Kite flying with a little difference..

Kite flying was the favourite outdoor game in my childhood. Throughout the day in the school which was very nearby my home, I used to peep from the window and tried to look on the kites that used to fly in the sky. I desperately waited for the final bell in the school and once school was over, used to almost run towards home. Once reached home literally after throwing my bag I used to run to the terrace in the same school uniform without even caring to loosen the tie knots. Winter and early autumn was the season of kite flying in our town.

Holding String in my hand, eyes focussed completely on the kite and observing its twist and turns in the infinite blue serene sky always took me into a completely different world. This was the time when I was least bothered about the other worldly affairs. It became the centre of all my emotions, my happiness, my goals, my frustrations and satisfaction. It was the time of letting go all the weight that my little brain used to carry those days. This was the time probably when I was completely myself.

Keeping the conscious layers aside my mind used to somehow penetrate subconsciously into my unconscious part. It was a process of self discovery for me. After the sunset, switching into my routine life, my mind always had a sense of deep relaxation and rejuvenation. Reflecting upon it now gives me the understanding that probably this was my first ever actual act of creativity. This was the act of meditation without even knowing the meaning of it. Who says that one has to know meditation before doing it and it is the sole proprietorship of few handful. Meditation is the letting go of the self and when it happens creativity blossoms, creating new space and dimensions for higher intelligence to act through us. That intelligence is not computing and measuring things in terms of profit and loss which our computer does many times better than us.

During kite flying, although my mind was very attentive and quite, it never was in the inert state. This was time when the chattering of thoughts used to subsidize and there was enough space in the mind. There was enough space in front of eyes in the sky and similarly ample space even in my inner world. This inner space always gave rise to the waves of imagination. The greater was the inner space the higher were the tides of imagination.  Simultaneously as kite tried to peep beyond the horizon, my imagination kept gaining new highs.

Every meditative act is an act of creativity. Any act could be meditative, creative and divine. The thing that matter is how close it is to one’s heart and with how much affection and passion one does it.  A player on the cricket field could be far more nearer to the heaven than any saint delivering sermons and chanting mantras in a temple.

Kiteflyers is  a blog meant for giving imagination the complete freedom. Like kite sores high by unwinding its string while still being attached to it , imagination reaches new highs by letting mind unwind itself from all the daily 9 to 6 routine hassles while still being connected with one's logic and acting within purview of intelligence. Driver of a bus does not do the journey alone but even the passengers in the bus are too covering the equal distances. A writer creates magic thorough his book. But the story doesn’t  ends there. Even the readers while reading it are equally the part of that creative process. Hopefully, this blog will provide a platform through which the writer as well as readers holding each other’s hand could simultaneously do the journey together and be able to stretch , expand ones’s horizon and look beyond it.