You must have seen that a scratch on your own kith and kin, triggers such infuriation and blossoms such affection. While the same mishap leading to some others getting totally defaced and bruised does not bother you. Has any similar notion ever sprouted in your mind? Would you settle an accord with me that pains are similar for everyone and if inflicted bear the same consequences? Irrespective of whatever your answer maybe, let me give you a glimpse about a speck of human nature. A human never feels the pain and anguish of fellow humans, unless they are relationally his. You would observe that people show their frustration for a moment or two to sympathesise the loss of unrelated fellow humans. But I prefer to call it mere ‘showy’. The rationale behind this particular assertion of mine has its ground in the fact that we are obsessed with attachment. We feel the pains of only such beings with whom we are attached to and any tragic incidents amounting to their lives do aggrieve us. For the ‘not-attached-to-us’ folks, we simply utter “Ah! What the Lord has done to him”, proving our deepest condolences in the lightest gaiety. A few exist, who may sense the ‘universal’ pain, overlooking the ‘fence’ of attachment, but they are only a few.
I sit pondering over this pervading relational-discrimination which dominates our minds. Could I foresee the eradication of the ‘former’? Is there any possibility of the people stopping to say, “He is not mine”? Won’t the concept of universal brother and sisterhood be realized and also paving a way for the est ablishment of my own concept of ‘universal onehood’; where people would be brimming with noble virtues of affection shown towards one another? World could be a ‘heaven’ in truth. No countries would thrive except for one super-nation. People becoming cosmo-citizens, associated through sociological, psychological, cultural and economic attachment all-in-one.
But, only if the notion of “BECAUSE (S)HE IS NOT MINE” is wiped from their brains.
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“How marvelous this world is!” – exclaims a victor. “Oh! I never really felt this fragrance this flower contains,” murmurs he, bringing a china rose to his nose. Does anyone has this ‘blood’ of happiness circulating through his ‘joyous’ arteries and veins, except a victor? This may sound quite like a fairy tale; you would even dress the writer as insane. However silly this may seem, it stands unrefuted. Have you ever seen a ‘ferocious’ gleam in the eyes of a victor? Can you make out the sense of achievement and the sense of winning which his eyes behold in its admirable quietness, much like a queer place situated in the untold tranquility of wilderness? We may stand astounded by the veritable energy, vigour and the never-dwindling spirit a victor displays. His happiness is the fruit borne out of his endurance, persistence and resilience even when any stroke of misfortune is inflicted upon him. Because he has risen over all the barriers, facing them with guts and bringing them down to his knees, he realizes his ecstasy. He finds everything so interesting and so enchanting. Even that stray dog whom people regard as the harbinger of filthiness; anything perhaps, anything which is never cared of, never rendered any importance. Beauty to him has quite a different ‘perspective’, different from the rest of the masses. He is uniquely-minded.
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It is said that our difficulties never come to an end. The more difficulties we overcome, still heavier becomes the load of impending obstacles. So amusing and embarrassing this fact simultaneously is, isn’t it? Such is this case with every person and so it has become with me. The hope of ending up with all the miseries, all the shortcomings, the frustations keep on wrecking the nerves but to no avail. This is an inevitable concern for the whole multitudes of people, groups, societies, nations and apparently universe as a whole. I surmise the bundle of the things-to-do never get exhausted. The call of ‘DO IT’ keeps ringing in our ears and hypnotises our minds; making us accomplish and win over those tasks.
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“When a person hits you once, it is his mistake,
When the same person hits you twice, it is your mistake.“
– The Vedas
We are responsible for our deeds, our actions, our perceptions, our negligences, our ignomicity and our sluggishness throughout our life. We must introspect and reintrospect anything which is put before us, not merely give it a glance and let it go at that. The dormancy which surrounds us from within has to be penetrated to get a first-hand knowledge about an action which may later turn into inaction, just because of the lack of our deliberation. We do, we perform small actions round the clock, but many a time, we prefer to keep our consciousness away, which costs us everything.
Similar is the case of our behavior towards other persons, may be our parents, well-wishers, friends,etc. We behave the way we like, with them disregarding the dire consequences we may creep into. What we need is 24X7 consciousness and alertness in playing the role we have been assigned to on this world’s stage (referring to Shakespeare’s quote -‘The world is a stage and all men are merely actors.’). We must visualise our way of presentation in front of the audience (single person, or more), lest we regret it later. Note, a stitch in time saves nine. We are required to present our thoughts in an unambiguous manner, lacking all types of vagueness.
This is a projected version of the novel ” The Eyes That Have Run Dry “, which I am going to publish in a short time.
I have set the ball rolling on this project. I will soon publish a gist of whatever I have planned to author in my original work on the page tab “My Novel“.
THE ONLY CELESTIAL PLACE ON THE WORLD HAS ITS DWELLING IN THE EYES OF A CHILD.
– Krishna Chand Avatar
Full of appreciation, full of praises, full of curiosity, full of divinity and ignorance; assimilate the attributes of a child. Being devoid of knowledge, but laden with baskets of inquisitive questions, the soul and the conscience is free from blemish and blots. The carefree mind is so appreciable and praiseworthy: a thing every grown up yearns for. Nevertheless this taint-free mind of a child gets blackened with the passing time; pursuance of worldly realisation brings about everything. Guilt and innocence are the two contrasting traits. The perception of guilt starts building up in the mind of a grown-up, the more ‘aware’, and the innocence is stripped of.
Imagine, glancing at the world metaphorically through the eyes of a child. A child appreciates the world in every sense. It admires the beauty of the environment, the nature and perhaps everything with gentleness, mellowness and cheer. Piousness and innocence govern their world. Certain elements like malice, avarice, envy, hate, cruelty etc. find no place in their world. What they love, what they observe, what they think, is so enchanting that the grown up can’t stop admiring. They just say “God lies in the mind and soul of a child.”
Hope is a sprouting seedling in a barren land.