Memoirs of a blessed soul

Looking at black drain like Yamuna , it never occured to us that we will ever take a dip in it!To our surprise, we never thought of the river beyond Delhi, Agra where the water has become so toxic ! The credit goes to Mr Vimlendu , founder of Swechha who not only made us think, but also took us on the journey of Yamuna from Yamunotri to the plains! Since it was monsoon the river was gushing with water from - the seasonal streams, waterfalls, all over the mountains and thus we experienced the river in full bliss when the nature was blooming with greens and water bodies all across. But we were told that it is not the same in winters and summers when there is enough water to meet everyone's need but not everyone's greed. The river almost dies as it enters the plains where all its water is harnessed through multiple giant barrages (add name kd dams ) and canals and there is often an inter state tussle which happens as to what part of Yamuna belongs to whom! Isn't it strange t...

Whenever you look back and think about your life journey, there is one thing to which you are visibly or invisibly immensely grateful, is your ability to trust. There is a lot of reading and discussion about the distrust factor which is growing day by day in the society we live in, or we are planning to be with, but what is crucial is to understand how the factor of trust plays a role in our being-ness. By being a human we all are capable of trusting “strangers” innately; right from the lady who gives birth to a child but the child doesn’t know anything about her, to die in someone’s hand with the hope of getting buried appropriately. You know what- in this world, at some, or the other point of life, we act like the person we come across and do the same shit with others. Not with the same person, but with others. Everyone in the universe is ‘You’  and ‘Me’, just the roles keep changing with time. Even we are wrong at times, it’s just that we don't realise at that time. Thus we need...