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"Jump and the net would appear", I had always believed. Left India to find my passion and became a filmmaker in US, and then left US to find my stories and became a wanderer in India. With a gifted camera and free spirit, life took me from one ashram to another, made me humbled in presence of one teacher to another till finally one of them said " go find your truth"....in an effort of doing that..one story at a time :)

Advait

Advait,which means oneness is a story of search of a dream. I would like to call it a fiction but cannot deny, my own life's essence in it. I couldn't finish the story as my own journey is still in the process of unfolding.

Chapters:


Womb (Advait: part 1)
And it just happened one day.Right in the middle of a shoot, in the middle of a scene, in the middle of a multi million set, built to bring my dream...


Calling (Advait: part 2)
11 am, I find myself sitting in the third compartment of a train. I try to hide my face as few passers by, try to look and give this known familiar...


Stories (Advait part 3)
I don’t know how long, I slept. My dreams never made sense to me. They always felt obscure, fragmented, and sometimes very claustrophobic. They woke...



City of Death (Advait: part 4)
It was past midnight when I reached Baneras, also known as Kashi, also known as city of death. People come here to die, to attain nirvana. I had an...


Advait part 5 (The Burning Ghat)
After the customary bath in Ganga, I proceeded towards the holiest of holy temple in Banaras. Passing through the narrow lanes, filled with small...


Advait part 6  (The River)
Did I always wanted to do this? or was it another escape another illusion ? One thing for sure, my heart longed for it. What lies deep within somehow...

Advait part 7 (Circle)
First step like always is most difficult...Life tests your soul to make sure if you are ready for the journey.Clearly it was not easy for me either....


Advait part 8 (Source)
I felt naked, standing before the entire auditorium filled with people. It was screening of my first film. Never felt so uncomfortable, vulnerable,...



Advait part 9  (Companion)
I would have died if it wasn’t for Gopala. Inquisitive as he was, he followed me when he saw me walking towards the woods. I still felt dizzy; it...



Advait part 10 ( Unfurl )
I never really had friends so gradually became accustomed to myself and liked it more than any body else. Never too good in studies, last one to be...



Advait part 11 (Non-attchment)
“An effort to detach from suffering is a form of suffering itself.” Buddha’s entire life effort was to get humanity rid of suffering. And to achieve...


Advait part 12 ( Surrender)
Asa…. Nisi…. Masa….Very softly the magician muttered these words in Guido’s ears. We go a long way in our lives from where we begin. There comes a...


Advait part 13 (Separation)
“Today, on ides of March, a day when Caesar was slayed by his closest friend Brutus, we make a pact that separated we will never be, together we will...


Advait part 14 (Seeking)
“Don’t leave me,” he almost cried. “Together we came so far” “ You have already left me my dearest Gopal, just like the ascetics in the past. But...


Advait Part 15 (Leap)
Never before did I felt silence was more meaning full, never before did I felt more convinced and never before did I felt the longing to accept...


Advait part 16 (My kamala)
I missed her today.The myth...



Advait part 17 ( Give & Recieve)
Why do we need to give? Without it you’ll perish, said the old beggar.The trees, the clouds, the earth, the river and every living beings know…to...


Advait Part 18  (Service)
“Believe in something bigger than yourself” My heart told me and led me to the land of service, Ahmedabad.Next to a river, sitting in a mud house,...


Advait Part19 (Withering of the rose)
Wonder, do you ever what life beholds for you? Like a child we make our plans, grandeur in its nature, and like a child, destiny plays with it. It...


Advait Part 20 ( proving our existence)
Why this tremendous urge to express? I use to ask myself while I lived like a filmmaker. God was infected with the same desire as well. He manifested...


Advait part 21 (The open road )
Once, don’t remember how old I was, may be 13, I tried to run away from my home. Probably it was evening when I left on my little red bicycle. Sun...




Advait part 22 (Back to River)
Pic CreditAshram of the Mahatma, next to the river was now my new home. Hasmukh Bhai they called me. I seldom spoke however surprisingly always had...

and the journey continues....