December 24

What is the opposite of bliss?

This blog, like many other blogs I have written in my life, was triggered by a book I am reading. The book I am reading right now is called Krishna: The man and his philosophy by Osho. I don’t believe in religion for sure and was a little skeptical about reading this. But it came up in a conversation with a friend and I liked what he was talking about. I decided to read it and one of the lines that struck me from the book was The word bliss is without an opposite. And I asked myself, what is the opposite of bliss? I couldn’t find an answer. We talk of most feelings in pair: love-hate, joy-sorrow, pleasure-pain but bliss is just bliss.

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April 22

Fleeting Moments

For a moment if you sit and consider
This world, this grand universe
Where we exist but fleetingly
And yet so much potential in this moment
To change, to create and to destroy

We argue over meaningless issues
We fight over small issues
We crib about unfair life
But we never stop
To consider what can be done
In this fleeting moment of life

For one we can, Love but completely
Not a love for the heck of love
But a love that is the final expression
Of joy, desire and surrender
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July 23

Long time since I

Its been long time since i wrote. Its also been long time since i felt like writing. Its been even a longer time that i had something to write about. And even longer for some of the things that have happened to me lately. Another thing that has happened after long is that i have felt certain things!

There are the good emotions that i have felt lately. But somehow I have always believed that i have got over anger, hate and jealousy. I mean there was nothing in this world, i felt, that could make me feel this significantly. But then something happened. I came across someone who resembles Wesley Mouch of Atlas Shrugged OR Ellsworth Toohey of The Fountainhead. At the beginning i had no real interest in him, so i was hardly concerned.
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