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And then there were none..

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My World

I play my own game
I make my own rules
There is no one to contradict
Because, there is no one to play

I meet people
They dress like me, they speak like me
But, they are not me
And I m not them

The virgin eyes can identify only monochromatic light
The undeveloped brain can only understand things it wants to
The world outside is disturbing and noisy
The world within is spacious and serene

Swami, agastya and hari make me laugh
They are there when I want them to be
My support system
My friends

I have the whole kingdom to me
I m the king, I m the queen, I m the subject
I don't know for sure, whether anarchy exists or not
It surely does, I guess, but who is going to confirm?

I m jealous of people who know the worth of things they have got
And who seems to be silently mocking me for things I have not
I want to shout, "You have no right to be"
But, their smiles frighten me

Carpe Diem

A wintry 31st December night, a sunny 1st January, that naughtiness in the air when holi around, that lively diwali night. There are some days when you ought to live; not that you shouldn’t on the remaining days (marvel the audacity of the writer!), but these days have a ‘oh- so- special feeling’ attached to it. And if you let these days pass like any humdrum day in your life, don’t you think you have missed out on something? And it is not only the festive days I want to speak on. It could be any day, any day which is special, any day which ought to be LIVED.

Tell me this, what is the whole purpose of one’s life? To be happy? Isn’t it? Sweet and uncomplicated. No Robin Sharma kind of a crap. Happiness, as naked as you can imagine and since it is a relative term, I don’t have any authority over its explanation. For someone, it might be getting sloshed with friends, for someone it might mean a quiet dinner at the restaurant.

These days calls you to be yourself, to have your happiness and peace in this world, completely in your way; no matter how crazy or uptight that is. But, people fail to understand this. They really do. Now, I’m not some distant relative of Sigmund Freud to give you some “gyan” on happiness. But, seriously, for a second consider this. Imagine a hard worker, a slogger in the real sense. Works hard; day in, day out. Works an hour extra so that he gets his son those Reebok studs. He wishes the day be of 28 hrs, so that he could send a grand dollar more to his son, or it could be anyone working hard beyond belief, what for? In the pursuit of happiness, hoping to make their life comfortable, content and when the time comes to really LIVE, what do they do? Engulfed in the same cocoon of problems, he is still $500 short, the Reebok studs will have to wait for a month or two. Now, what does all that slogging amount to? He hasn’t only failed the occasion, he has failed himself.

Imagine this, Someone having lakhs in his bank account, but can’t even share a 50 rupees beer with his friends. A regular bank clerk orders that special chicken dish(read costly) when he is having dinner with his family because he knows what happiness is, he knows the worth of his child’s smile, he understands the warmth between him and his wife and most importantly knows and respects the occasion. Tell me, who is richer?

We Need No Religion

Edit Post: The text going to follow is the reproduction of what I gave as a persuasive speech. I wanted to write something on the same lines for quite a long time. Writing about something, which you truly believe gives you a high for sure.

(Also, there is some problem with indentations and font,will rectify later,bear for the time being)

Neanderthal Hunter was the most uncomplicated form of human life. He was naked and so were his needs, to the bare minimum, almost transparent. But, as man progressed tearing across human limitations and boundaries, not only did he find new ways to comfort himself, he exchanged it by making his life much more convoluted.

When Man first discovered fire, he was neither a Ram, Jesus nor Mohammed. He was what he actually is. A mechanical assemblage of parts meant to be dictated by his own needs and desire, not by some mythical dogma. When he roasted the food for the first time and raised all of us to a new pedestal, he was doing what he is best at. WORK. I have always believed that faith makes a man strong. But, the way in which religion has been distorted, couldn’t be far from disturbing, which makes me question the existence of the same. Why do we need Religion? The answer, is pretty simple,

WE NEED NO RELIGION

Have you seen a transition of faith to fanaticism, from beliefs to bullshit? Well! This world has,oflate. INDIA, the land of GREAT CULTURE and HERITAGE is also a land of mother of all double standards, is also a land of illogical Customs and practices

Let’s face it,Religion is this country's favorite pastime. There are debates on Taj Mahal belonged to whom?Shah Jahan or a hindu king?Was it taj mahal or tejo mahal?The answer is, does it really matter? Beauty is not a function of religion.Period.Some years back, there was another argument of the same kind, regarding ayudhya.Was it the land of Hindus or Muslims.What does ayudhya deserve? Ram Mandir or Babri Masjid. I say ,none.If I had my way, I would bombard each and every temple,mosque,church,gurudwara.EACH ONE OF THEM. Wipe everything from the face of this earth that tries differentiating one man from another. And what do we do instead? On the same land, we will build hospitals, schools for children, set up free medical camps. As a DEVELOPING nation, we don't need ostentatious temple like Akshardam,we don't want morons giving crores of rupees to sidhivinayak when thousands of their countrymen die silent deaths on the cold pavement.

As said before, faith is and SHOULD not be a function of pompousness.Our society doesn't need zealots; it needs sensible human beings. Not someone who is devoted to gods and indifferent to its own beings.

So, let's try driving this society to a point where it is no longer betrayed, no longer
fragmented, no longer raped. Where every man be empowered within himself, not faithless but replete with faith, where work be his only form of worship and where he finds god not in some golden temple, but within himself, in the hearts of his fellow beings. And as Dalai Lama said," This is my simple religion. There is no need for temples; no need for complicated philosophy. Our own brain, our own heart is our temple; the philosophy is kindness

Writing, For the love of it...

"Look, Alvah. Every man on earth has a soul of his own that nobody can stare at.Even the convicts in a penitentiary and the freaks in a side show. Everybody butme. My soul is spread in your Sunday scandal sheet--in three-color process. So I must have a substitute--even if it’s only a locked room and a few objects not to be pawed."- Gail Wynand.

There are some things in life which are truly yours, so much so that you have a craving towards it to an extent that seems illogical to others. There are some things in life which you truly like, things you would not want to mortgage with anything else. Things which gives you emotional security, beef you up. Things which you want to do without the fear of failure,rejection,pressure.Things which give you a soul.

Writing, surely gives me one. I don’t know when did I start writing, or ,when did my love for it start to bloom. May be it was the matter of inflating my pride by becoming the first boy in class to submit an essay, or reading those umpteen nancy drew, enid blyton novels that intrigued me like nothing before.

Writing has always given me release; writing has always given me relief. It has always been my guard against the unfair world (Yeah! The dramatic me, the world is always unfair). But I don’t know, there is something in those words that come streaming out from the pen, something in those words that come on the screen after punching my keyboard. I don’t know what. I don’t want to. People write to express themselves, but for me words not only expresses me, they raise me to a new level, give me a new high, I bet no alcohol could provide, give me happiness to a degree that trying to describe the same would be futile. It has always given me comfort in ways unknown to me, it has made me think that I’m not some piece of shit to be trampled on( especially after seeing those over intelligent kids at the IIT coaching class), it has made me believe that even my life can have a purpose, that even my life will have a purpose.

They say, blessed is one who finds the true love in his life and I can say with pride that I have found mine. I have always believed that the greatest gift a man can give himself, is by doing what he likes(that is, by making a career out of something he loves doing). I don’t have any sky breaking ambitions in this regard too, probably because this is the real me, with no strings attached. But, that does not mean that I won’t have a go at it, I surely will. We all do things which we are supposed to do, swim with the current, write the story of ourlife as everyone has been doing in our family for decades. But, sometimes the passion refuses to ebb, because it is unfair to betray something, you love the most.

Bright Tunnel

There is always a part inside us which refuses to budge,which refuses to evolve,which refuses to reason,something which is born out of defeciency. We have all fought little wars in this insignificant life of ours,wars in theory but silent struggle in practical.There is no acknowledgement of tears,no soothing hand,no consoling shoulders.Everything is tattered but only one thing remains.Memories, which haunts you in and out,the ignominy in which you are thrown into.But, out of this is born one fact which we so casually ignore,forget easily.

Through out this ordeal, there is only one person which stands by you,tries bolstering you with all he has,but have we ever given it a thought?Have we ever acknowledged his presence?we want to cling on to myriad things in life when in trouble or strees,but have you ever tried loving something which stays through, no matter how taut or loose.Have you ever tried loving YOU?Even if you have no one in your life, you'll have yourself with you, its silent presence through the long tearful nights can't be ignored.Loving yourself doesn't mean looking into the mirrorand admiring your tresses, it means looking into yourself and admiring your values, it means trying to lift yourself with each passing second, it is about being true to the highest in yourself(the last line, courtsey Ayn Rand),it is about being still loving yourself,even ifthe whole world has turned its back.But, who needs the whole world if you have got yourselfwith you?I mean it is not a wrong thing if people adore you, but your being with yourself is the most important thing, and on the contrary even if the whole world likes you, but you can't respect and love yourself, then all that love which is being heaped upon is of no use.And that age old adage still holds good, "If you can't help yourself, no one else can help you".We have seriously become so busy with our scheduele that we have stopped peeping into ourself, stopped analysing purselves, stopped loving ourselves.

Also, something about insecurities.This life will come in many phases, phases means a stage in your life where you begin your account with zero emotion(zero emotion with respect toother people)where people don't know what kind of person you are,where they don't know aboutyour insecurities, and that is where the catch is,you should never mingle your past withyour present,you should never let the unhappiness of past cloud the happiness of present,because it was your past,it was your problem, and even if it is your problem,It is your problem.Sounds selfish,eh?But this is just the way life functions.

And by chance,if you start feeling weak by feeling lonely, don't worry, just close your eyes and think about yourself,your values,your vision,your dreams.You will never feel alone.Ifyou have you and your dreams with you,what else do you need?