Momentary Thoughts

Discpline And Creativity

2010-10-02T21:16:00.001+05:30

One of the many questions that always batters my mind is that, is Discipline and Creativity can go side by side ..

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My mother's take on this question was that a disciplined life paves path for happiness and she believes that youth has infinite energy and if that energy is harnessed then it can provide something fruitful to our society ..

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My father's take on discipline too is somewhat same although he believes that discipline should come inherently to a person after attaining an age ..
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On creativity there is no as such stands of my parents maybe they couldn't give a thought about it as I feel after being a parent they dedicated themselves in my upbringing..
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They gave me ample freedom to express my thoughts but the levied a burden of expectations on my shoulder that I should myself understand their sentiment and behave accordingly .. FREEDOM certainly comes at COST..
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Now I share my stand on this topic,
Disciple is necessary for managing resources of any type even humans are resources too.I admit it since behaviour of my juniors in college force me to believe it ..
I always belived in pure democratic models undoubtedly it may create chaotic environment but what comes out of chaos is something very exotic.

Like when during 'Samudra Manthan' the sea was churned there was chaos but the final outcome was the ELIXIR of LIFE..
Even in Greek mythology it was believed that there was NOTHINGNESS and then there WAS a chaos from which GAEA the fertile EARTH and PONTUS the God of Sea was born ..

I believe that discipline cannot support creation but it supports evolution undoubtedly..

I would share an instance of my life few months ago I created my schedule I have three blogs and Sunday was the day assigned to make blog posts but unfortunately it failed i'll share the links http://amarkobita-tuplu.blogspot.com/ , http://bit-byte-bit.blogspot.com/ ..
And I am posting a post on Saturday ..

Although I say that DISCIPLINE supports EVOLUTION one should keep in mind that if DISCIPLINE is practised with PURITANISM then EXTINCTION is inevitable ...

... I want to be free but till I am in this strange amalgamation of BRAHAMCHARYA and KAAM I can neither be pure democrat nor a disciplined fellow. So I would like the readers to post comments so it may help me to device out a fair equation of trade-off between these extremes ..

Can I be like my Dad ?

2010-06-18T22:25:00.004+05:30

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One of the most thing that I covet to and dread to is to be like my dad.

This opening statement may sound very contradictory but I too have a logic for hanging myself between two extreme states. When I was a child my father was my role model and still he is the difference between the thoughts of the childish me and present me is that when I was child I wanted to be like my father and even imagined that I would whack up my son when he will do something wrong but eventually I understood that how tough it is (now at this age when adolescence in me has almost perished ) to become father.

To be a father he has to lay his shoulder so the burden and responsibility of fatherhood can be levied on him. I feel when a man is in under such constraints he tends to loose himself and rather exploring him self he paves path for his child.

May be lord Buddha was a great saint may be he had conquered his inner self but when I compare him with my father he maybe intellectually superior but at the same time he stands nowhere in front of my father he failed badly to impart his duty as a father and husband.

After all this world follows the trade off rule “quid pro quo” some thing for something,I love my father most but in future I may not be a meticulous father like mine but want to make my fathers name engraved in a golden plaque and immortalize his name and make justice by walking forward in the path lit by his motivations .

But on other hand when I think of denouncing the world I am triggered by a thought that good fathers too is a necessity of the society so it can produce good intellectuals.

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Why was the lizard afraid

2009-09-19T13:56:00.003+05:30

I do not have any formal pets like dogs,cats,mynas etc.
But have many in formal ones like lizard,ants and other pests are my pets.

Recently I was sitting all by myself and was feeling that there was scarcity of time as the next day it was a mid-term examination and there was lot of pending chapters to be studied and I was feeling somewhat nervous.

Suddenly I noticed a house lizard was having a neon tube-bath or was waiting for any insect.
Distance between me and the lizard was approximately 2.5 feet.

Out of laziness I stretched my hands out and like a lightning that reptile ran out of the open window and I never bothered to get up and find him as I lack that industrious spirit .

"Why was the lizard afraid?" it was like a million dollar question to me.

I tried to wear the boots of lizard rather to say it in a better way I tried to imagine like the lizard may had imagined.
"He must have felt that I was a greater reptile who wanted to devour him"
The Lizard misjudged me,

For,I am neither a reptile nor have taste of eating house lizards.

We are too like that meek lizard and feel that the situation we are facing is abhorrent one but really is it so.Even the worst of the worst situation adds the shining gem experience in life which is most valuable achievement,some times we have a mere apprehension that we would facing hardships.

And in final words I would say,"If we disbelief in Sun then it would never shine."

The Drops of Hope

2009-07-01T18:12:00.003+05:30

Two days back the boisterous heat of the sun had tormented the land.
While I was standing on my balcony and watching the stray dogs taking an afternoon nap under the haphazardly parked car on the pavement.

Suddenly a drop of water struck on my forehead and trickled down my nose to the ground and vanished.
The ground was so lifeless as it was petrified by the sight of cremation of poor farmers who hoped for the sign of life till their last breath.

This drop the martyr rain drop was one amongst all other raindrops who were not able to gather courage to shower.He gathered courage and came down and was annihilated soon but his vapors gave others a new spirit to rise and then the cloud ambushed the soil.

The tyrant had fallen down.

Similarly ,in our life we should not be afraid to work out our visions may be the starting road be strewn with thorns but we should not be afraid to purge the soil with our blood to make our vision physically feasible ..

Today Rose is More Rubier

2009-06-28T17:34:00.002+05:30

Today in the morning I was strolling on my terrace and I saw a little rose peeping from a rose shrub planted in the terrace garden.
That rose was not usual ,it looked quite frail and weaker than her sibling who grew in Spring.
Although this season is not of love or romance as Nature is wrecking havoc by spreading heat and making soil arid devoid of moisture.That moisture is an essential component for growth and life.

But still she grew she neither had fragrance nor that beauty. I pitied on that flower and went down stairs to my study.After an hour I returned to terrace to turn off the stop cork of the overhead tank.

To my surprise I saw a honey bee buzzing over that flower.
I asked that bee that why was he buzzing over that frail weak flower.
He said to me ,
" The flower actually seemed to be weak but it was not. For only the eyes of the connoisseur can evaluate the beauty."
He continued,
"Today the rose is more rubier because, She dared to stand up against the bleak climate. Although she would dry up soon but physical annihilation is inevitable .... "
I got the food for thought this morning and vowed to make my life a 'magnum opus' and never be afraid to face boisterous circumstances and rise up like Phoneix after each fall.....

Me and Mine {अहं बोध }

2009-06-24T08:36:00.003+05:30

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'Me and Mine' are three words which generally govern our life the first and foremost thing in our life which we recognize is 'Me' without 'Me' everything is incomplete for us.
This 'Me' gives birth to another word i.e. 'Mine' it always signifies a proud possession as we always claim things as our own if we are proud of it and shrug of if it does not give wings to your vanity.
If there were no words such as 'Me and Mine' then there would have been neither love nor attachments.But these attachments give birth to expectations and ceaseless trauma.
Honestly speaking my mother gives me an adjective that I am the most self centered person she has ever seen in her life because I only care about myself.But most of the people even my teachers in school felt that I was one of the most selfless person because I was devoid of fashion and beautiful apparels and accessories .
But my mother is correct upon introspection I found out that I love my self most and desired to do something worthwhile to make my self immortal and I really never cared about my kins nor anyone.
Oftenly I feel if I was a truly selfless man then what my life would have been like I have till now not found a man free from 'Me and Mine' not even my ideal 'Buddha' whom I adore most may be it is my skeptic bent of mind and I feel spirit of Antisthenes is motivating me to be a follower of cynic philosphy.
Finally on ending note I say that,
"Every one has certain ambitions may be it is in physical sense or metaphysical sense the desire and quest for gold or for truth is more or less the same on abstract terms.
And a man without desire and curiosity is more or less dead."

Mother and 'MAYA'

2009-06-21T08:25:00.005+05:30

image:(La Charite:Brogreau)
Whenever I see this picture I always try to decipher what is actually maternal love is, I really try hard to understand how mother can love her children more than anything else.
Why a child is greatest treasure ever possessed by mother.
I once asked my mother that why a mother tries to protect her children . She said that right from the existence of child in womb mother protects fetus in the amniotic sac she gives her nutrients through the umbilical chords.
Right after the infant is born she breastfeed the infant and when the child grows up she even gives her part of the loaf if child needs.
I asked her, would she feed a poor fellow who is desperately needy on my food.
To my surprise she said no she can feed that poor fellow on her food but wouldn't give mine.
I told her that she was biased.
She told me that she was a simple mother not "jagat mata" i.e mother to all.
She continued that love,attachments('maya') are beyond philosophy or logic.
She said,
"Whenever I see you in pain or trauma it hurts me most, I even know that we are not attached like twins or it is not even that i am ignorant about the fact that mortals are prone to pain or grief and if you consider my feelings as a distorted and biased view of mother then you must admit too that life is series of known follies and sometime we are too weak to be rational."

She ended while saying that I would not realize what is motherhood with a skeptic mind.

The Innocence

2009-06-13T18:05:00.005+05:30

One of the finest French painters William Brogreau had painted a woman who was holding a lamb and
an infant to her breast. These three elements of the painting were spreading an aura of innocence on
their visage.
Alas! The world does not see its contemporary species with same spectrum. Though the seven deadly
sins have overshadowed seven eternal virtues and seven hues of the holy rainbow is tainted to that
undefined obscure satanic chrome.
Malice, prejudice and ignorance are breeding like a scrounger in the vivacious blood of Mother Nature.
The so called race of enlightened creature is out beating the species that danced on the carcass and
reveled on the knoll of dead.
The deep noble beliefs of ancient philosophers and philanthropists are mystically disappearing as those
depths are filled by unawareness, callousness and bigoted views. The free will and free knowledge of
free souls has been damned by the huge bleak wall which is hiding the obelisk of ceaseless harmony.
The life of the creatures that were crafted as the divine image of the Omnipotent are chained in the
satanic wheel of slavery instead of the eternal wheel of truth and freedom.
Who is responsible for our moral and ethical degradation? Is it the striking lure of the Devil or the
negligence of Holy Spirit?
No! None of them can be held responsible for our own faults. We ourselves are lacking reason and
foresight .We are unsure that whom we should follow. Our eyes are flashed by the superficial glow of
the base and uncouth mettle. We are deceiving ourselves by trying to relish on the labor of other
creatures. We are a coward, who is afraid to shed his own sweat and blood to the soil to make it fertile.
The bag of mirth and love hides behind the labors of our own. We often feel that satisfaction is a kind
of powerlessness that hinders our progress but satisfaction is the key of happiness.
I only pray to God that the fetus that sleeps inside the womb of mother may inherit the virtues and
discard the vices. Then I am sure that the satanic hue (which was draping Gods most creative
enterprise) would be washed away and seven lively colours of rainbow and that mystical radiance of
innocence can be figured from each and every living children of Gaia.
- Nilanjan Bhattacharya

Resonance

2009-06-10T19:47:00.000+05:30

Today I was standing at my balcony and watching a marriage procession passing by I am not a keen viewer of marriage processions but that sound really disturbed me.

As one of the most common phenomenon I saw people were dancing with the music and other people like me who were least bothered were making faces and literally felt that sound awful.

While watching this whole show I really felt that ‘Paramatma’ or the epitome of human spiritual quest was some what similar to music. Both do not exist physically yet has the power to drive the human being or living creatures.

What is God and what is Paramatma, I feel God or deities are crude and physical form of Paramatma. If one try rise above the physical realm of earth and Judge God he would feel that God is Paramatma and all the elements present in God is present.

Then why we consider God superior, it is really because God is emotionless i.e. The god is concept like of an ideal machine, God is neutral he neither pleased to see a new born nor he sad to see death. However how much rational we become we are swayed by emotions.

Why can’t we really be God?

The input and output of an ideal machine is same because there is no frictional loss.

The role of friction is played by emotion. Suppose we remove all friction from the Practical machine will it run? No it cannot friction is the driving cause of machine so is the emotions for human.

If we really give up all emotions we would be in a state of enlightment, not all can become Buddha but one may try to tend to perfection.

Well in ending note I would say,

“Thoughts are the most integral part of human and thought should resonate to utmost human spirit i.e. Of Paramatma to make our life free from traumas if not free it can surely reduce the problems”

Wordsworth the Rascal

2009-06-09T20:16:00.001+05:30

Long back when I was studying in Middle School, one of my class fellows was saying that the greatest rascal born on this earth was William Wordsworth that bloody impotent nature poet.

I asked that fellow why he was so harsh on William Wordsworth, he said that rascal wrote ‘Solitary Reaper’ ages back to trouble the forthcoming generations he also said why these poets are born, maybe God feels that we are less vexed with our daily and to multiply our sorrow they send these hellish creatures.

I was dumbstruck I do not know why but that very poem has always been my source of inspiration, to make do the things I wanted to do without caring about the world.

“Behold her single in the field

Yon solitary highland lass

Reaping and singing by herself

Stop here or gently pass.”-William Wordsworth

Now I think that child was not wrong in his part for ill criticizing that poet.

I feel that it is necessary that one must have a perception for literature to some the words of poets may appear juggling and sign of mere foolery. It is not that one may not develop love for literature. One may fell in love with any subject at any point of time if and only if that subject appeals him and force him to think.

That student hated Wordsworth because he had to learn the questions/answers of the poem given by his teacher that child had to memorize the notes. If one wastes his time in memorizing things then when will he get time to really think about it. Memorizing is different from understanding a thing.

Suppose a man memorizes few additions (viz. 2+2=4,5+2=7….etc but not 5+6=11) he may feel that he knows addition but actually he doesn’t when he would have to add some unknown values he would be stuck.

Similar, dilemma is faced by Mathematics it is branded as a mechanical and hard procedural subject but actually it is a very creative subject it helps the thoughts to be plotted in the physical world but due to the way of the presentation a great solution has become a great problem.

On ending note I want to share my experience that,

“A parrot may mug up the Whole Ramayana,

But Tulsi Das can only feel Ram and Write Ramcharitmanas.”

The Middle Class

2009-06-07T16:52:00.002+05:30

There is a guy in our college he always sneers at the middle class and always say it is worst to belong to middle class.
Actually what is middle class and who are middle class people.Middle class is one of the most integral structure of the social fabrication.Middle class comprises of teachers, intellectuals, or people who are working in office not necessarily highly educated but one of the most aware section of society.
They first democracy in France or USA or the communist revolution in Russia was progeny of the middle class.The aristocratic and the imperial bureaucratic or the elite class is one of the most self centered class so are the low class people both only care about themselves a typical low class person is an alcoholic bullies wife sells his daughter to brothel and elite class are the same but have a glitzy polish.

In the most trying situation a person of midle class would'nt sell his moral and dignity.

While surfing my TV I see many youngster trying vainly to elevate themselves to elite class ie. they are themselves living in false world .they hate their own existence and try to mimic some one that they are not. One must be a good learner but not an Ape.
One of my class fellow was very proud when a girl in New Delhi(a metropolitan) told that, it doesn't seem that he belong to allahabad(a city) .Was it not some thing to be really sad about that you do not have a feeling of your native cultural heritage.

I only request my fellow being to have self esteem and cultural coniousness and not vain pride and try to keep the spirit of the thinking and reforming class alive.

Religion and God

2009-06-06T07:36:00.003+05:30

Is God really existing?Then why different people call that same amorphous omnipotent entity by different names . One may say that different names are legitimate because everything can be named according to our wish and will OK fine but then why descriptions changes.

One may wonder why do we really need religion,or what is religion is religion something we are born with?
No when we are born we are born blank imagine that right after your birth you were thrown in a forest with no human presence assuming you're fittest and you survived then what would have been your religion.
Defining religions as hinduism, islam, judaism, christanity etc is baseless according to me there are still animist in africa who are happily living in their coarse hamlets..

I belive God is niether brahma or shiva or allaha or holy father or christ etc.
For my part God is our non physical self i.e. our conscience and definitions of God generally potray our imagination and state of mind.

Now religion is nothing but the routine practices performed by one. The routine practices are governed by our conscience .
Vsiting the holy places really not effect our concious but may alter practices temporarily every crooked visit synagogue church temple mosque.

One must always understand that actions and thought govern our destiny and luck is there it is nothing more than blind shot.

I really plea my fellow beings to actually belive in yourself and define your own god and religion synchronised thoughts are automation and would kill our human spirit.

God an only be found through introspection

Mere Hopes

2009-05-30T20:32:00.005+05:30

Two days back I heard one of my old class mate died, really I was shocked a young bright fellow who played pranks with me in computer lab at my good old school was no more.My eyes were void of tears but there was a constant trauma in my mind that why that young fellow died he should have had lived his life full filled his desires.
He could have had done many things but he annihilated from the face of earth.I can only hope his parents and family get strength to overcome this circumstance ,as I am too weak to imagine the feeling of this situation.

That day itself I met my friend he had given 12th examination this year he passed his 10th four years back.Four years he had to pause his schooling because his family had to face a great monetary dilemma. He was a talented artist his art works was really good and he was even good in clay modeling , he now works in a binding shop and bind books his talents are craving for cultivation. I can only hope for his bright future.

About a month back one of my closest friend's grand father expired,today I saw his photographs on my friend's pen drive I really felt so nostalgic to see that bag from where he used to give churans and toffees.

I even remember when I was two years old I saw my grand fathers dead body that time even being so indifferent to philosophies I really felt my grandfather was being separated from me.

Actually these mere hopes arises momentarily,Why are we hypocrite showing emotions and sentiments just for sake of being emotional.
No! The flow of Life's Time line is governed by the dynamics of life ie. while we are moving we have no time to think and the moment we pause then we measure the distance from the last emotional sway, and then move on the distance tends two infinity and while moving on fulfilling our desire we dive into lap of oblivion

Bride mirror and the wall

2009-05-26T22:00:00.000+05:30

On the day marriage, a bride stood by her dressing table and lit the lamps on the frame of mirror. She saw herself in her bridal attire after being mesmerized by her own beauty for a while she started to play with her hair and was humming a soft melody .

The lamps on her mirror created an umbra on the wall, which she didn’t notice in the midst of her vanity.

Her magical spell which she had thrown upon herself was broken when she heard a coarse voice gloomily saying,
”Oh! You mortal you are deceived by your own reflection turn your back to the mirror and face me ‘The Wall’ ”

In an impulse she turned around saw her shade sketched on the wall.
She felt she was undressed for the shadow neither bore her bridal attire nor her aquiline beauty .

The wall said,
“Your life is like the dark shadow to explore your life dive in me.”

The bride was somewhat hypnotized by that voice she got up and started to walk towards the wall.

On seeing this mirror said,
“Stop Oh! Beauty you are deceived by the wise lies of the wall. He himself is being petrified by the Eternity for he cultivated the darker side. Behold do not leap in your darkness but cultivate your virtues. Virtues will overpower Vices as none is free from follies but to dive in the follies is a sin….Look back! Come to the Mirror to your Divine Muse”

But unfortunately the voice of wall overpowered mirror and soon she jumped into her shadow and was lost and so was her divine muse and She too was the prisoner of wall for eternity…

Sunset

2009-05-24T20:36:00.002+05:30

Today I was standing on my terrace heading westward and watching the sunset I felt that my life was not like sun who sets and again rises the next day but like the full moon who rises and gradually depletes to new moon.

There is no new sun it is always the same like truth which can be concealed momentarily. But moon is like our life from new born void life it gains light i.e. knowledge it rises to the zenith and then keep on loosing it illumination.

It is not at all true that we are mortals our thoughts are also well conserved like truth difference between Truth and our life of perceived knowledge is that we have to share it to make it last longer.

And when was the time the mighty was free from fear the man crown always feared the fall and who can be free from the chains of Obscurity.

The only one whose life has been hallowed by the lights of truth and self reliance would shine like the northern star illuminating others who have been buried deep down due to sunset.

The voyage of my unfinished life would be terminated on the day when the Eternal Sun would set forever in the lap of the distant horizon and till that day I pledge to fight my tormenting life.

The vain flower

2009-05-10T14:13:00.000+05:30

One day a bud evolved on the stalk of the plant, it had magnificent scent, since it had evolved the stem was very happy that before birth of her daughter she already possessed divine quality so she told the roots that in few days her daughter would open her eyes to see the world the root was very happy to know that her third generation had a divine gift in her possession.

And now the stem and roots were infinitely happy that her children would serve the world and bring them good name and honor and teach others to love.

Now it was the blessed day when the flower was destined to bloom it was a scorching summer day. But she was yet to be born, so her mother stem decided to shed off all the leaves to meet the scarcity of water.

After getting the water she bloomed magically the world thought it to be strange flower as there were no leaves in the plant and yet was a flower.

Within two days she blushed to the epitome and now all the bees and butterflies made that flower her home. Oh! What pride she bore in her heart to see these butterfly play and soon she felt that she was the more beautiful and her existence was more vital than that the haggard roots and the crooked stem.

One fine day a pigeon was flying around she cried to the pigeon,
“Oh! Dear my sweet white pigeon
Pick me up and release me from the abhorrent flower and roots”

On hearing these tears rolled from the eyes of stem but she never said a word for she had immense love for her own daughter

Pigeon being entranced by the sweet voice and fragrance separates her away from the stem and stem was crying helplessly.

The moment she was plucked up the bees and butterflies started to leave,
The flower said,
“Oh! Divine creature,
You are synonym to beauty and why are leaving your friend alone.”

The bees said,
“Thou beauty is lost oh vain flower neither you have fragrance nor nectar!!”

The flower realized her fault and knew her death was sure before death her last wish was,
“On the carcass of her body must bloom a flower more beautiful than her and beauty to should be service and not appearance..”

The Bell

2009-05-08T07:58:00.003+05:30

One day I went to a temple I heard chimes of the bell as if she wanted to say something,I tried to listen it more closely and yes it was she asking me the reason that why did I came to temple.
I asked her that how could she speak for she was an inanimate object.

She got crossed and said to me that all the entities in the universe is animate and we consider those inanimate about whose existence we cannot perceive.
She again asked me the reason for coming to this hallowed place.

I said that I wanted to see god whether almighty exists or not.

She asked me that whether I have ever seen my own reflection in a mirror and does the reflection really exist.

I said no it is just an imaginary sketch reflected through glass by the polished surface.
She said it may be that your image really exist and its domain is the polished surface yet you cannot feel it because you are hindered by the glass.

Similarly in our life the role of glass is played by MAYA i.e. attachments to the worldly relations and desires which binds us and lure us to MARUCHIKA i.e. mirage and due to this reason one cannot transcend to the cosmic world and this leap makes a man OMNIPOTENT from a mortal.

I asked her that what is she.

She laughed and said,
"Go home you mortal for you came to see God,
For in this temple resides no God but the Idol,
I am over absorbed with fame and have lust for it still,
I don't want to transcend to the eternal world,
But for the one who wants I show them the way,
Go to the mirror at once and and try to be with your reflection,
For your REFLECTION is your GOD "

Enemy of the Student

2009-05-06T02:59:00.001+05:30

One day there was a triangular discussion between me and my friends about the enemy of the Students.

One of my friend said that greatest enemy of student is cigarette alcohol and sexual behavior as all these three elements try to lure students away from books and kill the knack for gaining knowledge.

My other friend shared his thought originating from mighty old GEETA that the greatest enemy of student is desire to attain something after gaining knowledge that desire itself forces a man to act in a materialistic norm which itself is very unhealthy for a student because as a student he ought to serve his teacher and the subject selflessly.

I considered both the views as the view of ubermensch i.e. Superman.

As according to me there cannot be any hindrance in the scheme of studying due cigarette alcohol sexual behavior or materialistic desires like wealth fame etc.
Being a man it is very natural to be attributed to the above qualities.

I told that for my part the greatest enemy of student is Saturation of Thoughts i.e. When a student stops thinking or he feels he knows everything from that very moment he is no more a student.

After all desire to gain knowledge is a desire too maybe not materialistic but is a desire that attaches a man to the subject for eternity.

Maybe all these are enemy or they may be not, as these are mere fragments of thoughts and one’s reasons change with spirit and conscience...

Mud

2009-05-03T21:58:00.003+05:30

One day friend asked me to say something on mud.

I didn't know from where to start about and where to end

I told him it is the cycle of the life which starts from mud and end in mud he gave a smirk and and said life ends in mud is something acceptable but one is born from womb how can he be born from mud.

It would have been silly on my part if I discuss mythology of Prometheus with my rational friends so, I said that I was the fertility of the soil due to which the plants evolved.He interrupted me and said so what are we plants I said no initially simple plants evolved due to combination of protein forming cells.

I continued,that mud is place from where our inquisitive spirit is crafted we used to eat mud it tasted very delicious we caught insects plucked flowers which were on mud it self.

It was mud on which we cultivated crops and cultivated ourselves from a race of savages to civilized creatures.

I still don't know how to say or write on mud as its quality is beyond descriptions but one may not think about it while walking on it .Here is sublimity of mud despite of being so great it becomes the base on which we walk.

It serves us in all phases of life She gives us love impartially even if we do not have any thing to offer her.

Who can deny that this mud itself ones identity .

Even the dead is grateful to mud as she gives the dead a resting place for eternal sleep.

Mother's Pride

2009-04-29T21:44:00.005+05:30

On an auspicious midnight I was standing on my terrace and gazing the vibrant moon as the moon had waxed to its epitome.It gave a divine aura of emotions.Soon I saw a bright figure riding a lion chariot came near me.I felt her personified to my motherland.

I greeted her,
"Oh my divine mother You are above the heavens,You are my identity I would be grateful to Gods for my precious identity"
she smiled and said
"Son, it is very natural that children are identified by their mother.Self identity of mother do not make her proud,as it is her duty to nurture the child and bless child with all her virtues."
I asked her
"What is source of pride to a mother?"
She said
"Mother is proud that day when her child's identity becomes hers ie. She would be known as her child's mother and not mother of child"
and she disappeared.

This divine intervention in my life gave me a new space to think for and gave me a new theory of life that
My life is not just my life that I can sabotage it.
If my life can make me and others happy then it is not good to waste it.

Mixed Sentiments

2009-04-27T23:49:00.006+05:30

Just an hour before writing this I was standing before a mirror I saw my face my body I moved bit closer I was able to see my face I moved a bit more closer I saw my eyes I felt that my eyes are dried up I fetched my geometry box which was lying by the dressing table and took out the compass and pinned it on my palm a stream of blood started to flow from my hand but there was not a drop of tear in my eyes.

I was not doped by cannabis but was doped by trauma as once in the days of pharaoh I loved a girl and she ignores me.

I lighted my cigarette and sat on my bed thinking about myself and girl.I thought why was I sad, while I asked this question to myself Then I felt the spirit of Buddha blessed me I found the real problem is in a dedicated definition of love If I define love as Love for human then losing it can really trouble us so it is better to love humane i.e. benevolence as it can never be lost .

Therefore I pledged not define love and leave it to its own abstract form as then it would not cause me pain and agony and I know the voyage of my life would end in this eternal quest

Sand Grain

2009-04-27T23:23:00.002+05:30

One summer day I was standing on my terrace a gush of wind blew and suddenly I felt that something went in my eyes and it was very painful I started rubbing my eyes and it felt more terrible.So I went to the wash basin and washed my eyes and suddenly I saw a minute particle of sand was standing on my hand.

I got very angry I told that sand grain that he was synonym to pain and was very brutish as he planned to sabotage my eyes.He admitted that he was a brute and a rouge but told me that I,rather we human were greater rouge than him.His statement almost puzzled me as how can the most intelligent and sophisticated creature be rouge .

On seeing my queer face he said that,
We human beings are a really very ungrateful and always look forward to capitalize every situation we try to draw out maximum output with least input we never care for congenial. He even added an array of human being do not even care for the one who brought them to face of earth.

Finally he felt a distant stream of wind while bidding adieu he gave a sneering laugh and cried
"If Sand Grain is synonym to pain
Look Up You Human are not you the Same"

Beards of Aristotle

2009-04-26T21:32:00.003+05:30

Few days back I recall I went to my old friend’s house there was a bust of Aristotle kept in his drawing room. I was happy that I met another acquaint of mine so I asked my friend that whose bust was it he said Aristotle. I felt overjoyed that the progenitor of abstract philosophy was our mutual friend.

I asked my friend that, “what was the thing that really made you admire Aristotle”. He said his beards I was taken aback he continued that the bust enhanced the beauty of his drawing room since the times of his grandfather.

I didn’t say any thing during the visit. Later when I was returning I was over engrossed in my thoughts through out the way to my home and marked this incident on the respective day.

One may feel I am very haughty as I am making an illegitimate joke of a person as one has divine right of folly.

Truly one man has divine rights to commit folly but one does not have the right to be irrational if born as a human.

I wonder that Aristotle would never have given his thought so that after 2000 years he becomes a show piece in a drawing room. He gave his thought selflessly so that his thought can serve food for thought for other thinkers.

Now days we are killing our human instincts by reducing the geniuses to icons or ideal and never analyzing their course of action. I plea to the man kind to treat every subject analytically so that they can deuce positive or negative inferences and both are equally important. If there is no stream of thought then life would be synonym to death.

In a finishing note I would urge every one to be inquisitive.
On inquisitiveness my brother said too much curiosity kill cat
I infer from life of Socrates that death is inevitable so it is good to die for our reasons and be proud of our course of action.

Burden of humanity

2009-04-12T13:50:00.001+05:30

Genesis does say that god created man in his own image. I agree and I say god is created by man as an epitome of love, care, joy and seven virtues. Initially we defined the seven hues of vibrant rainbow as quality but this definition causes no pain to me.

Really I feel the weight of morality and conscience always questioning me, am I a man. Still I do not seem to have found an answer to relieve my pains. Trying to relieve my pain I sat down and introspected and found that we are more sinner than devils. We are beyond the scope of seven deadly sins of Devil the meek.

Now you may feel that why I say that we are worst than devil, the reason is simple the devil is not a hypocrite like us he proudly proclaims he is sinner and do sin.

On other hand the human being love to proclaim that they are sane and saint and do all the action of devil.

God is happy in his heaven and devil is happy in his hell at least they have security amongst its congenial. We do not even have that and make earth a worst place to live dogmatic stances and social façade makes people feel insecure and provoke one to think other as a traitor.

I feel we are living life worst than dogs. In childhood we are taught Big Moral values code of conduct and love but as we grow we really interpret the moral sermons in terms of materialistic gains.

I feel I would have been luckier if I were born as a dog

At least I would have a self satisfaction not being a part of façade and would be free conscious that I would teach my children true value of living and not hypocrisies.

In my life I would to overcome this burden by not thinking rationally. Every irrational is free from the burden as they have killed their conscience and so would I.

Crow and Peacock

2009-04-08T20:54:00.000+05:30

Days back I was lucky to greet the Dawn. I planned the ceremonial greeting to the divine dawn by taking a stroll in the city garden i.e. my good old company bagh. After few paces I heard people swearing at crow whom they claimed to be annihilator of divine Dawn by his jarring voice.
Well the voice of crow was never ever jarring to my ears as they are waxed by wise lies of the world .One of the nature lover in park stoned the crow after being hit he flew and sat on my shoulder thinking he and I are the pilgrims of that Oriental pilgrimage.

I asked him why were you stoned he narrated the series of dialogue between him and a peacock
“ In the morning I was singing and people were swearing at me

Peacock: Stop cawing you good for nothing creature you coal mine.

Crow : You too shriek like a hellish creature.

Peacock : Garn! I am the national bird

Crow: I don’t know why in the name of devil you are national bird .Same God gave us life.

Peacock : Maybe! But Almighty made me beautiful and you look like a troll.

(getting angry and anxious the crow started off)

Crow : This is the world of Hippocrates they don’t understand Service but the are always
Desire to be served. I daily clean the carcass, and the dirt.
(stone came and knocked crows head)

”
I told It is an irrefutable problem on the face of earth. People are all divided they love to be served by other and hate the one who does the act of god i.e. Service. While judging situations they are always biased they want the favors of stale beauty, ignoring the divine beauty.

“The world will realize the need of Good when they wouldn’t be served. But the follower of Right will always serve and would never ever get the importance”

Sleep......

2009-03-09T23:38:00.000+05:30

"I do not want to wake up mom today is Sunday let me sleep"...

this is a statement which is expected from a child ..Sleep is one of the most powerful anasthesia .It is source of inspiration or a womb in which hopes and dreams are concieved.. A rich man who sleeps in his silk gown on a linen mattress or a poor man who sleeps half naked on his jute rag feels equally comfortable.

One may feel how I can compare a rich linen with haggard jute rag,the comparison is very feasible for one who sleeps on it has emotions, hope and these abstract thing are free from worldy factors such as money,glamour etc.

A sleeping man is in his purest form free from all facde and make ups which he has to put up to make him socially presentable.

Few men in this world are deprived of sleep for they often fear that while they close their eye all their laurels would be lost.They know nothing is certain and nothing is constant always. Still they try to hold it as long as possible .

While closing I only say "A gush of wind brought life to the arid sand And a gush of wind burned down the forest land."

Me and Bird

2009-02-26T02:37:00.000+05:30

When I went to my nephew's place I saw a little bird chirping voilently in a beautiful cage.

Soon I recited "A robin redbreast in a cage put all heaven in rage " a line from Augeries of innocence by William Blake.

I still dont know why I felt that my beautiful body was like cage in which my spirit was caught. My spirit was ardently active to leave the domain of the three physical realm of earth and fly beyond it to search for the eternal truth.

Since the spirit is binded ie. when a child is born .He tries to gaze beyond horizon and want to leap beyond the Orion.But by the lapse of time the realm of the earth binds him .He is all lost.He feels weak to transcend to the cosmic world.

I always feel the spirit should be free.For free dom is necessary for n dimensional growth.

Every one knows,"Birds love free air, than golden chain"

Emotions

2009-02-21T16:02:00.001+05:30

"I love you and would die if you leave me!"-It was something exclaimed by a love lost man.Till today I have not been able to understand what actually these hyperbolic expressions mean.Was I born to die just like that.

I often feel that the people who exclaims such pessimistic remarks are blind, they fail to see Moon which wanes and waxes and again wanes.Life is eternal cycle rather life could be made eternal..Days back I was sitting and reading Maupassant,I felt he was sitting by me and revealing his plethora of agony with me. He is so eternal as if he had elixir of immortality.

Being human we are expected to be rational and thinking being but we often act foil to our primary goal and act like mere automation.We tend to do things for just sake of doing hence we ourselves miss the flavour of our own action most of our works are mere formality but it should have been epitome of perfection.

I am always criticized because I lack so called concentration and channelised thought,But I question that is it necessary to have a rectilinear direction in thought,I always believe our thought should progress in a spherical way..

Finally,We should always be true to ourselves and if we are to our soul we would be true to the world as soul is the metaphysical and the most rational voice

Warmly Cold

2009-02-16T21:02:00.000+05:30

Today after so many days ,I met my one of the old freind. Oh in what that sweet way was he greeting me . I felt I was just with my old freind and the very next moment I felt that warmth was just mere facade .A slap on that ancient fervour and that warmth was indeed very cold.That temporary fire bore sleath slumber beneath it.

I often felt that why one has to love some one without any internal zeal.But still it is life it does go on new dimensions are found new horizons are discovered ,do we stick to that old land from where we originated.Change in the physical world is inevitable but the metaphysical world is as constant as eternal lith of life.

I have been branded a skeptic by world and bear that honour on my weak shoulders and revolt out with my frail but loud voice about that eternal emotional debacles faced by us.I on the public/social ground stood like a barren stone unsccrutable and undetructable but from inside I am like a vulptuos magma.

I do not want to sell my thoughts but want to share I know the acceptance may be low but still I am not afraid.I pursued truth and will continue doing it