Let it be my way!

Tried adhering to the norms that define existence-- With a common notion of one being born wild, the society passes a bill of self-improvement on all. 

The game starts when the child barely learns to engage with the words spoken. Do this, do that-- Is this what you define what it should be? the charade carries on with the promise of rewards and honours, followed by the experience of the heaven only money can buy, juxtaposed with it, is the innocence of the child who doesn't care what the play is. He is muddled in his own existence, and there comes all to his rescue, to define the purpose, often which made little or no sense. 

The child is then compelled to learn to label, grade, and judge everything on his way. He is lost somewhere deep in the formula of being a gentleman from the savage. The idea of the self, flips over the context of self-improvement, without knowing that we can't do anything to get better than what we are. 

This might come to you as a relief; however the biggest irony would be -- we involve ourself in the process of self-improvement to make earth a better place to live, and be in service to people in need, creating more chaos than ever existed--dreadful ideas indeed!

The only way to realise the journey to self and improving the world is to know,

it is so. It is 'what is'. Being an observer helps, watch what happens, watch what you do. Your own nature will start taking care of itself because you are not obstructing its course. And one must not forget that the best creation always comes from a crazy mind.

Dweller on the Threshold !!

At a point when you realise, you depict all the persona in the parable you come across in the everyday experience, the term 'infinite self' draws attention. Finding self in the midst of infinite possibility, appears challenging when you know it leads nowhere.

There could be the bombardment of doubts from all forces at play.The doubt of who I am, the doubt of the purpose of being.

That's when the quest of finding answers begin-- through different roleplays-- the role of a father, a mother, a friend, a lover, a teacher, a protector,(the list could be endless) each role tries to achieve the zenith of perfection where the experience of heaven could be made. Never realising what heaven is, what are we running after-- 'being perfect in every instance', Is this the definition of heaven? If so, then achieving it is like -- dragging one to hell. Where there is nothing more to experience nor any wisdom to earn or to preach
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The soul-purpose of duality of  good and bad, day and night rest here. Every sunny day is the result of a stormy night, and every rainy day precedes the beautiful moonlit night. The cycle seems endless and is the cognition of reasoning.

Like a magnet where the two poles can never fall apart, the duality in life is what keeps it moving and where every moment  counts. Being just a spectator and flowing with the course helps, because the moment you become the monkey to help the fish from drowning-- the good becomes the evil and you are engulfed into the never-ending charade of the cycle of events that follow.

Mirage! That's all it.

There is restlessness all around! We are on a verge to prove who we are— some follow the path dictated for generations, some mould their way to the unknown leaving behind insecurities. 

The former leads a life in symbiosis, yet there is an unusual agitation that keeps rolling in mind— the urge to stand up to expectation, the urge to gift smile, the urge to protect, and the urge to be a role model, all seems to stack up the burden of being.

Knowingly or unknowingly we fathom into the web of entanglement; nevertheless, the mind peek-a-boos through the void created through the conflict between the soul and the projection of the world around—like the song of a cage bird, where things are known but longed for still.

The conflicting mind shoves us towards the goal without knowing—what the goal is? Where do we strive to reach? Is it the illusion of “we” around us or is it the insecure “I” that we contemplate?

The world syncs with every thought we are tuned in, every event in life stems from nothingness; every soul is the benefactor of its being. With the veil of insecurities removed, the need of expectation and attachment practically fades.

You are no longer under the spell of proving yourself— in fact, there is nothing to prove, every circumstances alongside consciousness flows relentlessly in your favor, because you provide life the life you behold and it cannot work against you.

May peace reign supreme!
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The Mysterious Parody of Love

Living behind the curtains of thought; the answers I seek from You will always remain a mystery. Your presence made me manipulate every bit of me to suit you.
Was I wrong?
Somehow, somewhere I lost my real self, clenched on to you, and finally tripped. Was it the fate or a lesson I needed explicitly?

The thought did cross my mind -- Whether I choose a faulty book to study Love or just a stupid whim for being alone?
Nevertheless, whatever I choose, the fate has to be right.

Unfurling the memories down the lane, there were times when our candour conversation was followed by a stretch of love making and knowing each other more intimately. Followed by a stretch of silence, the heart pounding, the whispering notes of the breathe and the aura of love filling the periphery.

The lights were dim, the eyes sparkled in the dark, the arms held tight melting its way all along as a wave fading its vigor reaching the shore.

The experience was somewhat to die for. Conjecturing my thought, the feeling was mutual and consensual. Ohh !! what a thought !!!

Shakespeare once said "Life is a theater and every individual in your life has a specific role to play", and your role in my life was undoubtedly spontaneous.

And yes, I know -- the life goes on.... however, the memory lingers on and on...

and the parody of love continues.......

Why Pile Up Those Insecurities?

We humans, time and again apprehend of being incomplete, and tend to seek the unending acquisition of abundant knowledge and experience; too often holding onto the prognostic action and belief.

As we wedge our way to the path of life, very often we tend to analyse our verdict. Some will generalize, some rationalize, and some will find ways to justify their intelligence; whether or not the thought holds any relevance in the present; forgetting the sequence of time.

Some perhaps might hold on to their past, regretting to what they have done, rather than getting experience, alright. Doesn't the life demand a simple cycle of being happy, happy, and happy in the three tense of time?

As a child we notice, happiness and security seemed to constitute life forever. However, as we evolve in time, the keys ingredients appear to be half the story. With the senses maturing our need for love, attention, pride, prestige, reverence, money, identity also sprouts along curving all its way to insecurity.

Insecure about love, insecure about money, insecure about position, prestige, religion all seem to shape up our life without a pinch of realization—these are merely the tricks of the illusive world we create around us.

Deep inside, the facts are known; nevertheless we tend to elude ourselves with a mere excuse of being human or humanness. Perhaps being a social animal we tend to customize our thoughts and be judgmental as we dislike being dejected.

The solution I suggest would be— the problem is not people, the problem is within us. I believe the problem is congenital as we are taught by our parents to consider all options and be realistic, making us more inclined to the negative scenarios.

But I would say— our thoughts create our reality and insecurities. It is alright to be what you are and once you realize it, the people around you will think its okay, too.

Be happy always !!

Cheers J

Is Merely Seeing, Believing?

Is This Real?

Do we see to what we believe or believe to what we see? Sounds confusing indeed; let me make it straight—inadvertently, we do the former, because if we could we would never believe to the extent we can perceive. Hence, seeing is not believing, it is just seeing.

The object or matter we come across is a mere reflection of what the brain intends to engulf. Things here could be a bit puzzling; however, I would say—our intellect is prejudiced. We limit our thoughts, forgetting there are n-dimensions through which it ventures.

 With few easy tricks we can temper with the sense of taste e.g., by changing the colour of the food and drinks, likewise, what we see can actually change the way we hear.

My recent research through Youtube give me an insight of an experiment performed by a psychologist Prof. Lawrence Rosenblum ,from the University of California on how the brain can be decepted in a matter of moments.

Check This Video

This video has left me awestruck and compels me to think, what if the world we live in is very much alike. 

What if the things of beauty, the things we strive to achieve is merely an illusion, an illusion of the mind that really does not exist. 

Perhaps, we are so much captivated with the illusion of three-dimensional world that the existence of the n-dimensions seems futile. Is it the viscous wheel of life that is endowed with birth or do we drag ourselves as a spoke or are we the real hamsters stuck in the wheel?

Life actually isn’t the way it looks, it is endless, it is aeon; we confine our thoughts in a closet with keys within us. There are endless discoveries yet to be made about life. This is just the beginning

Why are women gullible?

Women have always been a figment of men’s imagination. Our poets and authors have very well curved a niche to represent her-- beauty, talent, and godliness and with no doubt expressed it immaculately.

This reminds me of a saying now “A piece of beauty is a joy forever”. Does this “piece of beauty” make women more vulnerable to men? We know women loved to be pampered, protected, and have someone to rely on till the end; aren't these providing borderline to their own survival? They are submitting more to the ever dominating male species to solve their problems and to give them a sense of security.

Swami Vivekananda once said—“Who are you to solve women's problems? Are you the God that you should rule over every widow and every woman? Hands off! They will solve their own problems”.

I was quite impressed to what Swami ji said, he wanted women to be more independent, to do things more themselves, it is more of the brain power that you need rather than the muscles.

Now let me just put a question— 1) Do men take advantage of women?

                                                   2) Do women give advantage to men?

The questions are controversial. However, we know it always takes two to quarrel. Men out there of course take an undo advantage of women be it by physical dominance or by sex.  My question is why women at that time like to be treated the way?

Do they really have to bear the pain?

What are they scared of?

Why they pretend to be an effing little fragile teddy bear?

People will come out with numerous answers /solution to it, yet the domestic violence, rapes, and indifferences never seize to exist.

With the old Indian Tradition of “Pati being a Permeshwar” and the society demoralizing women for any achievement, triggers a lot of incompetence in behavour among women; as a result in the battle of the sexes women could be a very fickle competitor. At times she might compete the rat race, but at the end let the opposite sex win, perhaps the fruits she thinks is not what she desires.

Silly isn’t?

I would conclude my blog by saying a woman who comes out to the world should be well prepared to battle it, to save her honour and dignity because at the end if you cannot help yourself nobody can.

NEVER GIVE UP 

All The Best !!