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A Quaint Evening In Bustling Mumbai


 

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Pics from the place I visited in Mumbai

Juxtaposing to the busy life of Mumbai is this scenic place, a quaint cosmos altogether with lush green and all hues of nature. I stumbled upon it being a nature lover, I love all picturesque places, the solitude, and the quiet they offer. A mini fantasy land which caught my fancy as I was walking by. The earthiness of cobblestone street, the rustic seating, an avalanche of nature in all colors, filled my mind with a landscape of imagination to pen down some stories. A place that put all of my tumult to rest. It reminded me the philosophical side of life we tend to ignore quite often. What beauty, serenity, and harmony does to your subconscious mind, and the easy fix to clear your head if taking a long walk on the beach is not in the vicinity.

Nature mother is the most potent medium to answers to lot of complexities of life. In the serene and harmony I sit and watch the beautiful drizzle which wet the cobblestone pathways, glistened the rustic rooftops, and dressed the leaves and foliage making them blush. There are many more green pastures in Mumbai to explore for those who love solitude and inner peace. This place is a sanctum of serenity and harmony. I personally believe, you cannot pass a single day fruitfully without feeling inner peace. Inner engineering, a path to abundance you feel from within and live life mindfully.

Mindfulness is what nature teaches you. Stillness is not a programmed practice, but what you start to experience when you explore the nuances and tranquility nature offers you. It sets in with every tryst of nature making you want to look at the beautiful side of life you can consciously choose to look at and imbue. You can a choice to drain yourself with anger, anguish, painful emotions, or flush them away looking at all the wonderful things in life that are there sitting right in front of you to explore and take a cue from.

In the manicured greenery I was feeling still. A kind of stillness that is essential to practice daily and feel one with the universe. Everyday is a journey into mindfulness, the quaintness, the stillness you can choose to imbue to find more meaning in everything you do. There is more to Mumbai than street shopping, nightlife, and Bollywood. You can rediscover yourself strolling through these quaint pastures at your own pace and bask in the serenity.

 

Real beauty,just a spur?


India is a marriage frenzy society.Where women are trained from their days juvenile,to…Behave!!Ha!The beauty  is we aint vain enough,even in times modern, to focus on the appreances alone.We need a set of parameters and a checklist of an ideal ‘bahu’;boohooo to that!The distaff  aspirations  get thwarted with archiac myths and how-to-be gospels sung in union by superannuated clan.Like Al Pacino says in Scent of a Woman-‘But there’s nothing like the sight of an amputated spirit.There is no prosthetic for that.’I’d add,not even make-up.Cosmetics cannot hide a dampened spirit.I’m in a profession of beautifying people.I understand beauty of the inner soul as much as i understand the importance of a well groomed appearance.Does the rat-race give people the time to give heed to genuine beauty of a woman that reflects through her inner strength?Inner strength that is versitile,inner strength that is able and capable of equalling challenges with no gender bias and still be be somber and lovable.I believe firmness of a beautiful mind and character has nothing to do with being insensitive or ignoring emotions in the name of being a tough-nut.A woman has the beauty of strength to display these array of qualities which  are both contrary and orphic.The beauty of a woman lies in her paradoxical nature.

Women have  inspirated men of the past and today to elevate  monuments and create music in their names joying eternal love.Is real beauty just a spur?Or is there more to it that meets the eye?How does a man transform his feelings from lust to loving a women head-over heels for a lifetime,is where the beauty of a woman really lies.In her unruffled discernments.Sure there’s a flip side to ever silver lining.We demand-full attention and suck on love and such things.But imagine a world of high pragmatism that is based on logic and reasoning alone.How long can you live with it?Dont you need emotions?The beauty of a women is in her expression of love.Something that makes the world go round.Can you really go about your life without loving someone and still be okay?In modern times these,we women try to accustom to men’s demands to such an extent that we search for the veil of prosaic pragmatism in order to save ourselves from being type-casted.People,even women go to the extent of hiding their emotional nature for the fear of appearing vulnerable.I say,whats wrong with that.Are we programmed machines?Why not celebrate being a human being by showing some emotion,and why not,we are gifted with understanding emotions to the point of its complexity.Why are we ‘supposed to be a certain way’ to be acceptable to the other gender.Wheres the beauty if you aint loved for who you really are?How will you ever get what you want if you aint comfortable being your true self for the fear of being left-out?Wheres the beauty in making ‘adjustments’ and ‘compromises’.Are we sissies?I bet we aint.

We can get what we want if we ‘really’ want to.How badly do you want whatever you want.For instance,freedom.Are women free from being stereotyped.Are they free from being moral-policed.A time a you have been dumped coz you were prolly a tough competition and fiercely independant.A time when you were ‘supposed to’ do as being told.A time when you have been labelled and judged coz you like sci-fi movies and robots and pc games  unlike other gooey-girls who like pink dolls and make-up.Have you ever sensed the beauty of freedom amongst this obdurate sensless torture.The beauty of a woman lies in her strength to swim across these awakard pedicaments and yet inspire a hell lot.We have examples in our history,dont we?

Real beauty aint just a spur.Real beauty is the strength of a paradox that lies in the freedom of a spirit that bruised itself yet doesnt give up and aint bitter.Something thats more than an inspiration, an appreciation and a bequest that such a thing exists for us to awe and nourish.To blush and folly for,to learn and unlearn and never stop to yearn.

however few ladies in the west have crossed all boundries.Injecting their 8-year old babies with botox injections in the hope of sending them to beauty paegents is not just lame but a terrible crime in my eyes.Little girls,do they really deserve to be needled in a age where tenderness ought to be nourished.This is obession with glamour-which is sometimes an evil twin of beauty that gets taken too far.

Beauty of a women aint just inspirational,it’s tranformational.

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