Beyond The Vision!

When I was a little girl, the world around me was like a bubble. I now think, if I would have popped my finger out of that bubble in those days, the world would have not been observed as a merry-go-round by me. A small girl who bombarded her parents with a “WHY”, “HOW” and “WHEN” frequently and who was fearless to burst the bubble and come face to face with the ruthless reality pertaining in the society; but Alas! The vindictive time, it always has a great timing! At the age of 4, this girl asked her teacher, “Ma’am, why can’t birds speak?” That day her teacher told her that every WHY in the world can not be answered and due to the undeveloped brain cells which failed to analyze the answer in the appropriate manner, that answer of the teacher was saved as a permanent file in ROM of her brain that could never be removed. Whenever, she faced a situation or a question and as soon as her brain used to prepare her for asking WHY due to the perplexity, the same stored file used to bang her head at the right moment reminding her of the teacher’s answer. She laid in her bed every night wondering how the sky is standing without pillars when no building can. She marveled how the sun shines so brightly when the moon was merely the opposite. She was bewildered when she questioned herself why the sea is so immense that she can’t see the ending spot. The perplexed questions ended every night with an exposure to the unexpected valley of dreams. Hence, that is the time when this 4 year old girl started coming out of the sealed bubble. She now wanted to be a colorful butterfly which can fly and be responsible for her very own flight.

Some of my many journals!

This girl started developing wings and the bubble was harmed every time her wings flapped at any instant. She lived in the world of her QUESTIONNAIRE. The questions, she kept to herself which were ultimately the reason for the quest to discover and explore beyond her knowledge. She wanted someone to hold up to her and answer her; she again faced hard time analyzing which medium could be the safest. Yeah, her wit clicked, why not her very own mother; but again that permanently stored answer of the teacher amplified her mystification and that is when she discovered that there exist a PAPER and a PENCIL that can be her best friend and unlike any other beings on this planet, their mouths will be forever sealed. She was amazed to discover such an innovative idea and at the age of 8, she started maintaining her very own registers. She did not want anyone to know about her thoughts regarding anything; she wanted those journals to be as personal as her body was to her. She was unaware of the fact that an eight year old doll would not be given sufficient privacy to survive and hence would be intruded more than once if the hidden registers came across the eyes of her guardians. She tried her level best to never let anybody know that she writes to release the burden off her shoulders; she carried those registers in her bag every time with an unpleasant fear of her thoughts becoming publicized.

Around the corner, this truth was not concealed for a very long time and she found her mother reading one of her private journal once she woke up from a very sound sleep. That was the first time she ever yelled at anybody. She was crying, she was blaming herself, she was regretting for choosing paper to be her best friend as it eventually showed its disloyalty. There was nothing confidential mentioned in those journals which could not be read by her mother but the very mutual thought of how untrustworthy even a non-living thing can be occupied her and this trauma didn’t end well. Her mother held her, caressed her, kissed her and embraced her collecting her entirely in her maternal arms where she sobbed for an eternity. She kept repeating the same line of how she hated herself. Within this phase, she realized one of her very good qualities that she doesn’t require an eternity to get over a mishap. Within two days, she was the same cheerful girl who lived in her own world with the same innocent heart building more question with every passing moment but now she did not have any best friend. At school, she was a quiet and shy girl who always succeeded in academics with a remarkable margin but showed no interest in any extra co-curricular activities. The time continued to pass by and taught her various lessons of life but she missed that unfaithful friend of hers – PAPER! The only thought that used to startle her was that why could she not forgive her best friend? After a year or so, she recovered and was friends with PAPER again. This time she wanted to be more aware of her mother not reading anything; she was now growing into an adolescent and the life was chasing her like she was a bone being chased by a starving dog. She continued filling sheets and sheets with her personal experiences, her daily affairs, how the world haunted her, how she wanted to be everything but not a wife (like her mother), how she wanted to explore the space and etc. The dreamy world was yet not over until 12, subsided with mature thoughts than her age-group. Even her dreamy world craved the meaning of life and the reason behind her existence. She often used to write about it when she entered into a very charming and alluring phase of any human’s life – TEENAGE!

Now this doll was 13; no more a doll indeed. She was a grown up girl who was ready to flap her wings open and explode the bubble confining her abilities. She flew swirling around the boundaries of life and exploded it with a charisma. Her teenage was abnormal or rather should I say it was normal because it was not the same boy-friends, drinks, clubs, pubs and dance floors that united her life and thrilled her but it was her escalating confidence that made her “UNIQUE” in the gatherings. Her parents were astounded themselves, she was paranormal with her brain grasping more than required for her age. She was no more a shy doll but a confident and stunning girl who could sway around with daffodils and make the universe dance on her finger tips. She turned out to be a debater where her teachers encouraged her to debate frequently to enhance her inborn skills with the weapon of experience. The paper remained her best friend throughout; though it was disloyal at times but she realized how her best friend could be someone else’s friend too. Her acquaintances called her arrogant, rude, she was blamed for her attitude when all she did was smile – her gleaming eyes smiled to their remarks. She was blessed with an enriched soul, all her job was to nourish it with plenty of resources in order to live up to what is expected of her by the world as well as Him.  

Let you soul be free like a flying bird because ETERNITY lives in there.

This girl is ordinary just like YOU. A compassionate soul living in everybody – the only difference between YOU and her is she listened and responded to her soul since the day it called out to her; she was accomplishing what she was asked for by her Almighty. This is a time to catch the right bus at the right station and listen to your blaring soul, let the questions seep your heart, get a medium to express yourself and immortal soul BUT be aware of the hazards and obstacles on your way because no accomplishment can be achieved without the audacity to try. Live every moment in a sacred way cause neither can you trust your breath nor your life – this little doll gave us the same message of how to never trust the voices you hear from your ears but trust the sole voice that you can hear from the ears of your heart and soul – the voice of Eternity. 

Perfection Is Imperfection!

Who in the world doesn’t desire perfection? Who in the world could see through perfection? Who in the name of GOD could ever claim anything perfect without knowing the criteria for perfection? The sole question that pops in an individual’s head after reading these questions is “WHAT IS PERFECTION?” What if I say, I have changed the definition of perfection? The dictionary meaning of PERFECTION is “the condition, state, or quality of being free from all flaws or defects” and I term these so called irrevocable, irremediable and irreversible flaws the valid state of perfection.

Life is a short journey, this world is a transitory abode and we serve as an engine to this world contributing in running the mechanism of this vast universe. Everyday, hundreds are embraced by their departure and hundreds are welcomed warmly by the brutal reality of the vivid deceiving colors of this dual universe. This arrival and departure is a tradition – a custom from ages. Everyone has to abandon this ephemeral period, one day or the other. Since we know how one day our soul will descend back to the eternal abode to salvage liberty and freedom (which it is lusting since it was incarcerated in human body), then we ought to be aware of the art of mastering the skills to direct the soul prevailing in the human skeleton according to our very own free-will. The proficiency with which one copes with hypnotizing his soul is, in reality, the Meta-state of PERFECTION.

Hence the equations that have been derived are:

Perfection = Irreversible flaws entertaining experience

Perfection = The capability of directing the captivated soul according to your own free will

Therefore the two equations thus combined, gives the result:

Irreversible flaws entertaining experience = The capability of directing the captivated soul according to your own free will

Hence the derived equation is the desired result for attaining PEREFCTION in this abode. Flaws and errors help you flourish, specifically when they are irreversible, they leave burning scars which are comprehended as the scars of regret by the imprudent masses but usually it is not the fire of regret that is tearing your soul apart but it is the piquant flavor of experience that causes sores on your character so as the matter of fact that you can heal and accumulate wealth of never ending experience within the time it takes for your recovery. Likewise, the concept of scheming the imprisoned soul and directing it on the path of your free-will is one of the victories that is difficult for even saintly people to attain in due time, especially when it is related to this conspiring world. This hypothetically signifies how one does not have to serve the desires taking birth one after the other at the pace of light like a nuclear chain reaction but instead be contented in what he possesses. Therefore if he is pleased enough to rule the verdict of his desires rather than serving them, then he has already attained perfection; the day gluttony and lust is soaked out of the human soul, it becomes a new-born baby possessing the virtues that makes it no less than any perfect embodiment. 

Layman as a Philosopher!

There lives a philosopher in every being on this planet but it merely depends on your skills to scratch the surface of your heart to mingle with the brain nerves in order to attain that very stern expression on your face with millions of lines across your jawbones, forehead, cheekbones presenting you like a true Zombie; hence before you ever think of evolving yourself into a philosopher from inside, you need a complete MAKEOVER!!

 

The very renown scientists and Philosophers.

On the serious note, I usually wonder how numerous scientists have evolved themselves into philosophers in the later stages of their life when they were done with their part in the world of science. Not only scientists hit this very complicated list of wise men but lovers when get hysterical about their love-life and entwining emotions  evolve into philosophers too. Authors, poets, actors, writers and etc are running at the same pace to bind with a fore mentioned people; hence one who is legendary can continue to bang on with his reputation by giving space to the concealed philosopher buried somewhere deep down within his framed personality. Albert Einstein and Newton did a great job in influencing world partly as philosophers too.

 

The turning edge to the context is that layman is not far behind in this race of “WHO WILL BE AN ULTIMATE PHILOSPHER?” They have a panel of experiences to enrich their soul with the nourishment required to reciprocate the experiences into words that helps them to achieve admiration and honor within a matter of few seconds with the exposure to cyber world and numerous social circles throughout the internet web.

 

Let’s do an exercise. Ignore the literal meaning of “PHILOSOPHY” itself and don’t ask yourself WHAT IS PHILOSOPHY? instead ask yourself WHAT STRATEGY COMPOSES A PHILOSPHER IN EVERY HUMAN BEING? I want to make a mental note over here that we are not talking about Philosophy as a subject but as the rare side of human where he develops the instincts to draw a margin between his interests and responsibilities; hence the composure of a personality to understand and interpret the mechanism of life is the captivating chronicle of concealed philosopher in every human being.

 

Life is all about ups and downs; LEARN from it

Happiness and sorrow have an equal contribution in our life-time. Thus, neither a person can whine for the life span shedding tears and mourning over the account of his misfortune nor can he bloom like a flower for an eternity cradling bliss in his arms like his personal possession. Hence, life is a blend of colors where the darker tones demonstrates grief and sorrow and the brighter tones signifies happiness and delight. This JUST systematic approach of Almighty can be justified by an example involving Mother Nature.  I interpret day as the time when Nature initiates its journey seeking the highest point – the maximum level that is achieved (everyday) by illuminating the world partly (while rest of the world is immersed in darkness). When the maximum level is achieved, the Nature begins its journey to seek the lowest point – the minimum level when it can hide its one fire ball behind horizon and let the other white ball illuminate the sky with the acquaintanceship of sparkling stars. There is a theory behind it; if one tends to comprehend it. Almighty exhibits a rule of REALITY everyday that is Success(bliss) and Downfall(sorrow) are coherent. If success is your destiny today then expect the downfall as your next pre-destined step; hence nobody can claim their life to be “PERFECT”.

 

Life is challenging but NEVER GIVE UP

Happiness makes a man proud of his gestures and actions therefore when hardships hit his shore and thrashes him with the surprise of an examination from Almighty, the same bigheaded man regrets and complains for he never expects the era of happiness wounded by the incoming of his spiritual examination. The patient beings on this planet who centrally believe in HOPE always have a way out – the hope is another terminology for “PHILOSOPHY”. When a man encourages himself under the flag of HOPE mingling his wisdom with the temperament to counter the challenges and examine his will-power, self-determination and spiritual strength, it is the very exact time when he gives birth to the philosopher in himself. The wide range of experiences flavored with his innovations to bear with the given examination is a challenge in itself and his efforts to clear the examination magnificently helps him with his spiritual growth. When he shares the profound meaning of LIFE accompanied by the voice of his SOUL – the thoughts are transformed into a “LAYMAN’S PHILOSOPHY”.

18 Days Ago…..

Background: This is dedicated to my dearest buddy and uncle namely PG! He has always been a great teacher to me and his experiences have always been a ROLLER COASTER RIDE to guide me through different courses of life. His advices turn out to be SUNSHINE in the dark exigent world of grief, sorrow and chaos. His amiable ways enchant me under his spell and he has an ever lasting impression in just one glance that leaves me wondering if it was him on which this phrase came into existence that “FIRST IMRESSSION IS THE LAST IMPRESSION”! I miss you and I love you!! Hope you come back soon with more of your fascinating and motivating experiences in order for me to progress in every phase of my life!

Breathe. Let go. And remind yourself that this very moment is the only one you know you have for sure.

Once upon a time………

Like every other story, it’s also a “ONCE UPON A TIME” story. My life was driving smoothly to its destination but the smooth and straight paths never preach us the sole reason of our survival so a turning edge changes the present and leave you with a lesson for future.

This incident is very close to my heart and its not that ancient for which I have to use “ONCE UPON A TIME” but its due to my belief that when despair, pain and suffering turn their back to us, we have to await their return for an EXPERIENCE RIDE once again, and in this case the only way we can expect it again, is to forget the previous wounds and let others leave their scars.

The 18 days were agonizing as the river changed its course surging my fate and turning me in to all over a new leaf. The sun of 7th February was not the golden globe with its endless shimmering beams, but a dark sky where stars were scarcely visible. I could foresee the day when in the later afternoon, I was manacled and my possessions were confiscated. This overcast, doubtlessly, astounded me but as I was certain of my actions and accomplishments, and the fact that I was an immigrant there, made me swallow the occasion pretty well down my esophagus.They started their investigation according to their rules and regulations but I was least concerned of their attempts because I had my lucky charm “RUDRAKSHA” with me. Perhaps, this lucky charm was evenly an excuse to gratify my pulse but the sole reason why my breaths were still steady, my heart wasn’t racing and the depression, anxiety, despair and misery maintained the equal distance, was the faith in MYSELF which lead to more firm faith in GOD!

In these 18 days of investigation, they kept me in their custody. I had to bypass different kind of people, situations and circumstances. Everything was challenging and demanding but I let the things to create their own way without indulging myself in any of the complications and to my surprise, my strategy worked! If ever I used to feel forlorn and solitude encircled me, the presence of God enlightened my soul and I abandoned the heart ache, letting my body rest in the lap of joy, bliss and ecstasy. The days passed by with the slower pace than usual, strengthening my belief in myself and God’s munificence and benevolence.

Finally, I was out in the vivid dazzling afternoon of 24th February where sun glistened over my head, flashing the yellow light all over my body, decontaminating my soul and I felt like an infant! Breathing in fresh air, wandering on streets and the vibrant freedom flooded my body with glee and joy, and the patience with which I worked was proved a milestone.

The hardships in these 18 days are nevertheless of no good to mention here, because bad time can never be shared, it can only be experienced but the reason why I wrote this is, to covey a simple yet pivotal lesson that I learned in this short span of time that, anything can be achieved if we have faith in ourselves and trust in God, for whatever He is doing is for our benefit and to improve our lifestyle. He is Almighty and knows us better than anyone, because He is our Creator. Patience plays a great role in evading the hardships and misery, happiness can follow us anywhere if we allow it to chase us.  

“Failures and breakdowns preach us the path to success and the huddles in between, so called EXPERIENCES; motivate us to chase our goal to live in ecstasy, if not forever, then for the time being.”