Natural law!!

Natural law!!

It’s been a while that I wrote something, when a lot of thinking happens other affairs just don’t really matters. Thinking is like a constant itching in the brain, about many little issues. Reading and learning about new things, reading something written by a different person with a different mindset can make you feel very confused, it can have a direct conflict with the belief that we have or the facts that we know, or it can corroborate our own view about something. But it is never boring or fruitless. In reality the people who believes that they are realist or logical to follow the conventional methods and rules and fixed goals created by none other than human beings, are not seeing the big picture. Like time nothing stands still, not geography, not the weather or the convention style of living. Everything changes, some slowly or some really fast. The outlook can change but the truth or the facts are always the same. The basic nature of an object will be same, the basic nature of a human being will be the same, but the mode of expression can vary time to time, so how can we decide which mode are right and proper and which is not? People made rules, people created conflict and countries and borders, people created religion different gods and beliefs and hate between different beliefs, so how can we just blindly follow the things created by normal people, just remain ok with it??

Every life born with freedom which is natural, but then becomes bounded by man made rules and restriction which he or she don’t have any influence on, so why live within the line created by other people and do what they supposed to do but not what they could do or want to do? These word can be sounded like words of a rebel, but in reality many of us once in their lifetime think only for a second what they could do if they can think freely without any boundaries. A human brain is one of the most interesting thing in this universe, the potential the power and the future evolution and its result many those things are still unknown, what a brain can do or think or create is exceptional but many lives and minds are just being waste in petty matters and everyday struggle for living. Powerful people the people with the means are the rule makers, no one else, we may live in a society with different class of people but in reality there are only haves and have-nots and that is the brutal truth.

Our life, our dreams, but it’s been decided with an accident, the accident of birth, in which class in which economic condition, in which belief system we born that’s becomes our reality. That one element controls our whole life, some try to break out and be something they want to be and that creates a lot of obstruction in their way. A normal conventional road is easy to walk on, a path decided by other people is easy for a journey, but it cannot lead someone to the destination they desires, in their dreams. Every person is different from other, some are very different from others, but in our society we been taught to hide our differences be like one, act like everyone, in a same manner, but that is a lie, by doing that we constantly murder the very part that makes us unique and different.

One element of us on the stake here, what to do about that? Live like we have been told, let other decide our own path and faith? Or wield a new path as we wish as we choose to walk on, but that is not easy, thinking can be easy sometime or understanding the true nature of someone’s mind but to act like that it needs brutal courage and determination, and with full of hurdles. Even if there is things like afterlife or the next life still the memory we have is of one life’s and the life in present is our only chance to be alive be something that we want, if this slips away nothing can make it up. The dreams the feelings the emotions we have now are the only real thing, are the only things that is ours, everything else is by others for others and made by others. This is the only natural truth and it is in out nature, now can we act on natural law or the law few man made for their own benefit??

No survivors??

 No survivors??

Victimization is a common error of a society, now a days girls are not safe anywhere, even not in homes because of domestic violence abuse and outside the incidents of rape is increasing disturbingly, and the girls who are coming forward and wanting justice the society is treating them as victims, but in the long run the women of my country after surviving a horrible incident or abuse been marked as victims but they should be known as survivors. After any accident or crime a man can easily start their life just with some trauma and physical indicators but a woman has to face a completely different outlook and attitude even in her own family, everyone just keep reminding her about the trauma in our society a man can destroy the whole life of a women just with one act because society gave him that power. The psychological change is happening but it is extremely slow and in a very small range, the large part of the society still treats a woman as a sin or a slave nothing more. Half of our country’s population (now less than half thanks to homicides of girl child) is still living in the shadows for them totally different kind of rules and they are always the victims, no one celebrates their survival but force them to live in guilt and trauma.

Most saddening thing is that the woman herself most of the time causes the distress of another women, mother aunties and other girl member of the family and society sometime find joy in discussing and criticizing other women in a different situation, a mother who gives birth how can love one child more than other just because of the gender difference, is that mentality programmed in the sub conscious mind of a large number of girl in their childhood?? What happened in the past, what the scholars of the past ordered or set rules for the women is still important? We don’t live according to the past do we? We live in houses with electricity gadgets and other new things, we can learn from past but why we let past dictate our future when we know that is wrong?

As a girl I also witnessed many prominent discrimination in the society, fortunately my home and my parents are logical caring and loving and they love me as their child, love me unconditionally without any reason or gender preferences, still even they could not spare me the bitter truth of this society and the discrimination of gender and how women are been treated according to the religious scriptures now transformed into social norms. Even some of my relatives showed this kind of feeling toward girls funny thing is many of them were women a mother but may be they were ashamed of their own existence may be something very evil and very old codes still set in their brain that making them act like that, they did not have child hood they had the girlhood they must have been programmed or trained to be a woman but not a complete human being.

For many years half the human species been living a half-life not living to the fool potential not having the same opportunities as the other halves, the full human evolution the full-fledged energy the wisdom the life all wasted just half of it been used because someone said so thousands of years ego and we are so obedient that still following those words without having a logical mind. So victimization is not what we are doing it is what we are victims of evil rituals and rules of the past but nor survivors because survivors adopts to the new situations, learn new things and be strong with time leave all weaknesses behind, but we are embracing our weakness and living as someone said we should but not as we could freely, so in a way we all are victims so we only know one thing victimizing others.

Life!!!!

LoveIdeasFriendsEndings!!!!

Stories are all around us, in every face in every expression in every emotion there is a hidden story. Every time I walk on a road I see so many faces, so many people walking around, some rushing to go somewhere in a hurry, some just wondering some resting on a bench or just standing they all have a unique story and I wonder often what are they? What sort of story they have? Is it a love story or a tragic one or a drama full of every emotion or just a narrative description of one’s journey? I have a story, and like that everyone else has one too, we can know a person, we can make friends and can grow closer but the story of their life is always hidden in their own consciousness, and some of them shares it with the world as words, some through music, some with color but in a different manner everyone try at least once to tell their story, sometime we see, we listen sometime they just fade away in this amazing world like missing scenes in a movie edited by the directors. Sometime we just see the perfectly organize polished version, sometime nothing at all.

Stories all around, the bright blue sky someone is looking at it while living a story themselves, some flower in road side the moon the clouds the rain the rainbow is for everyone they are common in every life because how much separate we all are still we all connected to each other by a large and complicated story line, billions of characters, love tragedy action sadness heartbreaking finding love again a journey all of it a single story line we all in it still not able to see it, sometime we do, sometime tears can be share by millions of people at once  sometime we all laugh without realizing it, we all get scared we all look for love thousands of people unknowingly looking at the same moon feeling the same emotion, in that tiny second we all feel connected sometime.

Stories I always love, nothing else I love more than a good story of some real character, the story of the old women who lives in the home next to mine, how was her journey? Who was she? What were her dreams? What kind of story is hidden beside the wrinkled face, or the little kid playing in the playground, what story he will going to get, where he will be years later, all of these may be totally useless in day to day life but those little stories are one’s life and a life is never less important than anything.

Dream of a free country!!!

Dream of a free country!!!

Independence!! freedom!!! every now and then these words makes me think little more than usual, especially in our independence day, we are free definitely but most of it only in paper and documents. What this freedom means is a matter of debate, is the situation of the common man now better? May be or is it just the same just changed its cover, once the drain of wealth happened, all the money and fortune were soaked and sent off to another country by the people of that country, now the money of India still going out in foreign banks but by the people of our own free country, now looting the country is in our own hands, so I think we are free. Still the life of a common man, a poor man who are the majority have no basic normal comfortable life, not every day they can afford food for their children, many children of our country still don’t have any education, proper health care, they have rights but only on paper not in reality.

Still rich people are getting very rich and poor is paying for just being poor. Is it really independence? From what, a foreign rule? Yes we are free from foreign rules, but we are being held hostage by corruption, illiteracy, and minimum development of human life. Still our children don’t get a safe life a safe place to grow up to be a proper citizen, they are living in hunger, without any special medical care, without education, many of them working in slums for money, we are free to watch the future of our country diminishing day by day by poverty, many Indians are free to die in hunger and starvation without home. 

It’s been 67 years still we are still a developing country, which generation will live to see a fully developed India, people living moderately in all classes, standing beside one another without any conflict and petty divisions? I don’t think our generation will have that honor, may be next or next to them but if that day comes the celebration of independence day will be a true one, it will be a journey to remember, but that destination still hazy, it’s like an utopia but if we are free to dream then we can achieve it one day. Today 15 august 2013 standing under the bright sky watching our teeranga flag waving in the wind I dare to dream of a free India free from ignorance, fear, corruption, poverty, violence, may be years later someone can witness all that in reality not in a dream.

Love or s….!!!

Love or s….!!!

Being a virgin can be pretty crazy for some people, one of my friends dedicated her whole college and university life about sex and that stuff, plutonic love was never in her mind, it was all how it may feel, kind of questions all the time. My another friend was an experienced one and she try to answer her, and many of us just liked to avoid her as much as possible. One vacation I spend enjoying my cousin’s marriage and had a blast with her, after that vacation I tried my best to avoid my curious friend as much as possible but she cornered ma for the juicy details of my cousin’s personal life, it was pretty awkward for me and I can still see the excitement in her eyes, but I disappointed her with the normal fun details of the marriage ceremony’s family version but nothing else.

Now she is married, it was a quite first procedure within 15 days the groom was selected and marriage happened, I asked her that does she love him or even like him that much to marry him in a hurry or I missed any affair happened with him before all this, but according to her he was an agreeable man with good family and money and he was a boy so what else she need, she was extremely excited to be married but it sounded more like that she is more excited to lost her virginity then having a pure and sacred loving married life. Now this was the time that she did not have to ask anyone about anything. For me it was weird that she can marry someone without knowing the person well first.

After a month I talked to her and she was pretty ecstatic and telling me how much she and her husband is doing it and it was fun and I should get married soon too, the season she gave me was rather funny to me. For me love is the only reason can be for marriage I want to grow old and spend my whole life with someone that I love dearly not just want to have fun with him, a deeper connection should be there otherwise after some time the fun will be boring and no mystery will be left to make the relationship interesting. But still it was a funny to see how one physical thing dictated her life decisions just like that.

Winning to lose!!!!

Winning to lose!!!!

Winning is a funny idea, we all are passionate about winning, but is it a better thing than losing? I know this question may sound completely bizarre, how can anyone think that winning may be sometime is worse than losing? The question is not that winning is all bad all the time, but sometime it seems that winning can spoil many things at once. Failure is known as pillar of success; determine people do their best till the last moment to win and not to fail. Every bit of failure pushes them to work harder by the day, though failure can destroy some people’s confidence but that differs man to man. Just like the goodness the charm of winning can affect different man in a different manner.  Winning a battle or winning the war what is more important? If the little winnings of life affect someone so deeply that make them ignorant overconfident and lazy then the war is already been lost.

I saw many people treat one win as a world domination, one win in this huge life seem to them like they achieved everything and then just don’t want anything else. Their work stops and they just be finished like that. In that case how can winning be good? Win in a game celebrate advertise be popular then just don’t care to be a better player and just get vanish after a little time, not enough dedication left to be a legend or even a steady player, every one of us can find some names of players that got invisible after one winning or so, is that what one can really want? One winning?

What is wrong in a good long go, with some winnings some failures life full of all kind of experiences and hard work? I think the excitement of getting something after a long struggle is priceless, just like after a hot scorching day a rainy and windy evening, the fun in that is really something. Failure is nothing but some obstacles of life which is going to eventually fade away; failure is a lesson or an experiment to a right formula of life after plenty of them the right answer is going to come sooner or later.

Life never stops, time never stops why should we stop in the count of winnings or failures, moving on and doing the work we want to do is what matters the most, all the definitions, rules and expectations are useless, there is no winning and losing in this life only a journey full of new experiences and new stories, we should hold on to us the real us not let it lost in the little things that is there to distract us from real things in life.

Lost things!!!

Lost things!!!

Some things are meant to be lost, an umbrella is a very useful and loyal companion in rainy and hot sunny days, but me on the other hand is an awful acquaintance, always leave with it but most of the time forget to return with it. Poor umbrella or poor countless umbrellas over the years, left home with me then I don’t know with whom those returned to which destinations, may be some needy guy took one of them, or may be some commercial minded nomadic business man sold them to a better person who really can take care of them, or may be some of them still there where I left them once, waiting for me to give me shade on a rainy day.

I had a red bright umbrella when I was in primary school, it was a beautiful umbrella, among all the black and sad ones it was an eye catcher but I never looked at it with admiration it was an commodity that my mother used to make me use it, I loved rain so it was only a barrier between me and my sweet rain. So I always kind of hated it, it was the first one that I lost. One day I came home without it and did not even miss it. The funniest thing about a lost thing is after losing it we admire what we had, so after losing my bright red umbrella for a very long time no other umbrella was good enough for me, I just wanted that one back but it was lost or I left it and forget about it, so it was more like a forgotten thing than a lost one.

After that I loose so many umbrellas till now that I have even lost my count. I try not to lost them but somehow how much I try I just leave them behind, once after I returned home I went to look for one and find it but sadly after someday I loosed it again. I still don’t like the idea of having an umbrella because I just love rain but a person cannot enjoy rain every time, there are rules and fear of getting sick all those obstacles are just summed up in one thing an umbrella. May be that is the reason why I leave behind my umbrella unknowingly even, maybe I just want to leave behind all the things that holding me back to do what I really want to do, it is may be metaphor of life.

Every rainy or hot sunny day I just carry my umbrella out with me consciously, with that I carry all the burdens responsibilities and unwritten rules with me, may be losing them is a reminder from my subconscious mind to be rebellious, it reminds me how it feels to feel raindrops on my face without fearing the consequences, sometime this feel liberating, doing something totally crazy live in the moment. Though every action has its own unique results, still those few moments are surly worth little cold.

We all need our umbrellas for hot days and rainy days, just like we all need rules and boundaries, still sometime leaving them behind even for a moment can be fun, it is not a mistake of our mind it is just a childish gesture of our heart to remind us about the childhood feelings of being care free and having fun, live without worries. Something are meant to be lost just to realize what are we actually losing in the long run and take a little break to miss it admire it and then moving on.