A free play of disjointed thoughts

My pen had dried. So I could not write for days. But today evening somebody pricked my heart with a pointed weapon and my heart bled. I filled my pen with my blood and set to write. I have heart and blood and I feel pain so I write………..

‘Sampoong’ is a name whom I encounter in the cyber space. He had left a beautiful presentation on POLITICS. I viewed the presentation and was happy to know that how politics rapes us every day with or without our consent. I am a common man and I know how to resent and then keep quiet. And the world goes on as it is.

For a moment I was struck with a moral dilemma. I thought what to do and what not to do but at last like others I took the option which was convenient to me. Because I live a life of convenience and the rules of morality are now the stuff of theory……

I read about a scientist who was great in the eyes of the world and himself. He had paused and had wrecked his precious brain in silence to find out the name of another scientist who could be intellectually on a par with him…..

I saved the barber’s phone in my contact book. So next time I will not crowd his shop sitting in a queue. But he has to pause his job of hair dressing of a gentle man in the middle to receive my call. Let him solve his problem.

America’s economy is degenerating. I learnt it from the newspaper. …….Oh I see my heart has stopped bleeding now but the wound is still there. See you tomorrow.

When you feel empty and monotonous

When you feel empty and monotonous, when you crave for newness and new directions, you be assured that you are at the boiling point and soon you are going to have a change of phase/state. And whole-heartedly welcome that new change. “Change is the law of nature.” And any change that is positive is a part of evolution. But to mould a change in the form of a positive transformation is an inner mechanism that begins from the level of mental thoughts.

The feeling of emptiness and rootlessness is the distinguishing mark of the ultra-modern society. Ennui and depression cloud many people how successful they may seem in their lives. However, these black clouds that set a temporary freeze to the mind are bedecked by some great silver linings. It is because the feeling of inner dissatisfaction forms the igniting fire that is indispensable to launch the life-rocket into the limitless space. Lord Buddha, J.Krishnamurthi, Vivekananda and many other original thinkers of humanity had their inception from that same emptiness of life. And they could add new dimensions to the very human existence by seeking something esoteric and unfathomable. This truth is well proven numerous times in the annals of human race.

When it seems that life is lost in the labyrinth of dark passages, the immortal soul generates a strong force to overpower the pervading gloom. And the individual only needs to stir the invincible inner power with the stick of faith and confidence. Therefore, always believe…….I AM SOMEONE WHO IS BEYOND ANY HUMAN COMPREHENSION AND BEYOND THE PETTY FRAGMENTING FORCES OF THE WORLD AROUND…..I AM OF THE SPIRIT AND MIND. MY SPIRIT & MIND ARE INDOMITABLY POWERFUL……I AM NOW ABOVE MY OWN PREVIOUS SELF…..NOW I AWAKE WITH RENEWED AND REINFORCED SPIRITUAL ENERGY TO SOLVE MY PROBLEMS WITH A SMILE. I SEE ALL MY PROBLEMS VANISHING AND THINNING OUT BECAUSE I AM PURE LIGHT AND PURE DELIGHT. I AM HERE TO MAKE THE WHOLE EXISTENCE FULL OF JOY AND HAPPINESS. HEY! I LOOK UP FROM THE SKY AND THE WORLD LOOKS SO GREEN.AND I SEE HOW I AM NOW ENJOYING MY LIFE. ALL MY PROBLEMS HAVE TURNED INTO YELLOW FLOWERS AND SENDING THE FRAGRANCE OF MY SPIRITUAL REALIZATION UP AND ABOVE…………

GHAJINI

I dreamt of her. I dreamt of love, roses and a moon lit night with her. I dreamt of her soft body in my arms. I imagined that I kissed her. So I stood before her and offered my precious heart. She took my heart and I became strangely happy. I forgot myself in between her kiss-locked lips. Her touch of lips penetrated my soul. And as such, I was completely sold to her. I was sold in the love-market with my whole-heart.

After some days I saw her buying vegetables. I went near her. I knew she was mine so I smiled at her but surprisingly she did not recognize me. I could not find what was wrong. I tried to remind her about the love, roses and the moonlit night but she did not say anything. She stared at me as if I was a stranger. On my repeated entreaties she spoke…..”Women are fitted with a brain like that of the protagonist in GHAJINI and you have to bear that. “

Now I left her because she refused to recognize me and I went to see the movie (Gajini) with a big pop-corn packet but now I was WITHOUT HER.  

A CLOSED DOOR DOES NOT MEAN THE END OF ALL HOPES

All said that one deity high in that mountain listened to everybody’s woes and washed all human sufferings instantly.

I climbed step by step to reach that deity. My body ached not because of the arduous climb but because of an injured heart and my pace slowed down not because of the steepness of the mountain but because of a hopeless life.

The journey was painful and very painfully I climbed the steep mountain and reached the doors of the deity. But I had to stand at the door. I could not step inside. I could not see the deity because the doors of the temple displayed a colossal lock. And I stood there gazing at a lamp, which was burning on the threshold, with a small but constant flame.

Frustration and disappointment clouded the mind and with tears I turned my face. However, suddenly something queer happened. I felt that I failed to reach my goal but I was standing high above the mundane world. I was at the top-at the top of a hill. And I could view that the world was all beautiful.

And I learnt, “A CLOSED DOOR DOES NOT MEAN THE END OF ALL HOPES.’