Thursday, June 30, 2011

Immortality

. . . as I am setting out on a journey to the other world, what could be more fitting for me than to talk about my journey, and to consider what we imagine to be its nature? How could we better employ the interval between this and sunset? Socrates, Phaedo


LIFE & DREAMS.. can that ever meet? Or just like horizon ,does that meets only in our imagination? I know it is pointless to argue about this whole philosophy. But then something that holds my interest is always dearer to me and in cases like this, the concepts of space, age nothing can hold me back from liking it. Just like fragrance can’t be separated from the flower, my thoughts; my thinking cling to me.


Can anyone actually distinguish a wave from the ocean. No rather ocean is the resting lap for the hungry tide. Similarly thoughts arise in us like wave, and may be with time it gets settled too, but it just takes a fraction of second for these waves, the thought waves to spring back to action and memories with all its profoundness gets back to you.

I understand we can't stop loving things just because somebody doesn't like you loving it. Though we may channelize our love for the time being but then we can't deny its existence. Time heals everything, may be with time it may transform and take another form. But it never dies and it will never die. If soul is something indestructible, experiences and memories too are immortal. With the passing of time all our experiences are transformed and merged in to something bigger and better.

Many are experiencing an emptiness and lack of meaning, and many consciously avoid thinking about their own death, a decision which fills the emptiness with fear. For how we view death is important, profoundly influencing how we live. The fact is that nobody is born and nobody is dying we are just changing our forms to transform and to evolve into something better. It’s a movement where one travels from love to greater love, from understanding to acceptance and from life to death to begin afresh.

Tuesday, June 7, 2011

Expectation..

Expectation..from childhood onwards we are trained in such a way that we are taught to meet our parents expectation. As we grow we are expected to meet the standards of our friend’s circle, otherwise you are isolated from the group. Then later in our life we are expected to meet the demands of our husband, children, relatives, society and who not and life passes in making plans to meet these expectations.

Though I am writing this write up I won’t say that I don’t expect anything from anyone. That would be blatant lie, and I don’t expect that I should lie or live a life full of lies. A person most of the time is scared about his image-their self portrayal, but for me these has never been a stumbling block. I have always lived life on my own terms and I am happy that I have.

What I am scared off are my own expectations. For past couple of months I feel that I have been harsh on my own self. To achieve what?? Some unrealizable goals. I have been pestering me, those were the days when I forgot to remember that I am failing before my own expectations.

I forgot the simple mantra of my life, my dream to live a simple peaceful life. Now I am back on tracks. I understand desire is the root cause of suffering, which has left me with one more desire to forget about the past and be happy. Live each day rather each moment happily and leave the rest to God. I am reminded of that song..

Maein Zindagi Ka Saath Nibhata Chala Gaya
Har Fikar Ko Dhuen Mein Udata Chala Gaya

Barbadiyon Ka Shok Manana Fizul Tha
Barbadiyon Ka Jashan Manata Chala Gaya
Har Fikar Ko Dhuen Mein Uda

Jo Mil Gaya Usi Ko Muqaddar Samajh Liya
Jo Kho Gaya Maein Usko Bhulata Chala Gaya
Har Fikar Ko Dhuen Mein Uda

Gham Aur Khushi Mein Farq Na Mehsoos Ho Jahan
Maein Dil Ko Us Muqaam Pe Laata Chala Gaya
Har Fikar Ko Dhuen Mein Udatha chalagaya.

Maein Zindagi Ka Saath Nibhata Chala Gaya
Har Fikar Ko Dhuen Mein Udata Chala Gaya