Death, The Inevitable

Facebook is giving me a great heartburn these days. It is changed to a platform where people dressed in latest trendy clothes are celebrating birthdays in style, which gives me acute heartburn, though I always 'like' such updates and post comments like- nice, awesome, good. Even I was carried away by such illusions. I felt like dancing to everyone's tunes but forgotten to listen the music of my own heart. I call myself a great "plagiarist", as the above lines were sent by one of my friends as a text message. 

To escape the heartburn and find some solace, I resort to any magazine. It cheers me up to imagine that ultimately everyone will meet the same fate. I've been pondering on the word 'death' from the day I watched the movie 'The Final Destination'.

Sometimes, I wonder as to what will happen to my body of which i take care with all my life. What if I were cremated as a Hindu? I am quite averse to burning. The Christian and Muslim ways of saying goodbye to this world are no less horrible. 

I don't know how Christians and Muslims do it. But, we Hindus do it the way our ancestors made us to do. We begin our projects with a prayer to God. Whether as students we go to appear in exams, or as businessmen and politicians step out to make important deals especially the corrupt ones, we sincerely bow our heads in front of our gods. 

I love God because I have a soft spot for bad boys and he is the baddest of them all. I didn't use the degrees 'worse or worst' here because I'd a vehement dislike for those words as they sound very wussy. What? You don't think he is bad? Try to imagine all the bad things happening around this world. If thinking is too much an effort, open any newspaper. Don't like newspapers? Oh, I see you are a hard nut to crack. In that case, I would ask you to read any holy book. You are simply frustrating right! Pick any one from any religion.

He works very hard to keep his creatures in pain, anger, hunger and ignorance. He enjoys making us suffer like how humans enjoy the bullfights and cockfights. A plethora of emotions sailed over me after getting this thought.                                               

                                                      

To that omnipotent, omnipresent, omniscient God, I pray with all my heart, lungs and even kidneys, Oh God, save this world. Please don't let my people who are oblivious to the reality, know it was you who created this world for the people to dwell. 

May Cause Envy!

when i was a kid i used to be jealous whenever something had happened really exciting to people around me. I remember when my best friend "akshath" used to come to school in a maruti car, i seethed with jealousy. I thought that it was so unfair that he was blessed with all the bliss in the world. I was jealous and was even angry that his father was a man of means. 

When something really good happened to akshath i felt that " i wish i was akshath". Not only with akshath, i used to feel envy when someone was happy and i remember saying in my mind " darnit, i wish i was him/her". Though all the others would think that i was a man after their heart, i felt envy and i couldn't recover from that feel and i was unable to talk with them. I would escape saying that there was a frog in my throat. 

The strange thing is that i felt jealous only when something good happened to them. I wasn't able to get the reason why i was not jealous when their parents abandoned trick-or-treating for silly reasons. I was in a dizzy sensation. That day i realized that i was a hard nut to crack. 

I had asked my father and complained him about the above situation of mine every time i returned from school. He told me that other's life is no more perfect than yours. Stop desiring to be another individual and simply acknowledge that sometimes you cannot get what others have. I love my dad. 

I silenced my voice and it had started to make sense. The next time something great happened to akshath, i didn't have the same response. Instead of envying him, i was just able to snap out of the ugly reactions. When a friend would share really good with me, i enjoyed his happiness. 

Once my attitude changed, i felt comfortable and i was totally happy for the joys of others. And also i felt total compassion for those who were in despair. 

If we see ourselves in others, we may not get jealous. It would be silly if we feel jealous of ourselves right? and that's how i thought everyone as a piece of mine.
When we feel jealous of others, we would be disconnecting from a live world and that will be the end of our world. If something bad happens to others and if we think that " thank god that wasn't me", stop thinking because it was on ourselves we are feeling envy on. 

I have some friends who feel happy when i share good news with them and i'm very fortunate to have them. I love you all machhas. When we are comfortable with who we are and what we have, we will stop being jealous of others.

The situation of being jealous on akshath crept into my mind when i recently met him. People change with time. The ones with whom we are happy now may depart in no time. Go on living each moment and strive to be a good human. Kill all the "arishadvargas" which are the fundamental tenets of this kaliyuga. 

Power Up !!

The above phrase entered my mind when i first heard about the power outage in India during the month of july 2012.

It was simply a war on electricity by more than 800 million Indians, who have been scaring away the electrons for several hours. Such minor skirmishes are not new for us. After all, our's is the only country where Kirchoff's laws cannot be applied practically. 

Most of us have grown up fighting against power cuts. It could be a big deal for so called developed nations; they would have perished under such circumstances as their weather conditions and infrastructure are not compatible with power failures at all.

Let them enjoy their uninterrupted power supply, while we have fun in our own ways. We are basically laid-back, easy-going and resigned people. The aggressiveness you may notice in daily life, on roads or at work places, is just superficial. Our service providers remains extremely patient and spiritually blissful.

But our consumers have their own joyous moments when they draw unauthorized electricity, manipulate their meters and having settings with the linemen. 

Hence, whenever there is power-cut, everyone enjoys the punishment. A widespread outage is similar to a group punishment given to a whole class of students in a school for their unruly behavior. Only the honest folks are left fuming. But who had asked them to be honest in the first place? I would ask, "did any doctor prescribe 'honesty' to them? 

Had we fancied electricity even a bit, instead of copying the western technologies, we would have invented and implemented our own ways of producing it from solar energy. India is blessed with so much sunlight through out the year that if we started capturing and using solar energy efficiently, we would become a leader in the energy sector. Who knows, we could even become filthy rich like the gulf countries, and then could build the best infrastructure to all the citizens of India.

But that will need a lot of effort and those who can bring such a change are already living comfortable, laid-back lives with the help of natural manual labor, which is another renewable energy found in abundance in India.

We are the proof that Indians can live and multiply successfully without electricity. In future, when the other countries will have depleted their conventional energy resources, we will be still strong and singing "ham jee sakte.. jab tak hai jaan.. jab tak hai jaan..... !! " 

The Alphabet Of Hope

Suddenly, i have a feeling that i have lost something very vital. I was thrown into a deep space and was dubious about being dead or alive. I lost all the earthly thing in me. 

 

Sometimes, I feel very weak and so i was happy that the dead cannot feel anything and i was happy that i was thinking but the dead cannot.

I cannot remember the past which is almost hazy. I even don't know who has kept me in this situation. Are they friends?? or foes?? 

 

I don't know why all these things are creeping into my mind. I was tired of abusing myself a CRAFT ( Cant Remember a Freaking Thing). 

 

I tried to concentrate to recover my memory but whenever i did this, it just stopped my thinking process. I was totally in despair now. 

 

For all the living things, the only one who listens to one's sufferings is GOD. 

        I asked him why all this is happening to me. He replied soon as if i wrote an "RSVP" in a letter and posted to  him. I was taken to awe when he finally said in the words of swami vivekananda

 

"To know thyself" is the highest and practically the end of all knowledge which a man wants to acquire. 

 

After this i was not fetching for what i had lost. The dilemma of "dead or alive" came to an end when i realized that it was "FEAR" what i had lost. This realization made me smile a bit. 

SILENT ROARS

It is not usual that i attend marriage ceremonies. One day, i was in a marriage ceremony of my neighbour's daughter. The atmosphere there is scintillating with all the somersaults, lullabies for making the small children asleep. Watching them i felt a strong euphoria to go back to my childhood... :-(

I was sitting on a chair in the hall, while my eyes were on a small child & a father sitting beside me. The child was playful. She had a cute smile, cute voice and i liked to live that moment. She was indeed beautiful in her dress. Her father was playing with the child saying "you were not born to your mother. We found you somewhere. ". 

Listening to her father, the child was thinking eagerly and she lost all her glow on her face. Mean while we all left for dinner in a jiffy. The child followed her father to dine. 

I could not stop myself playing with her. When i asked for her name, her reply made me awe struck. her reply was, " I don't know what my name is, i was found somewhere to my parents". She left the place saying those words.  

After dinner, the child asked her father that she wanted to sleep. Her father arranged some chairs in a row to let her sleep there. It was midnight and the child got up. With a pale face she asked her father if he was sure that her parents found her somewhere.

My eyes were moist then. Her father hugged her tightly and his eyes were moist too. How deep a simple thing went in the girl's heart!!! . . 

Crushed and crumpled in pain,

i see her tears pouring like rain.

In the sea of tears, i was submerging then. How i wish i was good at mending!!!

So friends, even simple things for us matters a lot for some others.           

    Never belittle simple things

SMILE... and the world is yours

Smile.. Smile... Smile... I wonder why when someone smiles at me, I cannot help myself smiling back. 

Is smile infectious???

Is it contagious???

A smile can transform faces. Everyone likes to be around someone who smiles easily and everyone appreciates the person who can make others smile with them. Sometimes my heart gibbers a lot about smiling. 

Smile and the world smiles with you,

cry and you cry alone

The "secret" of smiling is no secret at all. We often think skeptic about smiling. If you find any situation going eerie remember the secret of smile. Smile often comes under one of the hedonistic characters. 

 

How powerful a small thing like 'a smile' can be!! A smile can connect perfect strangers as they rush about their work. Smiling is a natural drug which is free all the time and a gift we can pass on to everyone even self.

A smile from another person can lessen life's severity and that smile can trigger lifelong friendships. I find many persons everyday who smiles back at me watching me smiling.. A smile can always skip a beat in others hearts.

 

If we choose to ignore a smile, we miss out on a great gift of friendship.

Always have a thought that "If you smile at someone, they might smile back"

WEAR A SMILE, ONE SIZE FITS ALL

JOURNEY ON A WEEKEND

On this sunday, 27th may, i had a journey to vijayawada, my favourite city. my journey was in a jipsy. By the time i reached the highway, it started drizzling. Many thoughts were swarming in my mind like a pack of bees in a beehive which has been disturbed. 

All of a sudden i inhaled the fresh revitalizing scent of the wet soil. Each time the car's wiper would mop the windscreeen, sending splashes of rainwater off the side, everything infront of me would appear clean n clear for a split of second and then it would go blur again.

Indeed, i couldn't control my thoughts then.. they went on around my crush in my school days.

"Things would have been simpler if humans were born with only a brain. The addition of heart has bought all the complexities in this world"

           

This quote sounded right at that time for me.

 

The previous night i somehow got her contact. I texted her for the first time and the anticipation of receiving her text was tickling me inside. But i was disappointed.