Life is an illusion

 Again started a free yoga course by Habuild . A good thing which happens when you join a course is, the punctuality. After completing the course two months two months back, I did exercise. I did some yoga too. But I would spend more time searching on which video to follow. And the timing was erratic. And excuses were abundant.  As I realized, this course is more of light exercise for the entire body - not so much of pure yogasana. Which is really useful for idle-ish people like me. Ideally one should do this followed by some other yoga in other part of day. One can omit laughter yoga or even meditation. Because I can never really meditate - because of my flickering mind. So 6 in the morning you can find me doing habuild exercises every single day. That is my promise to myself.  Did I also tell you about walk at home videos? Quite useful. Or rather, they were useful when I was residing in an apartment. Now I can just walk on the terrace without any video in the evenings....

Continuing on my discussion of Ek machar, I religiously close all windows of the house at 6 in the morning and 6 in the evening. The time when a nice, cool breeze tries to cool the house and our souls.  Am I masochist? May be. Times have proven that I know how to self destroy-ish. No, but in this case, it is the belief that by 6, the mosquitoes enter the house in hordes and entertain us with our songs. And sucking our bloods in the mean time.  It is a belief, so far I have not encountered the problem of these insects either inside the house or outside. May be as our city has progressed from garden city to cement city, sorry silicon city, the mosquitoes have lost their breeding grounds.  But I dare not open the windows, no matter how suffocatingly hot the weather gets, how fan circulate the  hot air making the bad situation worse. Because ek machar admi ko ya aurat ko..... The February was bad. And March is worse. Where are March showers? The cooling drizzles which ma...

 Read this blog post - Mosquitoes .  Don't you find the blogger hilarious - subtle but funny. A very common topic to which all of us can relate.  If you don't find the blogger funny, I am sorry. For me, the post is funny and priya. Because it author is me.  This is one of the earlier posts of mine in another blog (which I lost to two factor authentication - which is another story). From 2008 - 17 years ago. Back when I was not this old and not this crazy. But instead I was funny. Because I was young and innocent. Not young in age - but in life.  Now I am old and wrinkled. And neither am I funny, nor I have a life. I pass my time and my life with Netflix followed by Youtube shorts followed by Hotstar followed by twitter. And the darned life does not pass.  

 Susan met Tracie in the maternity ward in the industrial town Corby. Corby which had a steel factory and now is being rebuilt. Where older people have various diseases including cancer.  Susan is a working class woman with a son, but Tracie is an accountant - so must be smart. And this is her first child.  Both give birth, but tragically. Susan's son Connor has a hand deformed - without any fingers and Tracie's daughter has deformed ear, only two chambers in her heart and missing kidneys. And the daughter does not survive.  Here Connor undergoes surgery after surgery to give some kind of fingers to his hand using his own toes and each time infection causes the procedure to fail. The funny part is Susan's husband leaves her as 'he did not sign for it'. As if it was Susan who deliberately created a deformed child.  As Connor grows, Susan notices there are other mothers and other children with deformities and she wonders is it due to the air or water in this town....