memories, some good pictures.

Hong Kong - Delhi - Dehradun - Raipur - Goa - Bangalore - Kashmir - NH7 Pune - Hyderabad - Udaipur

New year. New resolution,

It's a new year yet again. And new things to be said and done.

As I grow older, the past year, somehow I have become more careful, more reserved about my opinions, scared of being judged.

This never happened to me before, I have always been fearless and free.

And yet this sudden fear of society creeps in.

Is this what being a grown up is all about?

This year I will spend in unlearning this horrible trait.

Welcome back to the bhelpuribheja :)

“The secret self knows the anguish of our attachments and assures us that letting go of what we think we must have to be happy is the same as letting go of our unhappiness.”
― Guy Finley

Stickiness of the soul

I had this thought today when I was coming to work by cab.
Does the soul have a stickiness quotient?

If the soul is pure energy. it must have some attachment to live in a certain body, right?
Like some people are more aware about their body and surroundings, more attached and prone to experiencing life than others.

There are saints and thinkers like Swami Vivekanand who died at young ages and people said, it was because they had completed their karms in this life. Is it also because their soul had become lighter and hence less sticky to their body?

There are also those people who are said to have such a zest for living, that they challenge great diseases and near death experiences and come out alive. Is it because their souls are more attached to the body and maya?

I think I will read up more on this.
Of course, this all comes from the hypothesis that you believe in the soul, and rebirth and karma.
I do.

Lace

Hide and seek of prettiness like eyelids to light eyes. You fascinate the feminine in me, oh lace my my.

What I wore

Patterns

So, the last leg of my room remains and I have two things to do -
1) Pick a colour for my highlight bed wall
2) Pick a Jaali pattern for a shutter which will light up my reading nook.

So I searched high and low..

Shortlisted a couple that could be carved out of wood..

But still looking for more.. any helpers?

Melancholy and rust

We were waiting there patiently.
In a bevy
And with all her sins on me
I sat there waiting for a miracle
That did not exist.

So I moved on.

And to choose between a rock and a hard place
Stone and stone
It's better than being alone.
So here I am.
Bejeweled in a hard cut diamond.

Summer air

As for the air.
It fills in it the heavy heart
Impregnated with tears
That will soon find it's release.
That satisfying outburst.