LIFE O LIFE!!!

I’m not talking about the song, but the real thing-LIFE. It seems that presently everyone is concerned with it. The idea was floating around school. A guest speaker, neurosurgeon Dr Ashish Suri talked about it, Ze surd on the sidebar blogged about it and etc etc. So, me thinks the time is ripe for my views on it too, which I have long wished to share.

The million dollar question is – What does life really mean? We see through our eyes, perceive the world, analyze situations with our “brain” as we like to call it. This “brain” is a very mysterious thing. Heaven knows- another “phrase” coined by somebody- how it works how it kicks off. In fact heaven knows how the entire world works.

Have you ever thought about death???? Try, you might find it nail-bitingly scary, Herculean inspiration, heaven knows(god, that phrase again) what.

So think- After me? After I die? It’s a paradox. You can’t figure out the answer. It’s just not perceptible.

You think –“it’d feel like……….. OOPS I can’t feel I’m not there. What the? Then what? What about me? How about the world, my friends? What’ll I become? If I just stop, cease to exist; everything changes. A strange, weird emptiness comes about. There has to be some kind of afterlife- some way in which we continue to live on- see, hear, think.

What is the solution to this? Are ancient and certain modern beliefs true that afterlife is freedom from this material world? Or is this some giant plan, and not the chaotic entity it seems a.k.a. the matrix and we’re just minute nano-particles in the entire cosmos.

The truth seems parsecs away and tantalizingly close moments later. Yet it always skillfully slips away.

Again, just as you think about death, the feelings, the void gets bigger, threatening to overwhelm. Suddenly, a strange calm creeps in. it’s as if someone has suppressed your desire for the truth. Is it dangerous? Are we not ready for it?

I like to believe in the Bahai concept (It’s the latest of what we call “religions”) of God and soul.

There’s a God who’s created a Mr. or Miss soul, if even souls have gender. Let us consider Mr. Soul. This Mr soul wants to attain spirituality, get close up with God, develop himself. He goes through a number of lives, a number of worlds, each time learning something new and valuable adding points in his kitty, vying to reach God. He is a number of individuals, who are unaware of this “greater purpose”, the great beckoning. Hence, life is pointless?? NO. Mr soul knows all selves, he’s focused on his objective, and we have to contribute towards it. Our goal has to be to learn everything about this world, about this universe. Live while enjoying everything especially the ‘little’ stuff because this world is all about little things.

This racing through my mind, I get a little solace like everyone does when they turn to some religion some meditation. The thirst of spirituality momentarily dampened, I go back to listening music, dumping my thoughts as “mysteries of God” because I like Scientists and pundits am unable to find answers. It seems that they are not for me to find……..

Anyone who has read through this, you deserve a toffee.

And for that trouble I deserve a comment.

Machhar mama kahe "satan"a

Machhars: We'll suck his blood,
buzz in his ears,
Do whatever we can
To get a shed fulla' tears.

Yes, it is the peak of Machhar season. Everyday, i see every goddamn place teeming with mosquitoes with the Bzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz... Bzzzzzzzzzzzz.... in your ears. The army is undefeatable. After all, you can only kill so many of them.
The buggers like to strike at night, when I'm peacefully sleeping, interrupting my street-fight with 20 -30 goons, whom I was just about to bash up, just to impress the heroine. All Out or Good night mats just don't work. That big mouth that materializes to gobble up all the mosquitoes is fictitious after all. Yet, all is not lost. Mortein coils seem to quite effective even though they make it hard to breathe for some time. Or if you have a room like mine, where i can strech my hands to touch the fan, which only knows how to rotate in overdrive- a simple agarbati does the trick. Of course, the God-send 'whirring' above me seems to shoo away the machhars.