Random thoughts

Sometimes the godly scheme requires us to swim upstream against the current. Don’t feel bitterness by seeing others floating easily downstream. You the able-bodied have been chosen for the task because you have the muscles in your willpower to go upstream. This selection of yours is the reward in itself.

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Majority of our hits or miss in life are born of what we say instead of what we do.

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Lost in the sweet-sour shades of some pleasantly painful memories, I look back. But the scene left behind by me has been deftly stolen by some winds from the other direction. The stage seems excitedly full of new characters. With a sad smile I turn away and look ahead. Across the sandy veil of dispirited horizon some cool shades are visible. With slow steps I move ahead, hoping for an oasis. Well that’s life fella, we have to set out anyway.

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What is success after all? Is it beating others in their achievements? Or beating others' expectations from you? Or surpassing your own dreams? Or a wispy, pleasant feeling at the day end, 'Fella you have not been a mere weight on earth!'

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Worldwide peace and harmony doesn't need authority, power centers and hegemony to sustain. But the latter--authority, power centers and hegemony--surely need strife, wars, violence and bloodbath to sustain it. Peace has never been the focal point of geostrategists. If it were, most of the issues we are fighting about become redundant by default.

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Life can be a bit good, provided we know to save our goodness from being eaten up to fatten someone's badness.

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Embraced by the pining silence and stillness of these mute hours, my detached self grows more detached and aloof like those misty distances virginally spread out under the star light.

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It's never my, your, his, her, their truth. It's a mysterious point equidistant from all of us.

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This is your day..this sun shines for you, to fill your heart with warmth..hours go calculatedly to manage things in the best manner...this breeze is for you to delicately whisper the best wishes for you...this sky is for you to fly majestically...this cosmos is for you; you are its king!

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The High tide of darkness swallowed the star, and the gloom added to its invisible shades to the distances far.

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Ultimately symbolism is as substantive as the material reality. So if Diwali symbolizes the victory of light over dark, then fellows consider it as effective as your struggle to overcome the bad past, your penance to undo the wrongs you have been doing till now, your efforts to reach the hitherto unsurmounted summits in your life.

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Bad is nothing but less good, just like good is nothing but less bad...duality is an illusion that surfaces at increasing distance from the attritubeless axis, the constant, the unchanged reality. Move inwards...to your constant, to your basic reality. And the dualities vanish and along with them pain and sufferings which we feel through our senses also fly off into the cosmos.

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Someone may not be as bad as he appears, provided we are as good as we consider ourselves to be.

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Victory gives you a trophy, failure gives you a chance to fight for something bigger.

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The smaller the virtual world in your brain, the bigger the standing in the real world.

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Poverty

This one is for those who daily put their physical selves in the furnace to earn survival morsels--the laborers, the beggars, the miserables, the wretched outcasts. Their whole body sheds sweaty tears day in and day out. So the salty sea of miseries pours out through the thick walls of their rough, dirty skin. It rarely finds an outlet through eyes! Why? Because these are glassy hard balls--the fiery pits where dreams, tears, hopes and humanity get burnt incessantly! Plain hunger, of body and mind, in the long term, eats away the emotions, which heart has retained so far as a disguise to satisfy and justify the hunger of both body and mind. Hypocrisy then melts away. They then face the naked truth. They are still the same person in public, but they are even robbed of that justification, that inner solace, which always came handy to clear their fragile conscience. They are then robbed of even the rewards their conscience may provide. And then you survive almost mechanically.

The journey-woman

As you drop your knapsack, like a battle weary soldier easing her of metal armour and weapons, and look at the dreamy destination you have toiled to reach which unfortunately doesn't look the way you expected it. Don't forget this destination whom you find short of expectations at least gave you a journey and made you richer by adding positives to the man and woman in you. Irrespective of destinations, love your journey, for there are no destinations, only journeys. Destinations are the shifting mirages. Reach one, and its latest variant teases you from a distance again, pulling you into an endless pursuit. With biggest uncertainty about its ending, life is naturally supposed to be a journey and its carrier simply a journey-woman. Had it been meant for destinations, the timing of its ending, death, won’t have been the most uncertain thing for each and every being alive out there.

Rabbit, try faking a lion for some time!

A bit of iron talk to test whether it stands or not in comparison to the butter soft approach to life. If living like an iron-masked alert soldier gives you sustained peace, well and good, you may carry on like a hard-fisted maniac. If you find something missing, you will automatically realize the significance of mellow posturing. So to start with the tough tasking.

Life is to be won by wearing the battle shields and arms of cold hard logic and point blank reasoning. You become a soldier. Keep your emotions and sensitivities safely cradled deep in your heart. Don’t wear them on your chest, otherwise some arrow will easily pierce you. So always be predatorily alert to the risks to your interests.

When life screws you up from many angles, and despite best of your efforts, and all the humanly possible tries, you find the situation unchanging, you can still fight for a change! The change in yourself, the carrier of all this unjustified shitty load! You can make yourself physically stronger. And forget about the psychological variants of strength. It is like a person suffering under 100 kg weight. And come whatever may, she cannot unburden herself of this load. What is the option left? It is just to get physically stronger so that it is possible to carry the load. I am talking of plain physical strength. Forget about all other hypothetical versions of strength. Simply believe that physical strength is the prelude to all other concepts of strength. So all you guys and girls, who are undeservedly carrying extra load in life, just sweat it out. Grow strong physically! Then you can even laugh at the weight on you!

But it should not be an alert soldier type all the way. You deserve our airy moments—little-little somersaults, froggy jumps over life's grounded roadblocks, tiny ballooned flights above the frictitious realities on the surface. But we must not forget we are terrestrial beings not the airy angels. So guys ensure that you land rightly on your feet after airy jaunts and not crash-land on you ass.

Hammering the nails into the box of destiny

God was hammering down nails into my wooden being to shape the box of my destiny. I but kept on crying with pain and cursed him for his mercilessness. My prayers egging Him on to toil more on my behalf and all this while I thought He was deaf. Making is a bit painful buddy, but believe every nail writes the script of many-many pleasant moments in future. Pain is never futile. It’s always a box in the making. And was construction ever devoid of pain, sweat, labour and suffering? These are just simply elements of ‘making’. Now I see the beautiful artwork of the box and come to realize why those nails were hammered. It was all meant to see me home. So love your struggles and sufferings buddies. That is when you actually get ‘made’ into something substantial. During the so called smooth phase when the life is safely on autopilot, you just trundle ahead carrying your old self cocooned in the make-believe sense of being happy and content. But in reality you hardly move ahead during this phase. The routine just plods you ahead like an impassive dummy. Be willing to accept your pain, suffering and struggle. It’s one of the best investments I know about. When you come out of the last dark hours of the night, believe me the sun shines resplendently like never before.