Independent enough?

Why do we need another human to comprehend our existence? Why is a mirror never enough to realize your being? Is independence a mere thought? Are we ever independent of the cigarettes we smoke or the thoughts that keep us chained? How real is this idea of being independent?

The Immortals of Meluha: A Disappointment

This book is a nightmare for all those who not only are devout lovers of Shiva but worship him for what we know of him. For me it definitely was a nightmare. The idea of his journey from human to supreme being is the only thing about the plot that I liked and which had tempted me to buy this book. But, very sadly, I could not relate to the wrong facts(they pinched me very much) and to the very vague writing (which killed me)!! Moreover, if you really want to know Shiva, go read Shiva Purana or Saivism this book is not for you. But, if in case you just want a not so well-written Indian fiction you could waste your time on this! I believe even fiction should have some essence to it. I am very disappointed. The thought that in this book Shiva does not know who Ram was when basically Hanuman was the eleventh avatar of Shiva makes no sense at all to me. I mean it's not that my 'sentiments' are 'hurt'. Just that this book could have talked about a time way before that which would have actually made sense. It seems like the Indian version of Harry Potter where Harry, who is destined to fulfill certain prophecy, plays along. The only difference being that he becomes God here!
Sati cannot marry anyone and Daksha is perfecly happy that Shiva is interested in his daughter because he is their savior. I mean it is not bad fiction but just that it's not appealing at all.
I did not even want to finish reading it.
It is sad that this is what is representing Contemporary Indian literature. Read Kalidasa instead, go back to 1BC, his plot and writings are way more interesting than this well marketed book!

Flash of light

I don't belong to the God's world or the mortal world. I live in an entirely different plane of time and dimension. There is nothing that stops me from believing that the plane that I belong to - there at least I know everything.

Coloured in the nest of the soul lies a deep meaning of the regret and remorse. The tears that seep down my face every time those faces float in my mind are not the tears of sorrow or joy. They are the tears of my pointless meanderings and loss.

Brimming with thoughts and the feelings tagged with them, they entangle me in the journey so oblique and far fetched that nothing seems to make sense anymore.
The surface says it does not have to make sense and the deep insides say that it all makes sense - just am that shallow never to realize the true essence of it.

So, it could be true that which my depth says. It could be true that which my surface says. My surface, it's scarred and my insides are well preserved in layers, and layers of eras, centuries and generations of wisdom, love and life.
My surface is the reason I live, though there are better ways to do so. It still is the best shield that I have got.

The one who is unaware of his own powers, and depths. My life remains to be his ordeal. To remind him of his powers and to help him come out of these realms of worldliness.
I was rewarded everything but patience and it remained and remains to be a pathetic problem of the surface.

I opened the doorway to this beautiful light and I have to pass through this blazing light to be able to master it and master it well. People say, there is no light, no master, no slave, no sin and no pain. People are right. There is no light. There is only darkness of the soul, for we live in it. The light is only a flash in the storm. There is no master, only a guide. There is no slave, only a follower, who follows until he becomes the guide. There is no sin, for every act is one. You cannot classify it. Every act of yours is a sin. There is no pain for except that in the mind and on the body that you feel. But, all that happens to the body and the surface of the mind is unreal.

Unreal is what we live. Real is far out of our reach. No one will talk about the real ever, even those who know about it. You'll see in their eyes a different flame and you'll question it and you'll not get it - unable to withstand its blazing and intense light you might look away. But, that flame continues to burn for it's real, more real than anything else. And that power knows Reality.

People say don't think about the past or the future, live in the present. Wrong. I say live in the past, present and the future. But learn to bring yourself back to your own self after the day's journey in past, present and future.

Everyday remember something sad and beautiful that belongs to the past. Everyday memorize little bit of the present and breathe life into it. Everyday plan a little something for the future. That is living. More of an omnipresence of the mind which either way it is custom-ed to do, for the mind never rests and so the light that you seek goes on to be intense in the darkness of the soul.

Swallow the Unreal. Leap into the darkness. Strive for the light hidden in it and burn with the blazing flame and become the Reality - seep into this darkness to discover the true nature of the Reality. Universe beckons us - you, me, and everyone.

We are all heading towards the Dark Reality and the Unreal Light.

The predesigned life!?

So ever wondered what is right and wrong? what is left and what in the name of god is right? What is good or bad? why can we not agree to the simple fact that a commited guy and a single girl can be best friends? Why can we not love someone twice or half our age? What is perfect? And who  exactly defined it for us? There might be traffic rules but who made the life rules, the relationship rules, the marriage rules, friendship rules and the gender rules for us?
Who exactly told us that you cannot do or can do things? And why do we have to have a routine? Why is it not once - just once, not okay not to judge. Why is not easy to NOT judge someone doing something they want to do? Why can it not be just happy or sad instead of good or bad then everything would be judged on the basis of - if it makes us happy or not. Right?
No rights or wrongs if you are happy. There is no question mark.
The problem is not the person who fell in love with his 10 year younger student. The problem is us. Its you and me who are not part of that person's experience and hence do not and cannot understand their rights and wrongs. For once why not stop judging yourself also? Why not carve a life that you want to live with yourself and others? Why not grow out of the prescribed norms of rights and wrongs? Why not do what makes you feel good, why not be with someone who completes you rather than someone who fits the profile of standard perfection?
Its weird how with growing age something that was right for us becomes wrong for someone younger. How we tend to rub the markings of imperfection from our face so that we inspire the younger generation to be good and right. But have you ever thought why can you not just own up to not the wrongs or rights but to the options that were put forth you and your decisions? It is never wrong or right as I said earlier. Right and wrong is an illusion which people around us plant in us and we plant in them. What is there are choices and what you can do is choose. You could choose a chocolate fantasy or the big banana, its your call. Its your life to live and design. There is right and left for oneself though. But the catch here is - What might be right for you could be left for me and what could be left for you might be right for me.
So, the point am trying to make here is how much is too much and how many is too many and if enough is ever enough? Will we ever know? In the same manner if right is good or bad and if bad is good or bad you will never know. So draw the line or define your decision by happy or sad/unsatisfied. That way you are always happy if you choose to be!
Design your own life. Don't buy it readymade from a store near you. Stich the wrong parts and use the wrong colours and beads. Maybe,  you might even like and be happy with the wrong design.
But again, who decided the rights and wrongs for you?