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Sunil Bhandari

Sunil Bhandari is a poet by compulsion. He says he survives in this world because he can get to write poetry. This podcast is of his poetry.

  1. 3 DAYS AGO

    Before Beauty Takes Its Toll

    There's so much in this world to be unhappy about. The reasons are endless. And we can fallow in the silky self-indulgence of not being in control and letting circumstances take their toll on us.   It's an irony of humankind that in the positioning of action and result, we bring in destiny as a critical component, and instead of letting it be a possible catalyst, we seek to substitute action with it. By further combining it with religious suppositions, we give laziness an exalted position.   And lose out on life.   We face life with slumped shoulders - and a severe indulgence in self-pity. We go to temples to first cajole god, then bribe the poor unsuspecting deity, and finally to confront and demand.   We seek to find happiness as if it's a commodity waiting to be excavated and distributed - as if it is  in short supply hence rationed by celestial diktat.   In all these years if I have learnt anything it is the simple challenge which life throws at each one of us - to use it to the hilt, to challenge it, to confront it, to squeeze it of its last giving life-affirming juice.   We are the stewards and guardians of our own destiny. Only after we've done our work does the magic of any stardust - which we often mistake as god's indulgence - falls on us. If you liked this poem, consider listening to these other poems on the trajectories life takes  -  On Falling and Failing Lemonade at the End of a Buzzing Day A Child Mulling on Life Beside the Sea Subscribe to my newsletter 'The Uncuts' Follow me on Instagram at @sunilgivesup. Get in touch with me on uncutpoetrynow@gmail.com   The details of the music used in this episode are as follows - Last Breath at Dusk by Sunil B Link: https://filmmusic.io/en/song/last -breath-at-dusk Licence:  https://filmmusic.io/standard-license

    5 min
  2. 25 APR

    A Poem as a Gift for a Girl With No Confidence in Herself

    Don't we all know people who are gold - talented, beautiful, attractive - but who deep inside are uncertain about themselves. They doubt their abilities, and for ever (and ever) they look at every decision they take with trepidation, and consider themselves inadequate. And nothing one says to them, nothing, convinces them that they are talented and just fine the way they are.   Until something magical happens. Maybe a poem, maybe a person with insight, maybe a sentence, maybe a song, an art piece - anything which splits something open inside them, and lets out the feelings lying prisoner.   They are able to again look at the mirror and see themselves afresh, not with disgust or inadequacy, but as someone just right, just right to fit into the skin they inhabit, gorgeous because they are flawed, and happy to be who they are.   Is this transformation easy? No. Will it happen in a jiffy? Possibly not.   But when the touch of alchemy comes by, in whatever form, and whatever length of time it might take, it could transform the person. And then it is a resurrection, a rekindling, a reawakening.   And the gold always discernible to others, is the person they recognize as themselves.   If you liked this poem, consider listening to these other poems on how we blossom into the person we truly are -  Lemonade at the End of a Buzzing Day I Have Watched You Make the Ordinary Holy When We Know Love as Found Subscribe to my newsletter 'The Uncuts' Follow me on Instagram at @sunilgivesup. Get in touch with me on uncutpoetrynow@gmail.com   The details of the music used in this episode are as follows - Oil by Sascha Ende Link: https://filmmusic.io/en/song/oil Licence:  https://filmmusic.io/standard-license

    4 min
  3. 11 APR

    Marriage Made Me a Philosopher

    Marriage: it was the end of all illusions and the beginning of philosophy:   marriage was a lesson in impermanence - not an idea, a daily unfolding.   To remain calm in storms not of my making. Dinner is late.       Plans change.           Cushions are moved. I nod, smile, adapt. an ardent disciple of Aurelius.   Closet space shrinks mysteriously. my belongings become philosophical concepts.   Arguments teach a truth: words are insufficient.   “Where do you want to eat?” “Anywhere.” (Anywhere is wrong.) And I discover the absurd as Camus sighs in his grave.   I broach the thesis: “Let’s watch a movie.” I receive the antithesis: “Let’s talk.” And confront the synthesis: talk about why no movie is being watched.   “What did I do wrong?” “I don’t know.” But something is wrong. And thus begins a lifelong inquiry into metaphysics -   what can truly be known?   I examine questions of existentialism: what gives life meaning? Choice?      Duty?          Love?   I lay in bed, see the fan whirl, and ask - what is love, bereft of drama? what is self, when it must bend? what is happiness, when it must be shared?   What, indeed, is life, when it seeks surrender, but masquerades as gift.   Essay: I sometimes feel that a philosopher dissects the deeper meanings of life, only to figure out that it is meaningless.   And invariably, it has to do with human interaction, thought, foibles, decisions, reactions. And within the rigour of its investigation and compulsions is the real time change which humans wrought on each other.   Marriage is the ultimate test of change and resilience. Crafted inside the crucible of love, it continuously tests the human power to forbear, resist, surrender and claim victory in survival.   A less cynical view would view the wedded journey as a partnership which keeps on recalibrating itself until it hits a rhythm and a seamless marching cadence.   In actuality it is a flawed construct, with a societal burden of "till death do us part". Which of course provides a longevity to breeding, rearing and mutual survival, but comes up wanting in providing universal succour.   We are complex creatures. Feeling, hurt, chemistry, comfort, vulnerability, ego, belief, residual memory, remembrance, all swirl inside us like a Milky Way seeking their pre-eminence. And invariably coming up short when sought singularly. Luckily we are social creatures , necessarily living in a world which won't exist if not for cohabitation and coexistence.   Thus ironically, the most successful marriages are the ones which recognise this need and build an ecosystem of relationships rather than one rooted in ownership, bound in jealousy, and closeted in insecurity.   And just this musing is what makes a simple man transition into philosophy.   Unknowingly, a man walks into marriage a simple human being  and walks out wiser.   If you liked this poem, consider listening to these other poems on marriage and its consequences -  She's a Fierce One, My One Love's Night of the Long Knives How She Knew (that he was unfaithful) Subscribe to my newsletter 'The Uncuts' Follow me on Instagram at @sunilgivesup. Get in touch with me on uncutpoetrynow@gmail.com   The details of the music used in this episode are as follows - Rising Sun by Sascha Ende Link: https://filmmusic.io/en/song/rising-sun Licence:  https://filmmusic.io/standard-license

    6 min

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Sunil Bhandari is a poet by compulsion. He says he survives in this world because he can get to write poetry. This podcast is of his poetry.