We The People

We are living in strange times. The time when we don't feel the need of self realization. The time when we don't build up visions and goals. Our entire generation is running madly after money without giving a second thought about the point that is Iphone 5 going to give us real happiness and satisfaction?

We pray only in the times of crisis and we put everything on the scale of trends. Our thought process is moulded and guided by the latest fashion. On republic day we become a patriot, on valentine's day we become Romeo and Juliet. The basic essence of life is missing. The passion to pursue dreams is missing.The willingness to learn and dedication towards goal has been replaced by compromises.

We run after skimpy girls to impress them, we laugh at the poor old disabled man to have fun, we damage the public property to show that we are cool, do we ever think beyond materialism? We protect a different personality in front of people, we explain ourselves to the people who hardly understand us.

The loud music that plays in our ipods has deafened us. We comfortably ignore the inner call and move on with our self centered motives. The question of the hour is that why are we so casual about ourselves, why do we refrain from analyzing and utilising our potential. I am amazed to know that most of us don't think about our goals, let alone working towards them. There are people who say goal setting is a boring and old fashioned thing.

It is sad to see that there are these people who don't get facilities and help and they still top the CA exam and on the other hand we have rich spoilt brats who can't even clear their engineering entrance exams as they are busy partying at their farmhouses.

And I am one among this big crowd of uncivilized youngsters. I don't say that we are all lost and disoriented, however a good number of people are.We need to come out of stupor and realise that we are responsible people and our generation has to lead the nation.  Why not channelise the energy in a direction which does good to all. Think about it, I do have a point here.

Life is phenomenal

How great it is to feel total silence when you sit with all lights off and a small candle burning and enlightening your room and your soul. Doesn't it sound grand and peaceful, so does our life. Life offers us so much every moment, we think, we hesitate, we ignore, we reject, but we hardly accept these small gifts of life.

Each morning life starts penning down a new chapter for us, we read, we check, we find mistakes, we correct and we finally reject the script, thinking that its again a bad day, again the same fight, again the same failure.

We find difficulties in life, we encounter, we face, we run, we loose and we accept the defeat. We don't fight till the last moment to taste the victory, we blame it to fate. We lack in effort but we don't see that. And what's wrong inn accepting a defeat when we can build on the courage to stand up again and  fight once more. But it is always easier to behave like cowards and accept the failure.

We hardly understand the beauty of life, we cry, we complain, we hate, we blame. Do we open our arms wide to welcome the new day with a new zeal? Do we thank ourselves before sleeping for the day which has left us with a couple of lessons. No, we don't do that because we don't want lessons, we want perfection. we don't want to fight  because we don't want failures, we love victories.

We need to realise that we are very lucky to be able to live this life and to be capable of learning from our mistakes.Today if you are victorious, cherish this moment for what you have accomplished, and if you have failed, learn from the defeat and gear up for another fight. Life is phenomenal, all you need is to open your heart and soul to accept it in totality.

Don't rape me, Respect me

We stepped into the new year with a grim face, thanks to the barbaric male fraternity for exhibiting their inhuman instincts on an innocent soul. This entire event turned very spicy for the political regime and they ended burning their fingers. How can anybody justify the series of events which took place right from the physical abuse to the cremation of the girl. Where have the human rights organisations vanished or they might still come forward to defend the death sentence (if at all it is the final verdict) for the accused. Everyone has been outrageous on this single incident. The media houses, the student councils, film stars, author, critics and even the common man has protested against such a heinous act. The question of the hour is that where were all of them when two people lay naked on the road battling against death. Why nobody cared to rescue them from the misery and shame on the roads of Delhi.

The girl lost her life, the family sobs in pain and there on the other hand a constable lost his life, a breadwinner for a family was gone and perhaps the conscience of the accused also passed away. This has put a question mark on women's safety, on the administration,on the police machinery, however the biggest question mark is on you and me. It is not about them, it is about us. Post this event, I have been living in a trauma. No matter how hard I try, am I safe? Will someone rape and kill me also? It is really safe when I am inside my house or even when I go out with some male member of my family. Who is going to ensure  that piece of security for me? These questions have been haunting my heart and soul.

Some chauvinists remarked that girls who crossed the line have to face the worse. I ask those shithead men that when a two year old girl is raped by her own father what line has been crossed and by whom? When a 60 year old lady is raped by her own grandson what line was crossed? Some said that girls should be stopped from wearing skirts as a part of school uniform. I ask those dumb heads that do they go and rape Hilary Clinton or Michelle Obama for the simple reason that they wear skirts. When a tribal women goes to police station to register a complaint and is raped by the inspector, was it because she was wearing a skimpy bikini.In that case all women should have been raped during Indus Valley civilization.

It is not about the clothes we put on, or about the hour at which we step out of home, rather it is in your brains dear perverts. A bollywood movie merrily portrays women as a mere commodity, the patriarchal society portrays women as a servant in the household. When a girl is raped, the girl has to be the one who is blamed, she should be the one to commit suicide. No one would rip off the genitals of the accused because men are supposed to be lusty, women should behave themselves. No one would ask the boy to respect the girl but would religiously teach girl to wear a dupatta all the time.

How far would we go with this hollow hypocrisy. Why can't the fundamentalists accept the fact that women are at par with men and command equal respect. Laws alone can never solve the problem, the change of mindset will definitely serve the purpose. 

They say I am abnormal!

Quite often I talk about learning procedure of life and surprisingly people quote my lines to me. The period of last 45 days has been a thorough tutorial for me in terms of restlessness. What I am trying to say is that my restlessness has taught me so much which I could not grasp from any book I have read. I never felt so weird and lost in my life (till date) as much as I felt in these 45 days.

I wonder who am I. A human being, attention seeker, fragile ego, stubborn attitude and loads of such attributes combine to sum up as me.I am a confused vehicle with instant road diversions who is unable to figure out the right path. I look for love in people around me but find no absolute destiny. I am stubborn but have no idea for what shall I fight for. People appreciate me but I have no idea what they want from me. I spend a major chunk of my time on shaping my career but I have no clue of the my mission of life. 

I studied my behaviour closely and found disastrous pointers. I saw I did not need anybody. I was not happy  when I had people around me and when I was alone, I was lost and while people were around me, I kept silent and was still lost All I experienced was disappointment and sadly I did not know what was disappointing me. All  I wanted from life was to be alone and when I was alone, I felt lonely.

I could hardly find peace in any thing.This feeling was exactly what we feel at a road crossing where thousands of fast moving vehicles are around us and we are unable to move. I felt so irritated by that heavy traffic that I wanted to be hit by some vehicle and finish the story in one go.

First I felt that it was all due to work pressure and I am unable to strike a work-life balance which was not true as I was disturbed and lost on weekends also. Then I thought that it was because of the fact that I miss my dear ones as they don't have time for me, but that was also not true as I felt lonely in their presence and mostly ended up fighting with them and taking the blame that I am ignoring them. 

Was that my ego or immaturity or incompetency? No that was not the cause. Was it my stubborn attitude, no it was not. Then what was troubling me? People said I am a complex person and at times they even said I was abnormal. Was it so? No, I am not sure. I know I am unique, but abnormal? I ended up consoling myself that nobody understands me, nobody accepts me with my flaws, they want to change me. The actual story was that I do not understand myself and am unable to accept my flaws and shortcomings. Although I am still thinking.

The sad part of the story is that I am continuing to live in that state right now also, where I am a lost person, I need no one and I know nothing, trying to figure out what I want from life. If you have a clue, please enlighten me.

Learning and living

I have always been blamed for writing about things which are intense and weird at times. I have been happily tagged AJEEB and am living happily with it ( Its good to be different and people who don't understand, term it ajeeb you see)

Anyways what I was saying was that once again I am scribbling about something weird. Usually when I am asked that how is life, I say good or I just smile (atleast when I am in a normal mood, otherwise this response may change, subject to mood risks). What I was thinking was that what makes life good? No, don't think the answer is a hot boyfriend or a sexy girl which sits in the opposite cubicle or the new Iphone 5 in your pocket. The answer depends on how we take life. I take it as a journey, which is a loop of learning and unlearning.

What learning means to me is what you absorb from things around you and not just books ( because if only books mattered then I would have been the wisest person alive ). Lessons can be learnt from the tiniest of the things around, we can even learn things from a person we don't know or like. We need to attract all the learning's towards ourselves. The most effective teacher is time. We learn those tough lessons through our own experiences.

Life is like a ball. The more we absorb from universe it expands, but on the other hand the outer boundary also enlarges which means there is even more to learn. The concept of Nirvana might or might not be familiar to you, but salvation largely deals with learning. We take birth and learn and die and then reincarnations of different types and different learning's and the moment we have learnt enough about life, we get absorbed in the greatest soul, the Omnipotent.

My motive was not spilling this heavy dose of GYAAN, however all I wanted to say was that learn and learn about life, learn whatever you can from people, things, texts, visuals and all the creations of God. If you focus on what you can learn from a person, you decrease the possibility of disliking that thing. The same goes for mistakes and failures, they are not a result of futile effort but an important lesson for you to remember forever.

                                                                           HAPPY LEARNING

Rainbow of different colours

Let me begin with a small and simple question. How was your day? Answers are invited. I can bet on this that atleast every third answer would be a different one. Some regular answers would be fine, good, normal, bad, bakwas etc. Other than these routine ones, there can be more interesting answers as well. My point here is not to check your vocabulary, rather all I wanted to prove is that there is diversity all around us. I can’t assume everyone to think, act, speak or be like me, they have to be different because each one of us is unique.

At times when I cannot agree with my friends or am unable to synchronize with their thoughts, I casually say that we are not clones. By saying this I actually mean that I know that you are a different human being and I acknowledge the difference of the respective views, but this never facilitates me to discard that point of difference. Agreeing or disagreeing is entirely up to us, but we must show some respect for what other person has to say. Lack of such respect leads to arguments and results into bitter end.

Patience is a very difficult virtue. What makes it difficult is the exercise of self control. People like me who are highly short tempered find it an uphill task to be patient enough in daily life. A control on emotions, on speech, on temper is very much necessary to understand what the other person wants to say. Other important ingredient is to free your mind of all the predispositions. Stop being judgmental. Don’t judge things; understand them, to avoid any miscommunication.

It is very important to mark the words that no two persons are alike, they have to be different. And when you understand this fact, there shouldn’t be any fuss over a difference of opinion. Welcome those thoughts, absorb them, bring out something productive and ignore the unimportant ones. Club the crux and invent a masterpiece of thoughts. Take it as an opportunity to build a castle out of different views rather than being a part of chaos. The key is patience and openness. Don’t forget that only various hues are combined to make a vibrant rainbow. Start celebrating the diversity of thoughts rather than complaining that your views are counter attacked by different people or that people hardly agree to what you have to say.

Just imagine a world with people who speak only one language or eat only pizza or work only on Windows 7 or wear only yellow colour clothes, the immediate reaction would be, how boring. That’s what the key idea is, if all of us would think alike, life would have become monotonous. So lets respect these difference and celebrate the diversity.

Overcoming the hurdles

I am not a very famous person, though there are people who love me and admire me for what I am. They know me in my crudest form, they know the real me. Some of them often ask me that why do write so much on positive thinking. I have no answer because I don’t write about positive thinking, it is powerful thinking. It is not possible to be positive at all times because there is a saturation point of positive thinking as well, all we can do is to think of best possible solutions. I don’t say control your anger, I say spit it out and relax.

Not everything can go your way, and people like me have this thinking that nothing goes my way. I don’t say plainly accept whatever comes to you, rather be happy with whatever has happened. When you question God, he would hardly answer because he knows you won’t understand the logic, but sometime down the line you will understand why this happened to you. The answer would come to you slowly, be patient. Till then relax and take it easy, which is undoubtedly difficult. Prove it to yourself that you are a tough lad and you have the guts to face whatever comes through. Don’t be a looser, don’t give up, don’t be a bugger, stop complaining and realize the importance of what you have in hand.

We need to understand things rather than being judgmental about them. Shed your inhibitions and apprehensions and then give your life and relationships a fresh start. Don’t heap the beauty of an emotion with the burden of expectations, keep it free from it and then every day turns beautiful with surprising elements. And this is the toughest job, shed expectations. We can’t help but to expect. We want free chilly or coriander when we buy grocery, let alone expecting from people we love. We expect God to take care of all our wishes, we expect our friends to stand by us all the time, we expect our lover to keep loving us forever, we expect our colleagues to keep helping us. Can we stop doing that and then when such things happen, the joy is boundless.

Get into a pact with yourself that nobody owes you anything, and be grateful about their presence in your present. If something has gone wrong, it has to get better with time, provided that you put in some effort to make things look prettier. Today something has hurt me, it has happened because I took things for granted and piled on my expectations, and now I would be brave enough to stand on my own and not let any pain ruin my moment and be happy in the present. Nothing harms you till you allow it to, nothing can break your will till you give up, physical things may be withdrawn but emotions don’t fade till you want. God only wants to turn you into a stronger person every day. Open your arms and tell him that you are geared up. You will face all storms and stand intact, you are a warrior.

And if you still feel sad, think of the best of the moment you have spent, and tell yourself, your will is going to be strong till that time comes back or even better moments come to your disposal. Keep your hopes high and minimize your expectations, life would be fun trust me.