Thursday, July 16, 2009

that thing called love...

'll tell you what real love is. It is blind devotion, unquestioning self-humiliation, utter submission, trust and belief against yourself and against the whole world, giving up your whole heart and soul to the smiter.’

-Charles Dickens


Love’s glory demeans you, its disgrace glorifies you. Its futility makes you worthwhile, it’s worthiness makes you feel futile. Its truth falsifies you at the same time; its naked deceit purifies your whole existence. Such is the paradox of love! When in love, we tend to die and take birth every moment. The pain takes over your existence and somehow, we start romancing with it. One can talk about the affair to oneself endless time, yet the story is never complete.

I always felt that there are different levels of being do exist at the same time. That may be the reason why one cannot understand the person existing at different level. We completely ignore other’s point of view rejecting it altogether. When in love, you exist in different levels at the same time. Your one level cannot understand other level and you keep shuffling between these levels. The magnificence of the whole world seems unworthy of pondering over when we look through the myopic lenses of love.

Whenever I went back to the roads of love a lot travelled, I found the trails of events which followed each other, there was lot of disconnect … somehow my life still found its worth being in those connects and disconnects. There are unending times, I can talk to myself about those said and unsaid words, relieve the pain, enjoy the agony and perhaps relive the sheer joy. And no matter where I went, I lived around that one axis. Seems no matter what I do to run away from it, my steps are always backward towards that point. I could never exactly find out whether I was tied down at waist to that certain point by some invisible rope that my steps are moving in the air at the same place or it was the memory lane which followed me to the long way. Perhaps I could never un-carry that baggage inside my heart and soul. Perhaps it’s matter of time and intensity of one’s experiences in past and present.

Friday, April 10, 2009

Sunday, March 15, 2009

Karma and Life

“Karma is a concept in Hinduism which explains causality through a system where beneficial effects are derived from past beneficial actions and harmful effects from past harmful actions, creating a system of actions and reactions throughout a person's reincarnated lives" (Wikipedia)


I sometimes wonder what is the logic behind ‘Karma’ if it is what really happens. This has lot of importance of Hindu Philosophy. Even westerners have given similar philosophy about life and death, good and evil…I happened to read a few books by Brian Weiss (Psychiatrist and Past Life Regression Expert) like Only Love is Real; Many Lives, Many Masters (which are based on true incidents), there also the Karma philosophy was reiterated.


What perplexes me that what is the point of punishing anyone for a wrong, which he/she cannot remember that s/he did! I won’t talk about getting rewards for the things; you cannot remember because who minds having chocolate, which you haven’t purchased. I mean it is like when I was in my nappies, I bit someone’s finger (innocuously) and as a punishment, I am getting a tight slap on my face by a third person when I am thirty year old (And Hell, I don’t even remember if I really did that, or someone is just slapping me just because s/he doesn’t like my face!). The ‘Karma’ thing is even worse, it punishes you for the wrong you did in other life and makes you culpable for the thing, hardly anyone can make you remember (until and unless you have a real good bank balance to afford you a Brian Weiss).


Whenever something bad happens to me, or nothing good happens to me (which is all in same thing and it happens quite frequently), few people tell me that it’s because of my ill past Karma in past life and I should do extra good things to nullify the bad effect. Perhaps they say this so that I don’t feel that life is not fair. But problem is that thinking about this ‘Karma’ effect, I feel this is more unfair because I don’t feel guilty at all for the past life doings(which obviously I don’t know) and I feel it is very unjust to penalize for the sin, which I haven’t committed, while others getting an extra pie every time, for the good they don’t remember they did (neither do I remember!). Even if I come to know what bad I did in the past life(even heinous things like I murdered… plundered...), I don’t think I will feel bad as it is not something in my conscious, it will be like someone is telling me bullshit story about me (since I think I cannot kill anyone or steal/plunder in ‘this’ life!)


Perhaps even if it is true, it makes life more unfair, because if this illogical rewarding/punishment is based on some philosophy of the destiny or the Supreme, then also it doesn’t give me any relief. It would have been better if the life’s good and bad are happening, just because they had to, there are no reasons behind all this. It’s so unreasonable that some illogical way of doing things was devised some day, majority agreed thinking it profound, it was declared to be best way and we unasked (for the opinion) living beings are at the receiving end of all this nonsense!

Friday, March 13, 2009

sUbLiMiNaL...

“I have heard when it hits you, you feel very light”

As I uttered this, all of a sudden the whole world around me started floating before my eyes. The air became so thick that I was feeling so much lighter in the comparison. The horizon was seeming wobbly, sometimes too far, sometimes too close by…my every single muscle seemed to be paragliding open in the heavens. While walking, I felt there was no force by the surface against my feet, it was just I was walking in free air with invisible support. My steps were becoming reckless and track aimless, and so were my talks. My imaginations had left all the bounds at that time. I started imagining the campus of IMT – bricked and brick red lobbies and lush green flora as the set of Super Mario ( a video game, I think most of us in my generation must have played) where everything was looking as pretty as picture, painted so very perfectly by an artist. I started feeling unusual silkiness of air against my face and started enjoying its scintillating touch. It was quite sunny at that time, but I felt as if harsh rays of sun are not touching me, but they are getting reflected back to the infinity. My thought process has become like Hariwansh Rai Bachchan's poetry, I was imagining things in different way deliberately and sometimes, spontaneously but I was enjoying the process at the same time because I never felt so childlike and creative, never felt like enjoying my being so much.


But at the same time, life around me started feeling like conundrum, every thread of the connection of thoughts, speech and actions so much entangled with one other that I was not able to decipher which one I did, which one I spoke and which thing, I merely thought. I knew I was floating in the ‘Highs’, I knew I am becoming extra verbose, I knew that this is not the way I generally behave, but I wasn’t able to control my whims and speech. My vocabulary in Hindi as well as English had become so restricted that though my mind was taking plunges in the depth and breadth of philosophy and imagination, but I was not able to articulate properly, I was finding it intricate to find words even for the elementary language. Though I never lost the track of ‘morally’ right and wrong things to do and I could easily judge, what will be a complete outrageous action to do and thing to utter, but at the same time, I wasn’t sure at which level this ‘High’ will lead to. I already had spoken few funny things on Mess Table like ‘ Are, koi bhukhe ko khana do’, which I realized just after I spoke was not a very right thing to say. Every sequence seemed dreamlike, when you don’t know what you are doing is in real or in the dream.



The pace of time had become very slow. The extreme ‘High’, which I experienced for about 1 and ½ hour seemed like half a day. And then, I just wanted to feel normal and leveled. It was becoming so very complicated for me to remember things just after few minutes passed. When I went back to take a bathe, my general pace of doing things had become so slow or felt so slow and disjoint that after every 1-2 minutes, I had to remind myself purposefully that I have to take a bathe. With every splash of water, I was imagining like I was in an ocean, unbound and relentless … and trying to survive from choking into water. I was feeling so very exhausted and so very suffocated with myself… I felt like being perished in the nauseated sensation. After taking rest for 2-3 hours, the sensation went back as suddenly as it came. It was as if my brain and senses have been kept in the simulated heavy air filled balloon and suddenly, I am taken out of the balloon to normal air. The unusual effect went down gradually with time, it took around one and half day for me to come back to the realm. And I am so glad that I am here back to self.



I never felt that way in real till the day of this Holi, when I tried out ‘Bhang’ for the first time. They say it hits harder on the teetotaler, who has never tried out any form of addiction. Perhaps, it is true as I was perhaps only one of the lots who didn’t have any prior rendezvous with any sort of the addictive material. And God, it was such a chaos for me that it became too messy to handle. When I was set, though I could experience unbound joys of the other world while being in the same, I also imagined the imaginary gases emanating from the ‘bhang’ and hitting my brain cells and making them slow and conditioned!!! (It may sound weird!). I felt that time as if I am never going to regain consciousness.



And I would never like to experience it again though I don’t repent experimenting with it once. After all, I got to know why being ‘High’ is called being ‘high’, not anything else! It was not good as an experience, but nevertheless not bad as experiment (just for once) either!