View From The Third Eye

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The Beauty of the Complicated Life…

ComplexityThere’s only one thing in the world, which is complicated yet beautiful; LIFE.

Monday: Jostling with thoughts and memories about the weekend & the past life.

The day starts with the professional mailbox flooding in with emails. As and then I check my mails, and to do task bar, I remember all the work I have been doing as a Marketing Executive. Pending follow ups, updating PR’s, publishing news & data collection etc… I almost feel like you have entered into a different world.

I am so much a different person than I was during my weekend. I almost end up feeling like; the person who spent my weekend was my Alter Ego.

Tuesday: To do list always running at the back of my mind.

The day starts with the memory of Monday’s tasks. Plans for the coming week- I sincerely plan for the events, change in schedules, appointments. I’m so much in sync with my job.

I’m so much like a Monday person, efficient, hard working, where much dedicated to your profession.

Wednesday: Everything thing in sync with my profession.

The day is smooth as butter, which all the work, deadlines and follow ups on the go without much hassle. I plan all the work process, reports and developments for the next week. I do plan for the weekend outings, family get together, friends meet up 😛

But, I am much drifting apart from my professional work. I have plan for my personal life, my career, my passion. I think of things that I can do apart from my professional life.

Thursday: I have a different plan running in my mind.

The day is full off plans, what to do with your weekend, friend, career plans. To do lists for my career, meetings, discussions, tie-ups & your family get together etc.

Friday: I’m out of sync with my job.

I’m no longer determined with my job; I just do work to just end the day. I just want to run home and do those things, which I like the most. I no longer want to work for 9-6 jobs.

I’m losing it; I want to run away from this mechanical life. I end the day which much difficulty and all that I want to do is to get back home and relax.

Saturday: The day of Enjoyment.

The day I was looking for; the way I want my life to be.  My Career is my center of attraction. My subconscious mind is my master, the Master which was submerged.

I do take my career to the upmost level and cherish. I meditate, I live; I’m on my subconscious mind’s control, and I just Love it.

 Sunday: The most genuine part of your life.

This is the day which I like the most. The day spent with my friends and family. The day which is less calculative and less controlled by the technology. I am like the Real ME.

I’m like a super hero of my life. I’m the producer, I’m the director and I’m the actor. I’m so much in sync with my memories and thoughts. I’m so much in sync with myself.

The Monday: I’m so much into a different world again.

The brief description of my weekly tasks is so complicated and yet I love my life.  We all have an Ultimate Gift- The Memory. We all can just switch off and on our memories depending on to the place of work. The Beauty lies in how much you are in sync with your own memory & mind- technology (memo-logy)

The Life is no wonder complicate; yet, you embrace the complexity and you know it’s all defined to be complicated and you just work, live accordingly.  We all are defined to be working in certain manner; you just need to tune yourself in that path, subconsciously.

Kudos to our Memories!!



I have been gifted with a strong sense. I can sense fear, love, danger and losing stuffs etc etc.But when it comes to the sense of smell, I can say I have more than needed sense of smelling things. I normally smell anything I eat. The food first goes into near my nose and then come a step down to reach my mouth. I love the smell of the things I use, eat, drink and write.


My senses all are strange

And it really makes me change.


I like the smell of things

Those frighten others.

I smell those things

Those others find weird.


I like the smell of the hot water,

But, I hate the smell of the toothpaste.

I love the smell of the New Book,

But, I hate the smell of an Ink.


I love the smell of an Old book,

But, I hate the smell of an old cloth.

I like smell of the Rain,

And I like the Smell of a Medicine box


The Smell of an old lady, Smell of the bread,

Smell of the babies. Smell of the hospitals.

And the list goes on…

I love my sense of smell for many reasons. I can smell things which aren’t here. For a fact, my memories start with the smell. I can smell people. I can smell my boyfriend when he isn’t around.

Magical thinking!! Yes I experience this every time.

Today, I am busy working at my desk, surrounded by ringing phones, clacking keyboards, hissing fax machine, flickering monitors. From nowhere I smelt my Boyfriend. Strange!?

Not yet…

I do smell him, in a crowded bus; I turn around and search if he is in the bus. Nope, he is just in my memories.

I think & recall those times, when I have smelt him in this way. I strikes to me that I should post it in the daily post forum. I open the page and I see the post already. I was the 176th person to like that post. And I started to write about it.

And I love my Sense of Smell.


Breathing Room

cloud nineAn extra room has magically been added to my home overnight. WOW! what a gift; that would be my perfect day.

To add on Only three items! That would be even perfect!!!

I would enter with my thoughts, dreams and imagination and let no one enter it. That room would be called as “Imagination and Solitude Room” for a peaceful soul.

Whenever i want to hide from others and be alone with my thoughts, i would rush into that room.

I wanted to be free but they clipped my freedom.
A Thought was inside me, they said, “Don’t swing.”
I meant to soar with my thoughts,
but they built a cage and said, “Call it home.”


A Name for Yourself- Have a View From the Third Eye.

As the phrase says it ‘view from the third eye’ the third eye (also known as the inner eye) is a mysterious concept referring to a speculative invisible eye which provides perception beyond ordinary sight. The third eye refers to the gate that leads to inner realms and spaces of higher consciousness. People who are claimed to have the capacity to utilize their third eyes are sometimes known as seers.

If we can’t become a seer, at least we can have a different vision for the problems we face in day to day life.

Whenever I have a discussion with my friends, colleague, peer group, family and elders about the difficult situations and other problems; I always notice that they tends think only in one single way. Whereas, the same situation will be solved if it’s seen from a different view.

So I Call It A View From The Third Eye.





5 Ways To Open Your Third Eye…

Perfect one!

While surfing net, found this article about opening one’s third eye… Article from 

The third eye is a mystical and esoteric concept referring to a speculative invisible eye which provides perception beyond ordinary sight, here’s how to open yours!


Joe Rogan described them as better than Disney Land, he said if people knew how much fun they were, they would be lining the streets to have a go in one!

Getting in the tank is a bit like getting in a coffin, the idea is to deprive all the senses. Total darkness, total silence, oh and of course , the floating. The tank is filled with water and large amounts of Epsom salt rendering you essentially weightless once you get in, with the water heated to body temperature and all other sense deprived it really is probably the closest feeling you will get to floating in space!

The benefits of being in the tank can be felt for days and sometimes weeks afterwards.The tank can be used for a multitude of things, from understanding your deepest self to mentally preparing for a marathon. The tank claims to help users achieve a brain state often only achieved by those who have spent many years perfecting the art of meditation.


Brainwave entrainment is an assisted form of meditation using sound. The premise is that as the two opposing beats synch up so do our minds and bodies.

Supposedly our bodies are naturally synching to rhythms all around us all the time, it’s just we don’t normally notice it.

Ancient teachings have often used this technology, employing the use of things like singing bowls and shamanic drums to help alter the consciousness state of the participant.

Brainwave entertainment claims to create the same brain waves in minutes that traditional meditation may take years for you to achieve.


Developed by Dr. Dirk Proeckl, a Neurologist and Psychologist, and Dr. Engelbert Winkler, a Psychologist and Psychotherapist, the lucid light machine stimulates different parts of the brain, namely alpha waves, this results in an optical experience which is entirely determined by the viewer’s consciousness.

Whilst sitting in front of the light with eyes shut, the viewers’ mind automatically creates a series of images, taking them on their own personal trip, it can be a great way to understand new sides of yourself.

It is claimed it would take many years of meditation practice to achieve a similar experience.


There are many different forms of yoga.

Shiva Yoga is one that concentrates on the opening of the elusive third eye. Yoga is all about aligning and opening the energy wheels in the body, when they are all working correctly you should be time travelling and visiting new dimensions in no time.


Research suggests that as many as one in four people can and will spontaneously have an astral projection at some point in their lives.

Some people claim to have developed the ability to leave their body at will, and they claim they can access different layers of reality in a ghostly form.

Astral projection is an art and a skill that can take many years to develop through spiritual practice and meditation some people achieve similar experiences through the uses of drugs such as DMT.



148638_169172219776855_100000522351618_500327_2648453_nThink of your longest relationship: describe how your love has changed over time; did you go from the giddiness of infatuation, to mad passion, to deep respect, esteem, and friendship? Tell us about your love story.

You need Relationship/s attached with you to lead your Life; you don’t need a life just to pilot your relations.

Life will be fruitful provided, you let go your relations freely. If you tighten it up with your Prejudice, Pride, Ego and Self Centered love; the relationship will never stay long. The term “Longest Relationship” depends on how you behave in your relationship.

According to me, our love never changes. It can survive the test of time. It should endure the test of time. Relationship never ends, life does. It just shifts its state from one to another. Very seldom, it continues to be the same.  My story is one among them.

Our love story is carried over from our past life. From the time, I realized about the sentiments of the life, family & society; I had an immense love, affection, and lust; whatever you name it. For almost a decade, I never expressed my feelings to him. One fine day, I got the same kind of response from the love of my life. Once we both realized that we had the same kind of feeling for each other. The decade which we had lived felt like just few hours. Though, our relationship had no romantic dates, outings, movies, expensive gifts, candid photos and all; we both understood each other very well. We dint have an opportunity to use cell phones to ping and call one another, every alternate minute. Yet, we conversed through our silence.

Over a period of time, we both realized that we can never make it together till the end. We both decided to move away from each other. It was the most immensely difficult decision for both of us. We had to make a choice between leading a happy life with each other struggling, juggling, and fighting over with your loved ones and to conceal our feelings deep inside our heart.

Our main motto was not to hurt our family and loved ones. We both make a choice to dump our feelings and corpse it deep in our heart. We let go our relationship for the sake of better relationship with our family and society. Our relationship did never end. If this is considered as a LOVE STORY, Yes ours is an everlasting, never ending & the longest relationship ever.

It’s been more than two decades now, but still we have the same feelings in us. The difference is it’s not expressed or felt like others do. If, we have tightened it with our self centered love, we may not be so contended in our life. We may not be happy, but we are contended. Happiness can never be self centered. It is always in keeping others around you happy.

Happiness is in spreading happiness to others. You can never be happy if you tend to be happy at first and then make others happy.

“Life will be fruitful provided, you let go your relations freely.”


Kerwin Rae, a Businessman, coach, mentor, author, investor and International speaker from Australia shares a story.

Once a group of 500 people were attending a seminar. Suddenly the speaker stopped and decided to do a group activity. He started giving each person a balloon. Each person was then asked to write their name on it using a marker pen. Then allthe balloons were collected and put in another room.

The people were then let into that room and asked to find the balloon which had their name written on it within 5 minutes. Everyone was frantically searching for their name, colliding with each other, pushing around others and there was utter chaos.

At the end of 5 minutes no one could find their own balloon.
Then, the speaker asked each person to randomly collect a balloon and give it to the person whose name was written on it. Within minutes everyone had their own balloon.

The speaker then began, “This is happening in our lives. Everyone is frantically looking for happiness all around, not knowing where it is.

Our happiness lies in the happiness of other people. Give them their happiness; you will get your own happiness. And this is the purpose of human life…the pursuit of happiness.”

My most horrible Nightmare ever…

I am living with my boyfriend and my cousin sister. The house is located in the most congested place on earth. The minute you open the door and step out, you can’t even hear to your own thoughts in your mind.  The Street is Jam packed.  The front door is painted as “GOOD CRAP” in the weirdest fonts that are accessible.


One fine day, we three decide to push the boat out for getting liberated by the demon’s effect and its activity from our house. We are leaping with joy and feeling the fresh and relaxed air around.

Days pass by with ease & Joy…

On that particular day, we resolve on to backing up of our camera photos. The camera stops working normally and it will be working the nastiest way ever. During this flash of a second, all our photos from the earlier functions start to reappear; which was seemingly lost or deleted. We take a call to save all the photos and my boyfriend drives to get it reproduced.

I and my cousin agree to freshen up and go for supermarket run. She hurries to her room and me to the kitchen to prepare breakfast. As soon I enter the kitchen, I notice something unusual, a bad odour & I could sense that something is off beam.  I look around for clues and I see a saucepan on the cooktop. The cooktop is on, for god knows how long!? The pan is sizzling red and seemed like scorching with fury.

It looked like it’s going to liquefy at any second. I move closer, and attempt to put it down from the cooktop. Dreadfully, it slips and drops exactly in front of my leg. I headfirst to pick it up and I become conscious that I am in mid-air swaying like a balloon. That very second, I agreed that I am once more a dupe of suspicious demon’s influence.

I don’t give up; I start to hymn Hanuman Chaalis mantra, which seemingly helps you to be brave & to get out of such horribly, frightful things. Regrettably, I can’t even spell one single word. Instead, some bizarre words come out of my mouth. Soon, somehow the Saucepan comes in contact with my hand and my hand is burnt very badly.

Finally, my cousin comes in to the kitchen. With great relief I look out for some kind of help from her. Disappointed, I find that she is not willing to help. She is way too startled & terrified than I am. My love, with an intention to frame our memorable moments from past, lose me to the doorway of the horrifyingly haunting demon’s hand for ever.

I AM DEAD!!! I wake up with a big jolt and I am petrified, palpitating with fear. I look around my dark room and realise it’s the worst nightmare I have had.

to be continued…


We met; he taught me to smile

And we were lost for a while.

We met; he taught me to style

And we were in a trend to entitle.

We met; he taught me to fly

And we were in the fresh air.

We met; he taught me to cry

Which made us tough to say bye.

We met; he taught me to dwell on my mind

Which shifted my dwell to his kind.

We met and I bet to never let me go

But he fated to go with the flow.

We parted for a long time

And set to stay far away for the lifetime.

We met; he taught me to smile

And we were lost for a while.



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Verge of Death…

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…I was dropped back home with the same unfelt feel of reality. I just dropped on the couch to overcome the most straining journey ever. After the wakeup call from the hospital, people around me realized that I was in verge to die.

I was soon rushed to the hospital and admitted. I was running out of the most important part of my blood (platelets) it had come down to such a low level that, all my veins were narrowed. Nurses were struggling to get a vein to put me on IV. I was poked around at as many places at once.

My Blood pressure was running very low. My pulse had reached 30-34. I was hurried away under the Electrocardiography, Scanning, and x-ray within a span of 30 minutes.

I was shocked with the treatment that my body was receiving. The doctor recommended for an immediate transfusion, and advised the nurses to keep a closer eye on me. That moment, I felt like I was under the scanner to know even a minute change in me.

This transition in this one hour put me to a state which made me spooky. I realized that I was on the death bed and anything could happen now. I just wanted to hug my husband so tightly that all of my broken pieces would stick back together. I missed my mommy’s innocent, caring and lovely face. I was worried about my dad. I wanted to meet my best friends. With those thoughts I remembered that I had to meet my friends the next day for a get- together.

With those eternal thoughts, wishes and memories I felt like I was entering into the state of eternal rest. I just wanted say by last lovely words to my lovely people. It was on the verge of death, I could feel the every nano second of life.

I understood that Memories define us. Death is more universal than life; everyone dies but not everyone lives. I lived through it. I felt the verge of death…



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