Daydreaming Bookworm! 

1991: The five-year old finds a treasure when a box of books arrives in the village school where his parents are teachers. {Never before and never after such generous providence is given for this primary school by the government. Is it a coincidence or a divine favor, who knows, but he keeps wondering about it in his teenage years. } He goes to sail with Sinbad the sailor, gets amazed reading about the fights between Rustum and Sohrab; loves the encyclopedia and delights in the mythological stories and poetry.


He keeps reading those books, oblivious to his surroundings, sitting alone on that Shiva temple wall like humpty-dumpty. His mom calls him to drink milk and dad for playing football with him. The mysterious story of Nachiketa’s meeting with Yama–the god of death, etched a new word ‘Moksha’ in his psyche, which, immediately struck a chord deep inside his heart for some reason and never leaves him for the next decade.

School and The Departed Crush!

1993:  He has not studied kindergarten, that might explain why he has no etiquettes. He is supposed to enter into grade 4th in the town school directly as he has learnt everything required in home-schooling by his parents, but based on their strict criteria school committee allow him to enroll only into the grade 2nd. He feels helpless on day one, cries, unable to find his friend and runs away from school finding a wire opening in the backyard.


At home his mom gives him some money for chocolates and lures him to go back to school. Second lecture is on and strict teacher allows him to sit in. After a few days he finds his second crush. Deeply in love he tells nobody about her but keeps fantasizing. She goes to a tour and in a car accident dies along with her parents, leaving her brother alone, crying and wailing. He goes to her house, looks at the dead bodies wrapped in the white clothes and cries rivers that day. He finds her picture in the dark beautiful clouds on rainy days and cries listening sentimental songs.



1995: He is naturally drawn to outdoor games and never stops a minute to study. He failed in unit tests in school. He is always after trees, butterflies and loves playing hide-and-seek. He is fond of cinema and watches many films with his grandfather. His mother has some exceptional faith in his intellectual abilities and she encourages him to study harder. He soon starts getting top ranks. He is good at drawing and his handwriting is often appreciated by teachers and colleagues; but he is too lazy to write well and long, gets distracted very soon.

A Cricket Ground!

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1997 :  He was a chucker bowler and his friends bullied him for his lack of ability to bowl properly. He takes this to heart and starts practicing fast bowling 3 hours a day in scorching Sun, just to prove a point to his friends. Soon he is the fastest bowler in his school and vicinity. Another small library of books arrives–all of them self-help, spirituality and mysticism and he is not found in the cricket ground very often. Extremely absorbed in those books, he spends as long as 6-7 hours at stretch reading them and never getting bored or tired. He is searching for something which will satiate his curiosity and answer all the questions in his head. These books have given him treasures of meditation and breathing which he so ardently practices without any teachers and sometimes recklessly too much.

Monkey Martial Artist!

1998: He is fond of martial arts. Always tried to mimic martial artists attended a Karate Crash Course in the summer vacations. Now four of his friends in their school, spend all their free time doing gymnastics tricks attracting a big crowd. They do many dangerous stunts and they are scolded in their homes for dirty and torn shirts. He has to wash his shirt which has those green stubborn stains of grass.


He creates a martial arts club in home and in school. Regular fights are arranged and his friends delight in them but sometimes he does the soul-searching–is it a healthy competition or violence? He often starts talking about deep spiritual values and beyond and his friends surround him. Sometimes he is so offended by friends who use swear words and slurs that he goes to the distant tree in the remotest corner of school playground and sits silently there in meditation. He often takes vows of silence inspired by Gandhi and others and experiments with food intakes and types.



1999: He is now a topper and the apple of the eye of parents, relatives and neighbors. A local celebrity for a few months; the success enters into his head. He is not mingling freely with friends like he used to. Instead he spends all his time with books and reads voraciously. He soon gets shocked by an unexpected failure and it transforms his outlook on life and he loses all interest in studies. The romantic in him dies a premature death after suffocating. The mystic lives. Now he is no longer seen on the cricket ground. He stops putting energies into studies and his ranks slump. His parents scold him and he cries with a promise to do better.

More Shocks, Realizations and Transformation!

2003: He is a topper again, but times have changed, now he has to study hard to excel in competitive exams but he is torn between the two worlds–material and spiritual. The urge to excel in the former is so short-lived. Voices of sages enchant him so often–he loses all interest in the world and retires to the seclusion to meditate and study. His enthusiasm is short-lived and he now gets the greatest shock of his life. The small town boy is not as intelligent and skilled as he presumed he was. What has his life amounted to? Toiling hard all year-long to wait for some piece of papers with marks printed on them, which either make him elated or drown him into despair. Why life revolves around those numbers? Is this the life?


This transforms him deeply and makes him a renunciate. He is able to see futility of all competition, striving and struggling. Now he surrenders and accepts life the way it is. He is in love with himself as he starts practicing rhythmic breathing. Now there is no more fear or hope but his extremely sensitive and vulnerable psyche is overwhelmed by the world which needs him to conform. The teenager is tormented by the upheaval and an extremely introverted, deeply detached mystical adult child is born.


102 thoughts on “Vignettes!

    1. Dear Nadine,

      Thanks for your kind words. I never thought, even in my wildest dreams, that something written by me will have such an effect on any of my friends. I am so humbled and immensely honored. Thank you 🙂 May you get bliss, peace and light ❤ Anand 🙂


  1. Anand, I don’t comment much lately because you have so much feedback already and getting to the bottom of comments on my phone is like riding the back of a snail much of the time to then have my virtual keyboard test me to the limit, slip to the wrong icon,etc. Excusing myself again I know (while at a real keyboard for feedback visits). Yet you should know your writing is very impressive, always reads as very natural and is always so fluent, fluid and eloquent. in another ten years you will have been a fantastic writer for more than a decade and you must know it 🙂 Of course we all have our continuing journey of learning and development to adventure with and explore and expand. 🙂 Whatever the mix of fact and fiction there is always that chiming of truth, profundity and authenticity. Always such well presented posts and excellent use of images. Very well done with your response – again 🙂

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    1. Dear Colette 🙂

      Your feedback is always precious and you have such kind words to say. I feel elated and overjoyed just by reading your words. Thanks for being so generous and kind. I hope I could keep learning and keep getting encouraged.

      I wish you very best.

      Love and light ❤

      Anand 🙂

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      1. My feeling, or rather, my intention, Anand, is to be honest – not to be kind and generous – although I am happy if such a simple seldom act will bring you joy and elation. May your bliss be ever abundant 😀 and be assured I read more than I comment on and don’t always remember to hit the like button either 🙂

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    1. Thanks for your kind words Ananya. You always encourage me with your words 🙂

      To be safe I would say–it’s a mix of fact and fiction. To a close friend I will say it’s all true LOL 😀

      Love and light ❤
      Anand 🙂

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    1. Oh coming from such a wonderful writer like you, it just makes my heart bloom with happiness. You are a very sensitive and wise person and author and I also get inspired by you 🙂
      LOve and light ❤
      Anand 🙂

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  2. This is so sad, Anand.. you know why? Deduct a decade or two from this story and it becomes someone else’s .. except.. yes, you guessed it.. blithe, foolish and so on … but otherwise, mostly the same.. May I say, even if it sounds pompous? I understand…..

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        1. Oh, alrighty right. I observed this story like a dream–totally detached–so it didn’t seem sad–whatever happened to that character. Thanks a lot Tejasvi; always a pleasure to meet you 🙂

          LOve, light and peace ❤
          Anand 🙂

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                  1. That is left to wise men, such as yourself.. I am just another one of those idiots who raise a point and run away from the debate 😀 ..
                    Nah, Anand.. you are the wise man.. you see a lot more than most other people.. and I would not like to answer you.. good post.. insightful and revealing at the same time.. so leave it be 🙂

                    Take care, good fella. 🙂

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                    1. Hehehe LOL
                      See, no matter how hard you try, your seriousness precedes your blithe and joyous persona. Nothing can convince me of otherwise. You are a wonderful person and very kind and humble too. I am really glad to have come across you in the blogosphere.

                      Love and light, even if you don’t want it!
                      { Let it turn back from your shields }

                      Anand 🙂

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                    2. Hahaha… turn back from my shields?? haha.. so funny.. Anand, you cannot have Vedanta and Star Wars/Star Trek together.. choose the best option 😀

                      But, thank you, Anand, very few people, Anand.. to see it.. you know what I mean..

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  3. Fascinating story-or really series of vignettes. I recall you stating you don’t read fiction. So I have to believe you don’t write fiction. This must all be true. And only the person who wrote it would know these details. This now makes it even more interesting!

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    1. Not reading fiction doesn’t mean not writing fiction 😛

      To keep myself safer, I would say this is a mix of fact and fiction and you can easily sift.

      Thanks for such kind remarks Debbie. You are very kind person.

      Love and light ❤

      Anand 🙂

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      1. Embellished maybe? Lol
        I think much fiction comes from reality, it’s inspired or fantasized. I’m not very creative and I see things in a concrete way-thus my preference for real life writings. But good fiction seems like real life!

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        1. Yes, that’s true. I am not even a budding writer. I am getting inspired by all the wonderful writers. I don’t know how long I am going to be here–but if I do–maybe I will be able to write better 10 years down the line 🙂

          Love and light ❤
          Anand 🙂

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    1. Hello Ankit 🙂

      Thanks for your kind words my friend 🙂

      Though, to keep myself safe, I would say it’s mix f fact and fiction. All fiction has some facts and all fact has fiction.

      Love and light ❤

      Anand 🙂

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