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आते हैं गैब से यह मज़ामी ख़याल में,
ग़ालिब सरीर-ए-खामा नवाए सुरोश है
These thoughts that I commit to words come straight from the unknown,
The susurrus my quill doth make, is in fact the angel who spake.

Thursday, February 19, 2009

The biggest irony

Its so provident how the ordainer fills milk in the mother's chest even before the child is born. Yet all our life we struggle/strive for filling our stomach (satisfy hunger).

We have all witnessed the symptoms of this illness which has engulfed the entire human race since forever. Its like a recurring T-sunami, just the level differs for each individual. What we aspire, plan, dream, hope, expect, desire, want, organise, doesnt happen in our accordance. Out of all that happens, it is not totally upto our liking or acceptance resulting in desparity, pessimism, anger, frustration, depression, supression, etc.

Now finally even when we choose the things or instances that we liked, none of them stay forever with us. Yet everytime somebody dies or gets ill, we tend to forget the former as if its his/her exclusive fate or send get well soon card n flowers, so they dont realize they have failed.

The simple most example of our failure is from our own body. Imagine the number of hours we put to sleep, eat, excrete, bath, urinate, drink, wear, rest, cover, shelter, care for our body. Even when the results are lop-sided so evidently when it constantly betrays us. We ignore them blindly & claim our control. We even advocate & make claims outside our body.

Ever wondered how grief stays longer than joy. We have to keep supporting pics, videos, letters, etc of so called 'happy moments'. But sorrows remain on their own. It indicates our quest for fun, joy, love, care, recognition, acquistion, security. In another words doing everything to neglect that we gonna die one day & none of this will stay with us & there is nothing we have done about it, not even discovered our purpose of being here. 

We must realize that our lives are like waiting at the station or going on a tour for sight-seeing. You are courteous to everyone & appreciate the beauty around. We dont make attachment with any thing, person or situation as there ephemeral nature is so care to us. We dont build houses or permanent bonds like marraige (symbolically). You just chill out witnessing & appreciating things as they are.

Just think are you living life like its yours or is it begged & slogged for. Is it somebody else's to govern? Are you gonna let go of this beautiful chance in pursuit of the transient.

Accept it, we are victims of amnesia & we must work out to know who we are & where did we come from & what for. Instead of just blindly believing in the name & parents we were told by someone to be true. We have probably just added attributes to this fake identity.

1 comment:

  1. sorry for i am writing compliments, not for the use of some impressive vocabulary or the influencie nature of the text.. but for the reality hidden. sad to know that u've found the station while i am still stuck in my illusions of showering the life away with smoke and lust. but nevermind, if i were to be the first , how wud i be called chootey(lol).
    so as of now, u carry on bro, wud join u sumday in the garden when the day comes..
    coz fortunately, the gates of heaven do not listen to metallica (the day that never comes...lol)

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