The existence of God is not a miracle, it is the faith people have in god. The thing I find most surprising is the bond that connects several billions of people to nothingness. I was always curious to know the reason for the belief people have in god and finally came up with a satisfactory answer. I figured out that man is too weak to support himself throughout his life and hence needs a superior power to depend upon and put (at least partially) the blames of his misfortunes, discomfort and miseries. This superior power is required to keep his spirits up even in the bluest of days and keep him hoping for a better day. More importantly it is something/someone who he can fear, to keep him in control and stay human. Plus, this nothingness also proves to be a patient listener for his secret desires and share man’s happiness and sorrows. Man has named this non-existent, flawless entity as God and it’s the best company man can ever get. It ultimately is a way to attain peace of mind, in whichever way one finds it best. This emptiness is so wonderful that nobody questions its existence, as it is a source of support to everybody. It is an answer to every mystery unsolved.
What interests me further are the practices and customs linked with God. However pointless they might be, they make the whole concept of god look real. All the temples, mosques, churches and gurudwaras have an air of sanctity around it. All the shlokas and prayers are looked upon as divine and actually help people get tranquility. Since the whole society believes in it, the entire theory of a divinity gets so powerful that you can feel its presence everywhere and cannot ignore it. It has so strongly embedded in the society that even if you have no faith, you have to abide to certain rules that relate other people to god. Such things make life more lively and vibrant to an extent. However sometimes people tend to forget the main reason for having this spiritual way to attain peace and ironically get into petty fights over the god they worship. They overlook the meaning for god’s presence. People get obsessed with what they believe in, and disregard others beliefs. That is the only drawback in the entire concept. If people can have a broader mindset, faith in god can really work wonders and can prove to be the ultimate support to mankind.:)
Friday, February 15, 2008
MY PERFECT VALENTINE DATE!!!
Hmm… It was Valentine’s Day yesterday and I saw well- dressed couples and heart-shaped balloons wherever I went. Throughout the day, couples exchanged gifts, went for dates and enjoyed each other’s company. That made me day-dream and I visualized a perfect valentine date for myself!
If you think I imagined a candle-light dinner at a beach, you are wrong. I would want my date to be rather adventurous and eventful than mushy. I would simply love to go for bungee-jumping, sky-diving, para-gliding or something of that sort, but I know that it would be far-fetched, so I settled for a simpler version of excitement.
I thought of visiting a wild-life sanctuary early in the morning, spot wild animals, have ‘bhutta’ on a tree-top, pick wild flowers and maybe ride an elephant or a camel. Afterwards, we can go and visit a cemetery because I always wanted to go there alive, hehehe( I don’t know why). People might consider it weird but doing weird stuff is fun for me. And it would be so funny to tell people later that I went to visit a cemetery on my first date. Hehehe…We can also roam in a field and eat sugarcanes.
Later, we can go to a riverside or a lake, hire a boat and then lie down on the boat, right in the middle of the river and gaze at stars with nothing to disturb the silence. After spending sometime there, we should walk back BAREFOOT and talk about random stuff on our way. For dinner, we can go to a local road-side dhaba and have palak paneer with naan.
That was all I could imagine and tried hard to include every detail that came into my mind. Still I will never be able to explain the excitement I have for this wonderful imagination.
Note: comments are warmly welcome. People hardly give their comments and its frustrating to know that nobody reads your blog…:(
If you think I imagined a candle-light dinner at a beach, you are wrong. I would want my date to be rather adventurous and eventful than mushy. I would simply love to go for bungee-jumping, sky-diving, para-gliding or something of that sort, but I know that it would be far-fetched, so I settled for a simpler version of excitement.
I thought of visiting a wild-life sanctuary early in the morning, spot wild animals, have ‘bhutta’ on a tree-top, pick wild flowers and maybe ride an elephant or a camel. Afterwards, we can go and visit a cemetery because I always wanted to go there alive, hehehe( I don’t know why). People might consider it weird but doing weird stuff is fun for me. And it would be so funny to tell people later that I went to visit a cemetery on my first date. Hehehe…We can also roam in a field and eat sugarcanes.
Later, we can go to a riverside or a lake, hire a boat and then lie down on the boat, right in the middle of the river and gaze at stars with nothing to disturb the silence. After spending sometime there, we should walk back BAREFOOT and talk about random stuff on our way. For dinner, we can go to a local road-side dhaba and have palak paneer with naan.
That was all I could imagine and tried hard to include every detail that came into my mind. Still I will never be able to explain the excitement I have for this wonderful imagination.
Note: comments are warmly welcome. People hardly give their comments and its frustrating to know that nobody reads your blog…:(
Thursday, February 7, 2008
What's in a name?!?!
How do your loved ones call you? Me? I have hundred billions of names with which I am called. Gullu, Gutchu, Kutchu, Chunnu, Chuntu, Gayu, Gaya, Gaay, Lala, Chucki, Tabe, Chakdu, Rotli, Cindrella (because I suffered constantly coz of my wicked sisters) and many more. There are so many different names with which I am called that if you hear any weird sound in our house, it might be one of my names!
But the most interesting of all is a name worth a tale. Apart from the names I mentioned earlier, I am also called as “PUNGI”. Weird, right? Why would anyone call anybody with such a strange name? How did they manage to come up with such an odd name? You would get all the answers if you read on.
There used to be a boy, with oil dripping from every strand of his hair, who lived near our house. He would daily come to my house and ask for my flute in the most irritating tone ever, saying “Gayatri, Pungi dena.” Then he would play the flute in absurd ways with noise screeching right through my ears. It used to annoy me to the core. After tolerating him for a while, I started avoiding him or told him straight on his face that I would not give him my flute, come what may! He would immediately start wailing at the top of his voice, repeating a same line over and over again; “Gayatri mujhe pungi nahi de rahi” till my sisters would force me to give him the flute. Obviously his wails would bug my sisters equally.
Meanwhile, I used to cry a lot, drained by my sisters’ constant vigil over me. And my cries would remind them of the flute-guy who would cry in the same way for the dearest PUNGI. So thus came the name PUNGI, and they started calling me that name ever since, teasing me that cries were similar to the harsh sound of pungi/flute. To make things worse, I would prove myself worthy for that name by crying louder still.
The only ray of hope used to be my mom, who would come running all the way, to comfort me and would say that I am not at all a pungi, but rather a HASMUKH, who smiles all the time.
And hence comes another name, HASMUKH, in the never-ending list of the names I am called by!
But the most interesting of all is a name worth a tale. Apart from the names I mentioned earlier, I am also called as “PUNGI”. Weird, right? Why would anyone call anybody with such a strange name? How did they manage to come up with such an odd name? You would get all the answers if you read on.
There used to be a boy, with oil dripping from every strand of his hair, who lived near our house. He would daily come to my house and ask for my flute in the most irritating tone ever, saying “Gayatri, Pungi dena.” Then he would play the flute in absurd ways with noise screeching right through my ears. It used to annoy me to the core. After tolerating him for a while, I started avoiding him or told him straight on his face that I would not give him my flute, come what may! He would immediately start wailing at the top of his voice, repeating a same line over and over again; “Gayatri mujhe pungi nahi de rahi” till my sisters would force me to give him the flute. Obviously his wails would bug my sisters equally.
Meanwhile, I used to cry a lot, drained by my sisters’ constant vigil over me. And my cries would remind them of the flute-guy who would cry in the same way for the dearest PUNGI. So thus came the name PUNGI, and they started calling me that name ever since, teasing me that cries were similar to the harsh sound of pungi/flute. To make things worse, I would prove myself worthy for that name by crying louder still.
The only ray of hope used to be my mom, who would come running all the way, to comfort me and would say that I am not at all a pungi, but rather a HASMUKH, who smiles all the time.
And hence comes another name, HASMUKH, in the never-ending list of the names I am called by!
RE(wind)LATIONSHIPS!!
It is often said that man is never satisfied with whatever he has. He always greeds for more. This seems quite true and can easily be related with human relationships as well as emotions. When one is in a relationship, he/she always longs for it to last forever. And if that, due to some reason or the other, becomes impossible, people break down abysmally, stuck to their past with no vision for future.
I always find it quite lame to lament over broken relationships. I consider it as a kind of greed; greed for love as it may seem. You can also take it positively. You can think that atleast you had a past with him/her, if not a future. You can simply treasure the moments you shared with him/her and consider them to be enough to keep you happy for the rest of your life. Why ask for more? Is it not your emotional hunger? Though I was never in any such relationship, I had crushes. I may not like my crushes anymore but I still relish the feeling I had for them! No regrets about anything!
Why is it so difficult to let go of past? Or rather why do people usually cling to their darker pasts than the happier ones? Just take the happy memories with you and move on. Why cannot people accept failure as it comes? Why do they run away from truth? It may be painful in the beginning but definitely a better option. And for how long can you escape the truth? It will catch hold of you sooner or later.
I never say, that never give your relationship a try. No relationship is perfect; you have to constantly work towards making it perfect. But the efforts should be put from both the ends or else the balance would be lost. Even still, if you fail to work out the relationship towards the brighter side, it is better to come out of it gracefully rather cribbing bitterly about it.
You should be strong enough to not weaken yourself by someone’s absence in the first place and never depend on anybody for your happiness. However strong the relationship maybe, both should be able to live as an individual too. It’s my policy and I religiously follow it!
I always find it quite lame to lament over broken relationships. I consider it as a kind of greed; greed for love as it may seem. You can also take it positively. You can think that atleast you had a past with him/her, if not a future. You can simply treasure the moments you shared with him/her and consider them to be enough to keep you happy for the rest of your life. Why ask for more? Is it not your emotional hunger? Though I was never in any such relationship, I had crushes. I may not like my crushes anymore but I still relish the feeling I had for them! No regrets about anything!
Why is it so difficult to let go of past? Or rather why do people usually cling to their darker pasts than the happier ones? Just take the happy memories with you and move on. Why cannot people accept failure as it comes? Why do they run away from truth? It may be painful in the beginning but definitely a better option. And for how long can you escape the truth? It will catch hold of you sooner or later.
I never say, that never give your relationship a try. No relationship is perfect; you have to constantly work towards making it perfect. But the efforts should be put from both the ends or else the balance would be lost. Even still, if you fail to work out the relationship towards the brighter side, it is better to come out of it gracefully rather cribbing bitterly about it.
You should be strong enough to not weaken yourself by someone’s absence in the first place and never depend on anybody for your happiness. However strong the relationship maybe, both should be able to live as an individual too. It’s my policy and I religiously follow it!
Wednesday, February 6, 2008
So finally, I have realized that it is high time; I should start working upon my blog! And since I am back home, with nothing much to occupy my mind, I guess I can spare some time for it…
But an important note to all the readers: since you have put in all the efforts to visit my blog, I must remind you that you might not find anything worth reading here because I am the least knowledgeable person to write anything worth commenting upon. So please don’t expect any valuable stuff here.
Now let me begin my first post. I debated a lot about the topic to first write about on my newly created blog<>. Eventually I decided it would be best to start off with my opinions about myself.
Hmm… I am a rebellious teenager, who struggles incessantly between her dream-world and reality. My dream world is full of impossible idealism, matched with stone-hearted practicality, unfortunately leaving no space for emotions. Though this doesn’t mean that I love nobody. There are many out there for whom I can gladly give away my life. Yet, I am weirdly aloof and detached from the world.
I am the best judge for myself! I constantly analyze myself and am well aware of my strengths and weaknesses. Hence, I am usually unconcerned to the praises that come my way and equally unbothered to the criticisms. I feel it essential to compliment and condemn myself regularly. Condemn, so that there is always a scope for improvement (and also to get me back to earth) and praise so that I don’t feel thwarted by failure and work towards progress.
Apart from all of this, I love adventures. I love unexpected thrills and am quite fascinated to danger and risks. I want to live life to the fullest, with no regrets. I aspire for nothing much in general, and am happily contended with my beautiful life! Maybe this makes me too simple to be understood entirely by the complicated world.
Let me stop here for now, because most probably my next post would also include some self-obsessed opinions. Hehehe…
But an important note to all the readers: since you have put in all the efforts to visit my blog, I must remind you that you might not find anything worth reading here because I am the least knowledgeable person to write anything worth commenting upon. So please don’t expect any valuable stuff here.
Now let me begin my first post. I debated a lot about the topic to first write about on my newly created blog<>. Eventually I decided it would be best to start off with my opinions about myself.
Hmm… I am a rebellious teenager, who struggles incessantly between her dream-world and reality. My dream world is full of impossible idealism, matched with stone-hearted practicality, unfortunately leaving no space for emotions. Though this doesn’t mean that I love nobody. There are many out there for whom I can gladly give away my life. Yet, I am weirdly aloof and detached from the world.
I am the best judge for myself! I constantly analyze myself and am well aware of my strengths and weaknesses. Hence, I am usually unconcerned to the praises that come my way and equally unbothered to the criticisms. I feel it essential to compliment and condemn myself regularly. Condemn, so that there is always a scope for improvement (and also to get me back to earth) and praise so that I don’t feel thwarted by failure and work towards progress.
Apart from all of this, I love adventures. I love unexpected thrills and am quite fascinated to danger and risks. I want to live life to the fullest, with no regrets. I aspire for nothing much in general, and am happily contended with my beautiful life! Maybe this makes me too simple to be understood entirely by the complicated world.
Let me stop here for now, because most probably my next post would also include some self-obsessed opinions. Hehehe…
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