The Forbidden Truth

This is what i mean when i say a little bit of "everything"...this one's a story..i needed to write one, but was really pressed for time..So in half an hour, this is what I wrote..I know it could have been better, but:(...still nevertheless, I'm expecting plenty of criticism:D

THE FORBIDDEN TRUTH!!!

It's hard to ever define a moment like that with words. No sequence of alphabets,no chronology of syllables could ever be good enough to breathe life into the innocence of that moment. It was so saturated with joy,rather ecstasy, that there was no room for any trace of doubt,apprehension or malice in it. It was born the way millions of moments are born,but it was one of those that refused to die,ever.Like a diamond,it was forever. It could survive till eternity on the sheer strength of the way it eliminated an inherent weakness. His weakness,and probably hers too.

But it won't be fair to call her weak,because it was from her inner strength itself that the moment had derived its astonishing strength,its enrapturing passion,its miracle!She had a rejuvenating spirit..full of optimism and belief,full of life...just that she let only the roses be visible, only the fragrance be tangible, only the harmony of the beauty be audible and only the golden letters that read "HOPE" be legible. Behind the curtains probably was hidden a plethora of thorns, mountains of despair, tonnes of anxiety, agonies of defeat, piles of frustration, bouts of revenge and an iota of malice...in short everything else needed to call her a complete "human". But what the hell,no one knew all that!

Sometimes, the trivial is of the utmost importance. Therefore, probably the most significant part of that moment was not the smiles that abound everywhere, but the tiny semblance of a tear at the corner of his eye. The mini droplet, that never grew further on his dry eyes, and was perhaps perceivable also for only a fraction of a second, but nevertheless defined the bliss it had provided to his soul.

For the first time he felt complete, secure, independent, alive. For the first time, he smiled without a reason, or an inhibition. For the first time, he felt there was some meaning to his existence. For the first time he imagined he could see a ray of light, and hope, piercing throughout the gloom of his life. For someone who had never known what light meant, for someone who had never experienced the privilege of sight, though probably understood what a great gift to mankind it was better than most others, it was a big achievement. All thanks to her...

He was blind, and crippled-his right leg was unnaturally shorter than the left- since birth, and therefore, an unwanted liability to his family, who probably didn't even remember this rotten branch of there family tree now. He had been living at this blind school for 10 years now, or maybe 12. In any case, it didn't matter to him, for he had no sense of time, and no meaning of living. He had never quite gotten over the shock element of the knowledge that those who had given birth to him had abandoned him so totally when he was just an infant. What was his fault? And why did he exist? He had never been able to repair those scars on his existence, that had marred his innocent soul years ago....

..until that moment, when she gently held his hand, and just said this much to him-"God gives the toughest examinations to his dearest children, but along with that, he also gives them secret powers which enable you to pass them all with flying colors. All you have to do is to believe u can, and smile. If you can generate the will inside you to fight, to live on- come what may, suddenly living will become easier, and pleasant, for then He'll hold your hand and guide you along!!!"

As she spoke, a number of things happened simultaneously. He broke into a spontaneous smile, every wound of his past now seemed so trivial to him, his deficiencies such a small hindrance, for the first time a "surmountable" challenge...A hope was born, that one day he'll be able to win over god if he could face every challenge He threw up to him. A will, a zeal, a desire, and lots of joy-they all appeared from nowhere in that one moment. All thanks to her...
Many NGOs and social workers had come to their school, but he knew she was the only one he wanted to listen to. Immediately, he stood up, and asked her to pass on his tools. He knew now he'd learn, he'd work, he'd give a meaning to his life, and he'll do all this in a way better than anyone else. And this time God will help him. Not any more would he refuse the few opportunities life presented to him to better itself. He knew this was his chance, and he was ready to grab it.

She reached for the tools, and extended them towards him. Suddenly, there was a painful cry...Blood gushed out within seconds, and very soon, he was dead!!!!

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Next morning, The Times of India reported:

BLIND SCHOOL STUDENT KILLS CLASSMATE, COMMITS SUICIDE

24th Feb, New Delhi

TOI correspondent

A shocking incident here at the "Mishra Blind School" near Connaught Place has left the authorities in a tizzy. Yesterday at around 2 pm, a blind girl stabbed one of her classmates in the institute workshop and committed suicide soon after. Being lunchtime, very few people were present at the site, and the reasons for the tragedy are yet unknown, though investigations are on. the girl had recently been shifted from the Chandigarh branch of the school where she'd been living for the last two years, following the death of her family and her own blinding in a tragic accident. according to the manager, she was an amicable person with a good record, but it's possible she lost her mental balance, or it could have been an accident. The victim, was a difficult guy, often depressed, and here for around 12.5 years now. the two had never been seen together before. Still the police are not ruling out any possibility. A romantic tangle between the two is also being investigated. as of now, the twin death remains a mystery.

Love and..er...logic?

One interesting question I myself have very confused thoughts on..so i thought i'll write it down..maybe that'll get some coherence in....

I was wondering if love and logic(as in reasoning, or rationality, call it what u like) can co-exist? Are they related?Can they be related?
Is love actually blind?
With no room for thinking, reasoning, and planning...of the kind that we do for other serious issues like career, and life?
We all want to have control over our life...as i said in the previous post...
We all wanna be sure we are doing the right kind of things, making the right decisions,especially those decisions that we know influence our life in a big way, and love is one of them...
But very often we don't ourselves see any role of the mind in matters of love...it's heart's domain..the land of whims and fancies..the zone where logic has no say.It's rollercoaster of bliss and misery alternating, arbritarily...and those in love seem to enjoy this very thing...
People in love claim that there r no rules, no planning, no definitions and no laws in love...
I dunno..is it really true? practically... No experience:P..but would like to know....
At least a stable relationship cannot be based on just whims, or complete lack of logic...I cannot conceive it this way..but i may be wrong...
A crush maybe blind (ok ok only the eyes workin..er, staring...well, and mouth drooling, but the mind is numb):D...infatuations may also be illogical, impractical, and baseless...
But when you talk of love, I expect it's something else..We might need to consider past, present, and future in love..sanely...We might even sometimes need to "analyze" if we really love the one we "feel" we do, or that maybe it's time to say "goodbye" to a relationship....
There must be some room for logic in love.............

OR MAYBE I AM TOTALLY WRONG....
...even when i write this post....
...why am i trying to xplain anything to do with love with logic...
...maybe it's meant to be that way...
...maybe being so unconnected with logic is wat makes love so beautiful...
...maybe, one should listen to the heart at times...and do mistakes, and learn from them...and laugh and cry, and do mistakes again....
...maybe THAT's life!!


..sigh...still confused............:(

Just Wondering...

Some random thoughts...

somehow, it just occured to me that one of the most desired things by all of us is control over our lives...we all scramble for control, all the time:control over nature, life, work, other people, u name it....
But more than anything we all want to control our own lives...so that nothing goes wrong with it, at least not unexpectedly...
Many times we encounter situations when we want to do something, but know that we can't, or shouldn't...like if u have a bad throat and the weather is cold, but u still feel like having an icecream..knowing fully well u'll pobably end up in bed with a fever the next day!Or when u have an exam and u know u've a lot of mugging to do,still u;re tempted to wile away time, sleep, or catch a movie....
Those are the situations, u end up scolding urself mostly... the mind wars urself...and regardless of who wins, or what the consequences are...in the end u always wish u had more control on ur life...that whimsical impulsive actions tha u need to regret later never happened...

Then again, my crazy mind asks me that maybe these whimsical moments are the ones that define life...that make living the joy and the fun it is..and that without them living would be like a jail....a punishment...!!!

Oops..here i go again..wish i were more decisive than this!:P

this time the philosophy class...

though these are a little boring...
(philosophy lecture is faaaaaaaaaaaaar more interestin than inorganic;) )

kabhi umeed se chamak uthti hain
kabhi haya se jhuk jati hain
ya to tumhari yaadon mein khoyi rehti hain
ya fir tumhari nazron mein kho jaati hain!


Door hokar bhi itne paas ho
Sach ho ya koi ehsaas ho
agar sach mein kareeb ho to zara kaan paas lana
main tumko bataaoon tum kitne khaas ho....

My Creative classroom....

While others make themselves go crazy with some stupid science and maths, my creativity overflows ;)....
This is a product of an Inorganic lecture...:D

Yoon na milo karo tum humse kuch lamhon ke liye...
lamhen to beet jate hain, hum theher jate hain
Tum to aate ho, muskurate ho, chale jate ho
Aur hum kai ghanto tak fir khud ko talashte reh jate hain
kai bar lagta hai woh lamhe palak jhapakte hi beet gaye
Aur kai bar khud ko bas unhi lamhon mein jeeta pate hain
Aisa kya kiya that tumne, ki mujhko mujhise chura gaye
Hum to fir kai lamhon tak yahi sochte reh jate hain......!

timepass....

Have You Ever Wondered.........

• Why does the sun lighten our hair, but darken our skin?
• Why can't women put on mascara with their mouths closed?
• Why is it that doctors call what they do "practice"?
• Why is the man who invests all your money called a broker?
  When dog food is new and improved tasting, who tests it?
• Why are they called apartments when they are all stuck together?
• If con is the opposite of pro, is Congress the opposite of progress?

lol.......................

The face of death!

Something I wrote..comments welcome...

THE FACE OF DEATH

Why, do you think, is "death" such a sinister word? Why is the word itself thought of as something evil, taboo, scary, unlucky, a bad omen? Death, essentially, means and signifies an end- an end of a life, of a thought, of an emotion, of an idea, of a belief, of a hope, of a tradition, of anything that had once been 'born'. This brings us to the more crucial question of the necessity of “death” and “birth”. Birth means a fresh arrival, of a new life, a new thought, emotion, or idea- almost always a moment of joy and celebration, and is important for any civilization to exist. All things, good or bad, must and do come to an end. Change is an unchangeable law of nature; the only constant factor about our world is change. Which means it's imperative that the old be continuously replaced by the new, the stale by the fresh, and the redundant by the useful. Whatever has outlived its utility ought to be discarded and replaced by a better, fresher, more versatile, improved version! Time does not freeze, and unless and until that happens the existing shall continue to decay, creating a void all the time that must be filled by a new generation. Darwin's law of "Survival of the fittest" does more than just look good in evolution textbooks. It applies everywhere, not just to the life and death of an individual organism, but to every realm of our lives and infact everything that can ever be said to have taken birth, including love and emotions! Thus it follows logically that for there to be an influx, there has to be some amount of constant outflow. Which brings me back to my foremost question-given that birth is essential, it implies that death is as much, if not more, essential too. Then why still is death considered scary, undesirable and gloomy? Why does no one want to see the face of death, and hardly anyone knows what it looks like? Lets try and face the answers with some examples.

A dynamic mind might have produced an extremely brilliant idea today, but sooner or later the idea will die- in the sense that it'll inevitably cease to be as brilliant, as applicable, as useful and as feasible as now, with the changing times. Henry Ford's black cars might have made him a millionaire in the era they were introduced by him, but if someone used exactly the same concepts today, his business will fail badly. What’s not inevitable though, is the death of the mind where it was born, although unfortunately it is highly likely. It’s entirely possible and plausible to continuously rethink and innovate an existing enterprise so as to keep it 'alive', but very often the glory of a local success gives birth to stillness in the mind, a reluctance to innovate further, as an example of which is the fact that the Ford cars are no longer the market leaders. It is clear then, that if any one out of the reluctance and the dynamism manage to survive, the other must die. And now, it's not hard to see whose death would we rather mourn, and whose death is, weird though it may sound to be used as an adjective for death, is rather a cause of celebration!!!

To probe further, consider this question: What is the reason that a lot of people today, especially the youth are highly probable to grumble and frown at the very mention of the word "tradition"? You and I are highly likely to talk of traditions and rituals as illogical, irrational, ancient shackles that try to bind us. A little lateral thinking though, brings to light a rather startling fact that we the youth, the so-called rational, modern and contemporary also follow and create innumerable traditions of our own without even realizing. Not only that, as a matter of fact our parents and grandparents have done the same, and so shall our children and grandchildren. The only thing that's changed is that maybe for our grandparents celebrating a particular festival with elaborate outfits, sweets and meals was glamour and the wife's waiting for her husband over dinner was romantic, contemporary and happening! To many of us this may sound a bit as impractical, show-off, uselessness and humbug. While at the same time, we also blindly follow various contemporary, happening, romantic traditions of our times like gifting roses and chocolates on Valentines' Day! Style and glamour today might mean gelled hair, beer mugs and discotheque floors to a lot of people, and maybe 20 years down the line, it would mean shaved head with erotic tattoos on them and jackets that opened backwards to the quintessential youngster. Sounds absurd? Well, ask an average sexagenarian what he feels of your hair gels and your favourite leather jacket! For centuries, every generation has dismissed its preceding ones as narrow-minded, rigid, orthodox and shortsighted, and the future ones as immature, stupid, valueless and naive! You may call this "generation gap"...

...I call it the fear of death- the fear of accepting the death of the present, the fear of facing the inevitable long-drawn conclusion of anything and everything that exists today, that we feel we own, belong to, and love, including ourselves, which is the fact that one day it'll become irrelevant, outdated, unimportant and superfluous! Being broad-minded is often misinterpreted as just having liberal views, more correctly it's a willingness to accept diversity and change from the past to present to the unseen future, with a continuous application of though and foresight, and a consistent endeavour for the overall betterment of the society. Traditions are loathed when they're imposed, and the fact that they need to be imposed means that they're not relevantly and comfortably acceptable by the subject, in their current form. Now every contemporary 'tradition' sounds perfectly reasonable and convenient. But the moment the society satisfies itself with this status analysis, that's when it starts becoming otherwise, that's when it becomes a rule and is passed on like that. What dies is critical thinking and flexibility, and what's now born is stagnation in the society, which worsens further until the day someone dares to think fresh and that's when the struggle begins. For the fresh to come in, the old has to die but the propagators of the old who cannot battle their own fears and inflexibility, start battling the new. Such struggles have been known for centuries, but the way I look at it, it’s a battle fought because of a fear for survival, for the sake of the survival of that very fear!

In simpler words, the concept of death itself is simply a fear- a fear of the unknown. We have the tendency to attach ourselves to the present because the definite (as-perceived, though not necessarily correct) knowledge of ourselves and our world around gives us a strange sense of security and comfort, and accordingly, we adjust ourselves to the point of maximum convenience. What also sets in along is inertia, a resistance from within us towards any kind of change. This resistance primarily stems from a fear with regards to change and its impact on the way we know life to be, a fear rooted in our own lack of faith in our own capabilities to be able to adjust to the change and its impact, because somewhere within, we’ve allowed our thoughtfulness to wither, our agility to die and our adaptability to diminish- all the ingredients of what I call “the spirit of living”. What we forget is we’ve done all that before, so we may or may not, but certainly we can! The change in any case is as inevitable as the flow of time and eventually when it comes, it’ll solely depend on whether we’re able to rekindle the spirit within us and live once again, or not.

Thus is reality, we die the day we let this fear of tomorrow kill our spirit of living, and resign ourselves to its mercy which, ridiculously but quite truly, is the prime reason why people attach a fear to death and call it gloomy, evil and unlucky. When people mourn another death, it’s not just because of the grief of losing a loved one, but also partly because it reminds them of their own inevitable end. The inescapable fact, my dear friend, is that life goes on, as certainly as the fact that one day it’ll come to an end like all things, good and bad. Death is not to be feared; only the fear of death is. Because unless someone challenged an old brilliant idea with a fresh thought, a newer one will never be born. Unless old traditions died and newer established, the society would stagnate and eventually disintegrate. Unless old emotions died to give way to new ones, the words love, care, sorrow, despair and hope, the word ‘life’-they’ll all lose their meanings. Unless people died, there’ll be no place to accommodate the offspring and the world will be a haven of disease and decay. Unless I died, my life won’t acquire its true complete meaning. So I do not fear death, just the fear of death which if born inside me might prevent me from living completely all the moments of my ‘life’ in its truest spirit until the very moment when my senses gave way. Face your fears, and the face of death shall no longer scare!

“I fear not tomorrow,
for I have seen yesterday
and I love today…"

Enough...

Enough sulking.cant do this to my life...nw on i'll post somethin interesting again...

And hopefully not come to a situation where i just delete everythin!!!