Krishna's Musings on Life

She watched helplessly as he walked slowly to the door. Almost like he was hoping she would stop him. But that had never been her way. Today, he was leaving. Just like he had been telling her for two long years. Preparing her, steeling her for his inevitable departure. Her lips trembled as he reached the door. One hand on the doorknob, he turned to look at her one last time. “Bye Ma.” His voice came out a whisper and just for a moment, she was taken back twenty-one years ago to when he spoke his first word. Didi – a whisper, a sliver of voice just like now. His sister had shrieked in delight and picked him up, swung him around as they both laughed unabashedly. Her eyes filled with tears as she looked at him now, six foot one, and more far away than she had ever imagined him being. “Bye.” Her voice was a whisper too and she knew she was on the verge of a breakdown. If he was leaving, it had to be now. Almost as if he knew, he gave her a smile and turned away, but not before she caught

What does the title mean? Let me tell you right off the bat so that you can move on from this article. In this day of lightning-speed browsing, I’ve already lost you, perhaps 😊 A healthy relationship is the ability to laugh at oneself and each other. Laugh with, not at. That’s it. If you have this, it’s all one needs. Of course, there are some other healthy relationship tips too that we could all make use of. After all, human beings are complex. However, if you take it easy, that’s half the job done. The sense of ease and joy that comes from being with a person who’s easygoing and light-hearted cannot be understated. Do you know the freedom of not walking on eggshells around a partner? It’s wonderful! Mostly because you can be you without worrying about how the other person may perceive your words. The other side of it, having a partner who’s sensitive and easily offended, also has its advantages. It may be surprising to hear but the fact is, having such a partner ensures that you a

Wait. Don’t scroll down past this introduction to get right to the three philosophies. Because I promise you, this is equally important. My teacher always says, if we find even one line in a book valuable, the book has paid for itself. And it’s often not the message of the book that sticks but something else – a word, a character, a musing. Perhaps it’s not the three philosophies you may find most valuable in this article. A three-year-old girl was suffering from a disease. She desperately required a blood transfusion to stay alive. Her five-year-old brother had survived the same disease thus developing the antibodies needed to combat the illness. He was the little girl’s only hope of survival. The doctor explained the situation to the little boy and asked if he would be willing to give his blood to his sister. He hesitated for only a moment before he took a deep breath and said, “If it will save her, I’ll do it.” As the transfusion progressed, he saw the colour returning to his sister

Hi. Have you ever believed in the law of karma ? I didn’t. Not until I met Muneeswaran. My name is Yuliet. And this is the story of how my boyfriend, Paolo, and I managed to find our way from Brazil, all the way down to a little town in the south of India – Vaitheeswarankoil – to find out about our past lives. Can’t pronounce the name of the town, right? Don’t worry. I still can’t. So, here’s what happened. Paolo and I met through mutual friends at a party. I was passing through Sao Paulo (yes, Paolo is from Paulo – a fact I never let him forget) on my travels and he’d been brought up there. We hit it off instantly – he was hit with the travel-bug, and I? I was hit with Cupid’s arrow. Just a few days later, we began dating and travelling together. Winding our way through the world, a few months later, we found ourselves in Bali, Indonesia. It was there, in Ubud, that we bumped into an Indian girl at a cafe. She was in town for a yoga-teacher training course. As we chatted, I felt stra

Have you ever been fat? Not just overweight but obese, fatter than young Monica in F.R.I.E.N.D.S, fat like needing two airplane seats, fat like you’re the only one in a four-person elevator, fat like customised doors in your home, fat like I-broke-four-beds-because-I-sat-on-them, fat like nobody-spoke-to-me-because-they-thought-I-was-smelly-and-gross fat? I have. And the trauma of it? I don’t think it ever leaves you. Sure, you can go to therapy, you can attend healing circles, you can sign up for anger management classes because the world is cruel and you were its victim but the root? I don’t think it’s ever rooted out. I tried. For years. More than the mean comments and the “funny” remarks, what really got to me was fat camp. If you don’t know about fat camp, it’s the place where fat kids go to lose weight. The politically correct term is “weight-loss” camp. The politically incorrect term, which was used a lot around me, is “fat farm.” Do you know the Wiki definition of fat camp?