time-right time


I believe in the right time. Sometimes somethings just don’t happen if it’s not the right time. Not like the Indian Rahu kaalam and stuff, but time as an entity. It’s not even the mundane time which refers to routine, but time as something beyond conception.

Time and our brain coordinates in a way that,  subconsciously it prepares itself to manifest  its thought only at that moment, when it has to and not at any random occasion. Well, there are such instances as to where our minds drift and serendipitously, we come upon matters unrelated to the situation.

This idea of the right time came to me after a stay at home for a couple of months, with an uninteresting lifestyle and thoughts. The interest in neuroscience came about at a time of chaos. Who knew that this was my subject of interest from past two years. Let it be watching Amy Farrah Fowler from The Big Bang Theory, or my Job at a research institute involving Alzheimer’s disease project, or even the regular updates on Mindful Meditation, who knew it exists within me.

So to pursue this subject is my current prospect.


Walking Cross-Town. With a Tin Cup.

this adds to up my inspiration for selfless service 🙂

Live & Learn


The moment, seconds really, should have degraded into an inkblot, edges fraying, burrowing to lose itself among the billions of other moments, stored for retrieval at a later date when a similar moment showed up. Aha, I remember that.

But No.

This one Rises, floats on Top, bobbing up and down, making sure it isn’t lost. Remember this, it seems to say. Don’t forget this, it needs to say.

I’m walking Cross-Town on 47th. It’s dark. It’s early, 6:23 am. And, it’s Cold – sub 35° F, with winds gusting. Feels like 26° F. Biting.

I’m wearing a trench coat, knee length, its heavy lining leaning in on my shoulders. It’s zipped to the throat.

The fur lined leather gloves keep the hands and fingers toasty. I grip my case with one, and swing the other, the motion pulling me forward, the pace quick, the blood and bones warming from the movement.

And there…

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A seed sown remains inactive in the soil for some good amount of time, before it germinates in the form of radicle and plumule. The seed is INACTIVE as we see, but a number of biochemical activities occur within that seed, which we cannot observe. It might as well look dead to us.

Finding myself to be in a similar position, being jobless and half-interested in preparing for scheduled exams. Simple what my peers think about me, is I have a comfort-zone at home, which I never want to leave and a heavily laid back attitude, lack of smartness. Their breathing heavily down on my neck to be responsible, to do something worthwhile, takes a toll on me. While I’m trying to figure out things, this pressure just makes me chaotic.

So, on a positive note, I consider this to be a stimulus for my growth.

Right now I’m dormant. I’m aware of what’s going on in my mind.


First blog post

The world around can be explained only by our perspective. We see the Sun rise and set, so it rises and sets, also, we see it, because it’s there. These little complexities are never addressed, at least not by mundane means.

A deeper sense of our understanding, I want to reveal it to myself by writing.

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