Saturday, 13 April 2013

Dorjee’s Smile

Total number*- 99

Young feet on wet green ground looked like pink flowers, common in spring. But still something was uncommon about the young feet in slippers. The mountains, the trees, the stone huts, the flourishing flags, everything in the valley were enchanted by the young feet. Earth was happy to be the closest one.

Dorjee was running happily through the valley in jet speed. He was all alone but was smiling about something or maybe it was his natural look. We all had this look, like Dorjee, when we were 10 years old. He was about to reach his house when he met one of his friend and he went with him instead. To play, play and play was all that Dorjee thought of.

Total number*- 105

Dorjee loved whatever his mom cooked. He liked his food hot. Often his mom would say, ‘You’ll burn your tongue Dorjee!’ He always smiled. His cheeks were red like cherries. Eyes were watery. The valley lived in him. He lived in the Tibet valley. Mysticism took home here once and quickly entered its soul, to stay forever.

Total number*- 109

Dorjee will soon become a monk. He knows it. His family has told him. He is happy about it. Most of his friends will do the same. In fact, he is excited to be a monk. His mom told him once, ‘Dorjee, it is not as simple as you think.’ He replied again with a kind ‘cheese’ and his eyes were not visible.

Why did Dorjee always smiled? Why? Maybe he knew what Percy Bysshe Shelley said the ‘Skylark’ knew. A heavenly secret. His smile attracted the soothing valley towards him, his smile attracted mystical purity towards him, his smile attracted the one we cannot see yet we feel is.

One day Dorjee was bound to leave. For the designer of the Paradise missed his favourite smile, his Dorjee.

Total number*- 112

You left us Dorjee. We have adapted to the ‘burning alive’ but we don’t know how to smile anymore.

Monday, 8 April 2013


We don’t hear the word fain often these days or do we? If we do, then I am pleased to know.

But if not then let us talk further. Fain means gladly, preferably, willing, ready, obliged or required. A dictionary will tell you better and it will also tell that this word is obsolete. There are many archaic words like fain which are out of fashion…what is new in it?

Fain to me is such a sweet word that I feel when it was asked to leave it (by its nature) said, ‘gladly’.

Why is it that some words stay and some don’t? What happened after the times of Kings and Queens with this pretty word that it left us?

I can’t say it left us as we can still use it but it has been forgotten. Yes, this can be one of the many plausible explanations; man is after all the most forgetful creature.

I would like to believe that fain never stopped being happy and willing and eager. And that is why it reached a state of gladness. Fain visited the Ultimate Fain.

All these beautiful archaic words are silent not because no one wants to hear them, but because they were heard by the One. And now they are in a sublime state.

Such is the destiny of one, anyone, who knows oneself and remains constant. One who doesn’t look for answers outside but inside. One who knows the true meaning of Karma.

This is what I feel. Who knows if all this makes sense or not? One who knows, knows a lot or knows a lot at least about others.

Anyways, fain would always be for me a wonderful word which gives my mind a feeling of its texture- silky soft and white.

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