People always tell you to do that. Move on from that job, move on from that experience or this one, move on from that friendship, move on from that relationship…..move on where, to what? That is always the question…..but they don’t know that themselves – I figure. I guess there is no where to go…I guess it’s the journey that matters……the movement, the destination…even if I would arrive there, I would not know if I have really reached, if I have really arrived. And everything and everyone I have encountered were mere check posts…… the waking mind contemplates all that in la la land…my existence and conscience a wakening from slumber or a slumber in wakening? No idea… some times I feel that my conscience would go on living even when I am gone, in some other person’s mind….in some nook and cranny of the universe as an echo…as star dust…we are all star dust, I believe…..
Now back in tanzi land, glimpses from my mortal life:
• The giant aloe vera plant has been salvaged but it doesn’t look as green as before.
• The pregnant cat didn’t like the birthing options I provide her so finally gave birth to 3 alive and 1 still born kitten in the pots of another billi lover.
• I spotted an antique two seater at a used furniture shed. It was intact but worn and faded. After a wait of two weeks and the labor and toil of two craftsmen, it stands today in my living room….part of the vision I had in my mind of what this part of home should look like…..I also envision myself sitting there and contemplating more
• And so I played model to an aunt in her makeup class; she needed a face, I wanted to pamper my vanity….. it was fun……bride na sahee, bridal makeup he sahee……
Yes thats true…life is all about movement..its a journey and our relationships are not ‘manzil’ but just a company between two points. Do you remember poetry sung by Nayyara Noor ” aay jazba e dil……..us waqt mujhay behka daina jub saamney manzil aa jaye”?
Bridal makeup…am sure it must be tough for girls to go through it and sit for hours n hours like a dummy……but at the end it does pay…
Comment by Zios — April 11, 2009 @ 6:17 pm
* bhatka daina
Comment by Zios — April 11, 2009 @ 6:18 pm
Lol @ “bride na sahee, bridal make-up hi sahee!”
Your post reminded me of a verse my Allama Iqbal:
“Sukoon muhaal hai qurat ke karkhanay mein
Sabaat ek taghayyur ko hai zamanay mein”
Comment by Meher — April 12, 2009 @ 10:25 pm
Lol @ “bride na sahee, bridal make-up hi sahee!”
Your post reminded me of a verse by Allama Iqbal:
“Sukoon muhaal hai qurat ke karkhanay mein
Sabaat ek taghayyur ko hai zamanay mein”
Comment by Meher — April 12, 2009 @ 10:25 pm
and I absolutely hate these lectures regarding moving on..aray bhai jab apna time hota hai ye tou sab kahaniyan aur ye sab lecture bhool jaa’tay hain..back then they’re too lost enjoying being vulnerable & living with the flow..duh!
Comment by An ILLuS|On — April 17, 2009 @ 10:14 pm
very true….lecturing others is always easy u knw….what is hard would remain hard, wot is unpleasant wd remain so ….and u wd be the one doing that, not ur advisors ! I tell people :”take ur time , do what u ahve to do to get over this, u wd fall along the way and u wd fail, and i wont judge u, just learn to pick up urself, get back on the trac kand and go on.”
Meher: the taghauurs are very scary actually….
Zios: o bhae ab kitna bhatakna hae??? haad hogae yar….ishaa jee utho ab ghar ko chalo
Comment by tanzilla — April 28, 2009 @ 7:33 pm
bride na sahee, bridal makeup he sahee…… —>
i rmr that! queen nefertiti!
pic of the antique with u contemplating on it pls
as for the moving on…..am with u all the way gurl!
Comment by silentmantra — April 28, 2009 @ 9:50 am
haan yar moving on and puking along the way~ hehhhee….bad yar shit scared
Comment by tanzilla — April 28, 2009 @ 7:29 pm