Unbounded Randomness

I hear voices all the time, even though I live in one of the quietest places on this planet. It is quiet not just because its winter time in United Kingdom where the already miniscule population of this country vanishes under their blankets but mostly because I live alone at this moment. My Dolby stereo surround sound system of my husband, my son and in-laws that I was used to back in India is missing and with it the whole of my life surrounding them is missing. The voices that I hear now, are either the heaters turning on and off, light tapping of rain on roof at night, the ghostly steps of someone going up my staircase and my phone notifications. That’s it. None of these sounds really constitute to the world I ever imagined myself in. And yet I continue to live here. I continue to survive. But recently, I have started listening to much more dangerous voices than ever before. They never seem to leave me alone. Not in the day and not in night. These are the voices in...

It’s almost a fashion now to join a Yoga class, what with all the Yoga trousers, Yoga tops, yoga mats and to top it all - CDS of special divine music to sooth your ears. Could it get any better? Well, I am no exception to this and I just love going to a Yoga class. Partly for the above reasons and partly to keep my body fit and flexible without running on the treadmill endlessly. So, when they announced in the office that there will be new Yoga classes starting every week for office employees, I jumped on the opportunity and enrolled immediately. Now the only task remaining was to convince some other people to join me, so I won’t feel that I am the only one being targeted for a laugh and then do the most interesting task – shop some Yoga clothes and yoga mat. If you are an Indian then it is almost impossible that you have never learnt Yoga. By some or the other means we are always targeted by Yoga teachers at school, or some Yogic in summer camp activities   o...