Anita Satyajit

From the yonder years

19/8/02 �Learn to love unconditionally. Love with conditions is merely appeasing your mind, love without rules is letting your soul rejoice.� I wrote this and then pondered about the nature of love. I first thought that the complexity of heart involved in loving someone was a quandary that solely afflicted those 20 or under. ButContinueContinue reading “From the yonder years”

One of those days

When I feel like doing everything but what I am doing right now. And hence I did nothing that I was supposed to and did everythign else but that. Eh, understood? Thats quite how I am feeling. No logic, let go. Finally evening arrives and its time to go home. Just some sprinkling of poetryContinueContinue reading “One of those days”

I got book tagged

Yipeee, I got book tagged! Just discovered about this latest blog phenomenon yesterday and the bug bit me today. Well Percy, you didn�t catch me by surprise. I am quite thrilled about writing down this stuff, but it�s also a challenge. Even studying for accounts in my final year was easier. People you cant listContinueContinue reading “I got book tagged”

pleasure n pain

I wish I could wrap cotton candy around my eyes and see a sweet sugary world, where all is well. Often I tell myself that suffering is normal that it�s the way things are meant to be and then question myself about why do we have smiles in our lives then. Why the pleasure ifContinueContinue reading “pleasure n pain”

My baby boy

Sairam with his fav pillow All I need to do is look at him and my heart just fills with joy. My baby, he hasnt come from my womb but tugs at my maternal heart in inexplicable ways. Ok, he is my Mama's (Maternal Uncle) kid but that doesnt mean I cant mother him andContinueContinue reading “My baby boy”

nature of expression

The true nature of expression is in silence. Words are but superficial d�cor, unnecessary at times like pink blush on a tender rose bloom. They have their utility but are often overrated.

divine restlessness

Restlessness is a curse and a gift. I suffer from it. I am so confident most of the time, but when it comes to my writing I falter. I just remembered a lovely note my friend Mark once sent me: Martha Graham�s Letter to Agnes de Mille. That letter did wonders to increase my beliefContinueContinue reading “divine restlessness”

Bombay, Mumbai and me

There were many journeys I took. Most were limited to the geography of the city I grew up in. But I consider them journeys never the less today. I have been so bound by the notion and desire to travel the world (I still do as I write this), but have a sense that whateverContinueContinue reading “Bombay, Mumbai and me”

Musical musings

Do you let music make love to you ? Go away from your brain slowly by slowly and let the music course through each part of your body. Tease you, touch you, move you, make you laugh, make you cry, make you feel alive, make you dance, make you feel sexy, make you feel specialContinueContinue reading “Musical musings”

you n me

My heart is a swing You ride it freely Soaring to great heights Higher than the treetops Above the people below Touch the clouds, tickle them. You are beyond me too My heart is an ocean wave You surf along my edges Teasing, twirling, balancing Moving with me but always Above, me and my armsContinueContinue reading “you n me”