Insight Stories

Photo by Allan Mas from Pexels Akki was crazy about plants. If it were possible, he would fill every spot in the house with these green beings. Thanks to his mother who kept the calamity at bay but Akki wasn't the one to easily give up his passion. 'Look maa, the papaya seeds have sprouted!' shouted Akshay, rushing straight to his mother and dragging her to the balcony. 'What papaya? Oh my god! You father will drive us out along with the pots. But when did you sow these?' 'Last week, after we ate the papaya, I dropped them here while everyone was watching the TV,' he giggled. 'You shouldn't try to grow a tree inside a pot. It needs good soil and plenty of space.' 'It'll grow here. Please don't throw it, maa.' 'Of course not but first, you promise me to plant it somewhere once it becomes a sapling.' 'Ok maa,' he replied with hesitation. With Akki engrossed in his everyday activities, weeks passed by in a flash until

Once upon a time, two young monks set out in search of a Zen master. The master, living few villages away, was known to have mystical powers. He could walk on water, fly above the clouds and even turn into thin air at will.  The young monks wanted to become someone special by achieving the state of enlightenment. When they reached the old master's hut on top of the hill, they were tired and frustrated. The road was rocky and the climb too steep. They wondered how the old master would travel up and down everyday.  Not wanting to waste more time, they approached the master and told him about their quest. The master replied that as he was to leave on his secret sojourn, they will have to wait for 12 years to learn something from him. One of the monks was irritated on hearing that. He immediately took his baggage and left. As the old master left, the other monk, who was wondering what he should do next, decided to wait at the hill for a couple of days.  The monk would do his daily chor

Death: An Inside Story By Sadhguru Jaggi Vasudev No matter which nationality, faith, belief, profession or gender we identify ourselves with, the only certainty that stands unchallenged is that we are all going to die. And the year 2020 has been a strong revelation of this fact. Few days ago, I started reading the popular book 'Death: An Inside Story' by Sadhguru Jaggi Vasudev, which is an undertaking to explore the realm of death and the various concepts associated with it. A word of caution before you start reading the book: no matter how fantastic, crazy, or tempting it may seem to accept what has been written, it is upto each one of us to discover it for ourselves as the author himself highlights this in the book and elsewhere. The content may come across as highly unsettling and depressing but one must take in as much possible in one reading for the effort to be worthwhile. Some concepts may seem to be in congruence with traditional and popular beliefs in India but the nar

If body-mind is the bastion your proudly claim How did you miss the breath which silently arrives through hidden gates? Singing the legend of time it gives more than you can imagine Until one day it abandons your riches and the bastion crumbles in the lap of time - The Last Nomad Check out books from the Insight Stories webstore.

As usual under his painted face And a façade of smile  He was ready to make them  Laugh and giggle, in his own style For the first time, he saw a face  Amidst all the crowd Who could read his eyes and  See the pain which was obvious and loud His heart lurched, and eyes smiled As his soul was full of hope Unimagined and wild But he was not destined To be happy and alive As his fate favoured None, the happiness nor solace However he may strive Once again with his destiny's wit And under the façade of smile The clown is now ready  to make everyone giggle In his own made up guile - Anu Shah This posts was published as a part of the 'Words Can Heal' series. You too can participate and explore your creative side. To know more,  read this blog post . Check out books from the Insight Stories shelf.

बसुनी तीरी प्रतिबिंब ते, चंद्राचे ती पाहीत असे. पाहुनी चंद्रमा आठवी सजणा, गोड कशी ती लाजित असे. चंद्रमा जो माझ्या तिरी,  तुझ्या ही तो दारी असे.  दोघांत आपल्या एकच धागा, चंद्र सखा तो जोडीत असे.  तरंगत शीतल पाण्यावरती,  माझ्याशी तो बोलीत असे.  साजण तुझा तुझ्याविना गं,  विरहाचे गीत गात असे. अरे सख्या, जा सांग त्यांना,  गीत आमचे एक असे.  तुझ्याच सवे परतावे त्यांनी,  शृंगार माझा अपुर्ण असे. बसुनी तीरी प्रतिबिंब ते, चंद्राचे ती पाहीत असे. - जागृती This posts was published as a part of the 'Words Can Heal' series. You too can participate and explore your creative side. To know more,  read this blog post . Check out books from the Insight Stories shelf.