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Hi readers, I am working on this particular theme. I shall post it soon.
Hi friends, I am back with this particular novel theme of mine. Chums, I would like to shed a beam of similarity on these two apparently differing guys : pain and pleasure. I firmly believe in the reality of the inseparable and closely-knitted association between the contrasting duo. See friends, let me elaborate on this with a simple example to prove my stand. Visualise yourself at an amusement park (in Indian scenario), you do naturally fall for a camel or a horse ride, don’t you? We are filled with exhilaration during the ride while the camel is subjected to an excruciating experience. This event compels me to ask you to cite me an instance where moments of pain and pleasure donot coexist concurrently. The most conspicuous thing is – “In pain, we seek pleasure and in pleasure, we seek pain”. It is a truth none can deny.
The fact which poses to be gigantically inscrutable to me is the infallible propensity of human beings to be sadistic; which is more of a innate virtue than a propensity as I previously stated. They take pleasure in inflicting pain. They hurt others, they kill others, they oppress others and whatever not. Those devilish virtues – how could they become humans??
I am still working on it, friends.
‘Moment’ is an informal way of referring to time, I feel. It tells about the duration of an event taking place in a certain stretch of time. We hear people blabbering about ‘happy moments’, ‘joyous moments’, ‘helpless moments’, ‘pleasing moments’ and those ‘anguished and miserable moments’. Not even a single day passes when we do not intercept any ‘sentence’ flowing through air which does not contain this particular term ‘moment’.
It is simply incongruous for me to figure out what the exact duration of a ‘moment’ is. Is it as small as the mathematical notation called epsilon”ε“ in differential calculus or is it as enormous as the infinity itself? When any person sees something which is highly unexpected, he gets perturbed for an instant. The so-called ‘moment’ could be as small as ‘epsilon’. For a convict lodged in a prison in absolute isolation, a ‘moment’ could be a prolonged period of time, say 10 or 20 or 30 or 40 years or so, depending upon the tenure he has to serve inside the prison. This is because the string of thoughts reigning within his mind remains the same over an extended period of time, implying that a ‘moment’ of his thrives very long.
I am of the belief that a ‘moment’ is made up of a cohesive stream of thoughts and thought-mediated actions, which survives for a definite period. Not to mention, a ‘moment’ leads to the next one once the cohesiveness of the present thoughts gets snapped. Hence a new moment acquires its niche within the cerebrum.
This ‘journey’ is so long, so exhausting, so excruciating, albeit so enticing. This ‘journey’ is our life, my life and life of any ‘breathing’ creature. Confronted with moments of thanksgiving and detestation, moments of dispiritedness and encouragement, this journey of ours treads on. We fail to halt for a while in order to liberate our minds to mull over the time which has been snapped away from us and to design a roadmap for the time which is to be lent to us, in an ever flowing gaiety till that instant when the ‘chain’ of life is all of a sudden delinked. I ask : “What if we could?” we would never suppose ourselves floating on an endless pail of water (I’m referring to the monotonicity of our lives we are facing).
The bygone days are so mesmerizing; I myself would love to fly back to the nostalgic days in which I virtually live each day, that ‘veritable’ past. I care not to look intently at the days I am ‘actually’ living; I fail to fantasize about the days to come. You know :
Past + Present + Future = Life
Present + Future = Reality
Future = Fantasy
You would revolt saying that I am glibly generalizing things but I believe that these three ‘transitory’ phases past, present and future could be blended (in an ascending manner) to produce three new things, each of its own ‘stature’ and implication. Together they make life; without past make reality; only future is merely a fantasy.
I do not purport myself to be a spiritual coach or some sort of guide in any guise, rather I am just an ordinary being. However I would say with full confidence that life always starts anew at each juncture in our journey. We simply fail to recognize it.
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