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The madman, his eyes gleaming and bloodshot, his muscles tense, sweat streaming down his face drives into the crowd. This haunting image is seen on screens, hundreds and hundreds of miles away almost instantly.

Misery is not just surrounding us, it reaches us instantly on our screens through news channels, apps and alerts.

Closer home, I walk into a room made cozy with warm lights, burning incense sticks and soft Sufi songs playing in background. It is Sunday evening meeting of like-mined people who want to listen to the words of Rumi.

As I find a spot in the corner of the room, my eyes wander to the crowd gathered there. I started absorbing the faces, the colors, some smiles I return, some eyes I avert.

Just as we all wait for it to start I realize that among the 50 odd people gathered in that room, 47 of them are between 20 and 35 years of age. The logical mind says that the event was publicized on FB, and isn’t that the demographic that uses the social media more prominently.

The less skeptical part of the mind wants to believe in the power of the many souls gathered in that room, seeking wisdom from an ancient mystic, poet and philosopher. And comes to the conclusion that as we move more into the fast paced future, the more will we  move inward, looking and searching for answers as we engage with new questions and toy with deeper ideas.


A Touchstone: used to test the purity of gold and silver by the streak left on the stone when rubbed by the metal.
It is a term also used when referring to something that is used to make judgments about the quality of other things.

During our quest, when seeking answers, we are looking for our touchstone, for the wisdom imparted by teachers, mentors, confidantes and guides.

I find comfort in the thought that for every stone that has slipped through the cracks while looking for answers and found his touchstone in religious fanaticism, radical ideologies or violent dogmatism, are many other, like those 47 others in that room, around the world who choose to look for words of inspiration, drawn towards all-encompassing love, and a touchstone in the words of old masters, like Rumi.

In His words, this weeks poem.

The Quest for Reality

from The Masnavi Book II

Everyone seeks joy in this world,

And on account of the hope comes fire.
The old and the young are ever gold seekers,
And they know not the difference,

the gold from the tin,

for the common of the heart cannot see so well,
The good from the bad, the cheap from the pure.

If you have your own touchstone,

then all will be well,

But those who have none should seek one who does,
Seek one who knows the difference,
All others will lead you astray.
Don’t follow cry of riches to be,
Don’t trek to the spot where the promise is made,
For there all you’ll find

are the wolves and the lions,

And the day will be spent,

life lost, and the road far off.

Find the Work of your Life, and the Worker too,
For both exist as one—-this is you.
Discover vocation, creation

and joy will come like clairvoyance,

When blindness is gone before.



Spoiler alert: the poetry of the masters does not feature in this post.  Instead it’s me, myself and a few words written way past midnight.

I first encountered individualism when I got acquainted with Howard Roark. The queen of individualism, Ayn Rand was definitely one of the many writers I held close to my heart as a young girl just starting college.

An individual’s opinions, their choices and their struggles are unique, although subjective and yet a fundamental right in my view.

Yet within our circle of family and friends we look for similarities. It gives us assurance that we aren’t bad, weird, or an anomaly. Or may be a sense of pride that our tribe grows, that feeling that we are a powerful force and bask in that feeling of oneness.

As a parent we wish to see our chaavi, our reflection in our offspring.  We hope they have the same desires like we did and we hope that they fulfill them even if we didn’t.  Even the most progressive parent sometimes finds themselves wishing…..

But can there be a complete another just like you…..? Or even better than you, ala version 2.0. And are we often disappointed when they are not?

That is a mystery unsolved.

Celebrating uniqueness and individualism with these words….. Inspired by some fiercely independent individuals I know. People who bask in being different in quiet ways, by simply being themselves.

Deep blue


Har us khwaaab mein ek woh  chamakta sitara ho,
Jo har ek sitare se alag aur ajeeb ho,
Tumhara ek ankh ho, ek tumhari chaya ho,
Usme ham jesi anokhi ek chahat ho.

Leken tum alag si chahat ho,
jis ka na koi saccha aaina hai,
Na koi tum jaisa koi kalakaar hai,

Agar tum ho toh Uski wajah sirf ek hai,
Tumhari wajood ki haqeeqat ek paheli hai,
Jis ka raaz sirf unhi ko pata hai.
Jisse pehle kisi unkahi,unsuni poorani kahani mein mulakaat huyi hai


You wish in your dream of a sparkling star,
Different and distinctive that all the other stars around,
That is a small part of you, that is a reflection of you,
And that in it lie desires just like your desires.

But you are a unique desire,
One that is captured by no true mirror.
There is no star that is a performer like you.

You are you.
And the only reason for that,
Is that the reality of your existence is a riddle,
Whose secret is known only by those who you have encountered in an old unheard and untold story before.

I found this lovely poem of Rumi recited by Tilda Swinton….. Like this. 

I simply love it…