Depression is a reality with everyone. What’s important is the ability to move on.
~ Pawan Mishra
Our perception could either be our path to nirvana or an invisible cage that bottles us up.
Sometimes we all get dusty by a few mundane and tiring affairs—and merely need a gentle soul wash to see, and get deeply entangled with, the fervors of life again.
Perception is to be blamed. It, if given due attention, keeps changing.
Relationships are the flavors of life.
O woman, thou art my imperfection!
As soon as anger knocks at one’s door, wisdom prepares to leave.
There is no God for sure, else how could one justify terminal diseases in small kids?
I have died every day in my mind with disgust for not being able to protect my own children.
The underprivileged are byproduct of society’s material progress.
Psychos are in uniform circulation in society.
A life without sweets is not much worth living.
Sometimes fate just plays a strange scrabble.
One needs to pursue some sort of a creative interest in order to keep life from eating us alive.
It’s strange how necessary it is to have problems to be able to prepare for avoiding future disasters.
You aren’t in the ivy halls of your miserable literature pursuit now. Without wasting more time, will thou cometh to the pointeth? Dost thou wanteth us to stayeth or leaveth?
To his shock, as Saarang turned the first page, the words slowly transformed into small cylinders, except for one-letter words which preferred being spheres, and started rolling toward the vertical edges of the book.
You are the biggest enemy of your own sleep.
The traditional techniques used in getting sleep aren’t much effective any longer and our sleep techniques need to evolve as rapidly as our life style has, in order to cope with it.
The Sleep Problem today is not as much about being able to sleep for 7 hours, it is more about being able to sleep when you are ready to.
If the world leaders can afford a 7 hours sleep, most of us probably can too.
Let’s imagine a running washing machine. Let’s imagine the dirty clothes in the machine and how the liquid detergent is getting the dirt out of clothes and draining it to the waste outlet. Now imagine brain surrounded by a large pool of cleaning fluid called CSF (cerebrospinal fluid). Imagine CSF pulling the wastes from inside the brain and draining it into the blood, which routes it to the waste outlets. CSF clears waste many times faster in sleeping brain than in the waking brain.
Tonight is going to be a big night, like any other night, because certain 10 million Americans will not be able to sleep well tonight.
Our current bittersweet relationship with our sleep hasn’t had a long history.
Our faster than ever evolution has resulted in our undermining certain incredibly important aspects of humanity—like our sleep.
A breach in trust brings mistrust, followed by a multitude of troubles.
After all, nothing nurtures a friendship bond more than the ability to consistently bitch about someone else!
The problems are here to stay. We need to find a way to deal with them.
The art wouldn’t complain if we leave her alone. Losing a touch with art, however, is losing a touch with our imagination.
The loss of a reliance on others often helpfully forces a more sophisticated rumination that enables the opening of previously unknown avenues.
If you really want to talk to the big boss now, make sure you leave your balls here with me, for he likes no balls on people he is talking to.
The obvious matters are more imperceptible today.
I may just be on the outskirts of being okay.
It’s not the obviousness or the complexity of the things that’s deftly deluding mankind. It’s man himself.
There is no point in housing troubles inside your underwear if you can’t solve them by yourself.
Is that the biggest favor your vocal cords have done to anyone this week?
There are a thousand beautiful women out there, but only a handful of them possess the grace required by such beauty to stop it from looking ugly.
Fate has this weird way of making your wish come true by supplementing it with ten other spiteful things.
We had firsthand witnessed the ethereal evil of crushing hope just when it had peaked—like an open door, visible to you as you approach it from miles away, just closing on you when you have only two more yards to go.
Anyone can lecture from the butt, only very few can act.
