Missteps and Misinterpretations

When coming to information and knowledge, our parents are our first teachers, then comes the closest of your family that is the people you spend your childhood with. Growing up we further come into contact with friends and then the formal education system which includes teachers and other subjects which are to form a basis of our education for the future. But before we even get to school, we are already taught and have ingrained in us some of the most important concepts in life. The most important among them being the difference between good an evil, perceived right and wrong, the socially acceptable do's and don'ts, the codes of ethics and moral and also importantly love. There are a lot more of the nuances and fine print details that our parents do their best to teach us and our grandparents try to imbibe in us or our extended family tries to impression on us at that tender age. Our very patient grand parents explain, Our parents love and our aunts and uncles try to bribe us with sweets, chocolates, biscuits but overall they try to teach us something, something that in its core is faulty. We are taught all this but the one fact our people forget to teach us is to think for ourselves We are told to listen to advice and to listen to our parents and elders always apparently because "they know better". What we are taught are pre-fabricated notions and conclusions on what is right and what is wrong

Lets take an example:

A certain set of people in India practicing Hinduism as an active religion are told not to eat meats or any kind of Non-Vegetarian. When a kid gets curious and asks why, he is told that because that certain sect has practiced it since long and since they do pooja you shouldn't partake in meat or alcohol. That in itself stifles that kid's thinking ability, giving him a pre conceived notion and enforcing onto him without a logical or even a remotely valid one with no links to fact is why that kids thinking might be a bit curtailed. The logical reason that this particular community in question are not usually involved in much physical activity, their main profession once upon a time being  spirituality and bureaucracy hence their need for a high amount of protein intake would be low. The elders of old knew this and to keep everyone healthy they gave out wisdom saying that for their own health the members of this community shouldn't partake in much of protein containing meat. The health and the historical precedence, the logical and factual basses are not covered and in India most of our knowledge is being covered as superstition. This needs to change.


A lot of other similar analogies could be applied to our interpretation of good and evil. According to our texts and the knowledge that was passed on to us since old times, A good son is one who cares for his parents, cares for their need and does as much as he can to keep them comfortable and happy. An exceptional son never abandons his parent even in their old age. We tell the tale of Srvana Kumara just to prove this point. To make my point I shall now take the example  of one out greatest villans in mythology, the Demon King Ravana,, whose example is taken as the epitome of evil and someone whom kids should never emulate.



Taking the King Ravana, he ruled over an immensely rich kingdom of Lanka. In all aspects he led a rich comfortable, not lacking for anything life. However on his mothers whim, just to fulfill her wish he left his home for over a year and performed great penance for Lord Shiva. He obtained on his mothers wishes one of the most powerful and exceptionally impossible to obtain articles in all of Hinduism. No other person in all of our epics is supposed to have got the Atma Lingam of Lord Shiva through penance. The other side afraid of the power he was gaining and his skill tricked him into losing it before he took it to his mother. Again the king was just trying to follow all the rules good men had to follow at the time. Taking advantage of that they denied him his hard work that he had done so that he could take care of his mother. Yet our country hails Ravana as the villan who didn't care for anyone and was bent on destroying Dharma. In face this story tells us that Ravana was indeed an ideal son who cared for his mother and his family a lot.

What we need to teach the younger generation is that Good and bad is just a matter of perception based on the side you are on and that all evil is bad but not everything your side says is bad should necessarily be evil. There will be people opposed to me writing this and will ask me if i am an atheist or a mad man to praise Ravana. I would like to remind all such people that even Valmiki calls Ravana Ravana Brahma in respect of his great knowledge and even Rama does penance to get rid of the Brahma Hathya he was forced to commit because of killing Ravana. if you still have doubts then please do read the Ramayana. Do ccurse if you feel that I've made  mistake, after all that's a part of the learning curve. If you feel that we are evil for supporting Ravana then please by all means call us evil for that we would happily be. After all everyone cant be Rama in the world, we woud rather be ravana's and keep the world in balance so that we don't descend into chaos .

The Mistress called Destiny

Destiny it seems is a funny mistress. It reminds us always of an old quote

But once you find happiness you wish for it to last and in that you do a lot of stuff that might make other people unhappy. You believe that you are right and that you think of everything but the truth is being in your spot no one can predict everything and no one can see all the angles in your life, similarly you cannot as a person think of every small situation the other person is going through. So if you ever want to make plans, make them but always remember even the greatest of tacticians cannot account for the quirks of the mistress. Always be wise, make plans but always remember to also be prepared for the unexpected.

The thing about happiness and sadness as  Leo Tolstoy puts it is



You can be happy eternally but the unique shades of sadness that colour us are what we need to balance out. if you ever want to connect with people and stay as happy or possible or even love others you need to learn to love yourself first and then you can approach others and if you are ever lucky to ind the one person who loves you as much as you love yourself and if you can come around to loving him/her equally strongly then please ensure that you don't forget all the people who already love you and you love. The ones that kept you going in bad times should never be forgotten just because you have fallen on good times

Also remember that each person is unique in themselves and remember to respect that other persons life and opinions but i would also say when in love respect has no place. If you care about respect then you are not in love.  Sorry to say it but respect is something that is used to cover up where love should've been but cant. The best of us are lucky in a few places and sadly insufficient in other  places (not in the sense we normally think  but in an extremely normal sense of meaning) . This causes a few of us to cause pain to the people we love, sometimes so much that they never come back to us. The fact here is that if you ever loved that person you will let them go, if its meant to be it will be. In the wide vast universe there exists so many wonders that we cant even count and trust the universe. Even science preaches balance. energy and matter cannot be created from nothing, they are interchangeable and only interchangeable. But just because the universe is conspiring in all its magnanimity doesn't mean you don't make your efforts. even the universe could use help no matter how inconsequential. Also remember that time and patience are the strongest of warriors and in case you can find someone who you can love beyond  yourself remember to tell them this just theh way Frank Underwood says this about Claire



Finally don't ever be normal, always keep moving, for stagnation is eternal  death and try your best to be yourself because again as Leo Tolstoy put it

And finally 

A Traveler's Tempest.

Drenched in sweat, with a bated breath,
Trudging long in an embrace of death,
Waking dreams and lonely screams,
without the tiniest of gleam,
Is what is destined for this lonely being.

Floating clouds in a sky so high,
Without a glimmer of an ally,
Swimming in the clouds alpine,
Is not for every weak spine,
So swimming alone is the destined sign.

Flowing streams and swirling minds,
Will thy keep his  cognition blind,
Nothing stable and  nothing kind,
Will only lead to an empire lined,
Waiting for itself to be inclined,
Towards an eternal decline.

Fanatics and phrases go hand in hand,
But in deep dark places they always band,
For groups of more they shall be weak,
and for one or none it shall be bleak,
The future belongs to us all,
How we shape it shall lead to a rise or fall.

So hence the lonely traveller goes,
The tempest raging in his heart,
The storms thundering in his mind,
Confused but determined,
To make his worth know to thine.

A Hearts Lament

This interview was just going to be another one in a long line of interviews he had given and was yet to give.  He noted with sarcasm that once he had become famous people wanted to know about him, everything and anything and before they never cared about who he was. He reminded himself that if he tried selling his books as a roadside vendor in the markets of the city no one would even look at him twice but if he walked into a fancy bookstore they would throng him and hardy give him room for breathing. He walked onto the stage smiling as was expected of him. To his surprise it wasn’t just one person who was sitting there but 5 people. He kept his calm and sat down in the chair left empty for him and raised an eyebrow. The host he knew simply smiled. He surveyed the people arrayed before him, two gentlemen and 3 ladies including the lady who was originally supposed to interview him. The  show began and the host began by explaining that to make this interesting for both the audience and for him they had introduced the 4 fans into the show. These fans would be the ones who would interview him and that the host would just play the role of a moderator. This was going to be interesting he thought. As the fans began he answered them as enthusiastically as he could and as coolly as possible. They started with his basic background and worked their way up. Most of the questions were ones for which the answers were already well known, but he still answered them patiently and perfectly. All was going well and nothing was out of place until one of the men started asking awkward questions. Questions about why he picked a story of heartbreak to write, why he felt that his book deserved no happy ending. He was used to the first question a lot but his explanation was a standard defence that there was more sadness in the current world than happiness. Then the real trouble started when one of the ladies asked way he felt that sadness was what defined us and not happiness, why there was more sadness in the world than happiness. He replied with a small story “ Consider this, you have a boyfriend, you loved him a lot and he loved you  too came a point wherein he unable to do anything else unfortunately took hiss frustration out on you. You get angry that this is not the first time and that he has crossed a limit this time. You however are unforgiving, he knows it’s his fault but you still refuse to forgive him. Why?? Do you hate him now just for a mistake? Where has all the love you shared gone off to? I personally believed that love was and is the strongest force in the world. That being said, what world is ours when love cannot survive because one of the partners might be broken. Love is supposed to cut through everything, someone might get angry sometime but doesn’t mean they mean you harm or wish to hurt you, they after all are your beloved and they would still defend you just as hard and fight for you just as long. In a world where the strongest force cannot be strong what else is left but sadness. It is love that gives us our happiness and without it what else do we have but sadness?”. That little story left everyone shocked and dumbstruck. It was a while before someone spoke and the next one left even him surprised. The lady who was quiet for a lot of while asked her first question. Do you believe, really believe that love is the strongest force?” He replied in the affirmative and then she popped a question that made  many a jaws drop. “if love is the strongest then I love you and will you marry me?” He was amused at the proposal itself but he kept quiet and calm and said “I’m sorry but I cannot.” The audience released its collective breath as the girl looked possibly distressed. He said I’ll explain and I shall explain only once once I’m done I shall leave but I am doing this so that you and any others can understand why I cannot. Long ago I loved a lady. She was bright beautiful elegant and very very kind. I loved her and she loved me. Everything I told you in the above example happened to us. After that I always blamed myself for what I had done. How with my actions I turned the person I loved the most and the person who had loved me the most into total strangers. It took a toll on both of us and finally I was left heartbroken and she was left feeling betrayed. I tried and tried to get her back. I took the pain out on my body, I fought against myself and finally I realized I hated myself for what I had done but I still loved her every bit as much as I had loved her ever. I decided that since the heart was gone anyway its better it be lost on one person. I have loved her, I still love her and will love her. However since she shall not have me and since I caused her too much pain I decided that she can live so that she remains happy and she remains as she wishes and I shall always love her irrespective of whether she loves me or not so that in the end love can at least remain in one of our hearts. That pain and burden are all mine to bear and I shall bear them as long as I can but I cannot in my full level of conscious agree to do that to another lady and be a cause of even greater misfortune SO until I die I have made my bed and I shall sleep in it. Good Bye” 

A Game of Hope

(Part-II of Angels Who Cry)

The horizon is always rosy at dawn and dusk. A lamp burns at its brightest just as it’s lit and just before it goes out. What can you offer a lamp that hasn’t been lit or that has gone out? What can you offer a man trapped in darkness, left with no hope?

The cell he was in looked forbidding. He was in the enemy’s lair, deep within the bowels of the enemy fortress where there was absolutely no hope. He knew his friends wouldn’t come for him, there was no contest about it. The best he could hope was, his body feeling some fresh air out in the open than the stale air of these endless labyrinths. After what felt like endless centuries trapped in those passages along with his tormenters who always were innovative about methods of torture to make him spill his friends secrets, he was pleasantly surprised to see his friends walk up to him one day. He was trying to lose himself in his nightmares before the real one began again, only to be rudely awoken by a loud noise. It then turned to music as his friends and allies trooped in only to see him and lead him to freedom from the jaws of the enemy. His silence earned him respect, medals and a rank.

A decade later and at a highly respected position he received a piece of news that shattered his world. His son, one whom he loved from the moment he opened his eyes to the moment the enemy closed them would no longer stand by his side but rather rest to eternity in the warm earth, enclosed by the cold embrace of death. He used every piece of influence and fury he had in him to find out the reason as to how his dear little one had passed on. The answer was simple, there was a traitor in the midst. The traitor then paid the price for his betrayal but since left him with a very bad taste for traitors and a very strong sense of duty towards weeding them out. That zeal is what made him opt for his current job and what made him a ruthless expert in it.

He prided himself on his ability to pick out traitors and do what was needed to get what they wanted to know about the enemy and to plug the gaps they might have created in his army’s amour. As he walked, every once a while to that room that was kept pristine until his arrival, he would hold his head high and walk with pride. Once inside, his demeanor changed. From a proud soldier, he transformed into a a soulless, heartless and a ruthless interrogator who stopped at nothing. People who knew his reputation trembled just from the mention of his name and the fact that he was interrogating them. And as a professional responsibility he took care that almost everyone in his army knew his name.

This time it was a sniper, someone who was trusted to watch over his fellow buddies and warn them in advance was accused of shooting his troops and causing losses. The others in his battalion suspected that he was passing information to the enemy and then shooting the respective people in a specific area allowing the enemy to make advances. This was a serious problem and he was here to solve that.

The soldiers in the room was normal looking. He apparently had a family and yet he seemed to have betrayed his country. This was something he never understood. A man either stood for principles or for his family or at least for himself. This one fell in the middle category and yet he seemed to support the enemy, knowing the atrocities he was committing. This worried him. He concluded that this man was someone who had lost hope. He didn’t trust that his own comrades could win the war and therefore had succumbed to the enemy to try and gain asylum for his family and himself. He never thought about what would happen if he got caught. Disgusting brat he was. Walking into the room he saw the confusion in his eyes that he classified as feigned, but the terror, once he realized who was interrogating him was real. The start that he displayed when he asked questions was real but the answers he were giving were lies. He was telling me that he hadn’t colluded with the enemy and that he in fact didn’t know about what he was being interrogated. He heaved a sigh of exasperation at the lies everyone told at the start.  He asked him nicely one more time. Then he began what he did best.

After four grueling hours he came back to a small room he formally called office, disturbed. He hadn’t seen a case like this. The man was put through everything he knew. By the time he was done with him even he wasn’t sure if the man he had interrogated would survive or not. The thing that nagged him was that he stuck to his story. There wasn’t an instance anyone had ever done that. He had broken the best of soldiers, people so highly trained that they were touted as unbreakable. Even they sang like canaries in a coal mine after two hours with him. This man however hadn’t changed his version. He was pretty sure he wasn’t highly trained and that left just one horrifying thought. He was actually innocent and that the actual traitor has him captured to have a bit more free reign for a little longer. However another logical conclusion from this was, the spy was playing a dangerous game. He knew he’d be found out, the fact that he was risking discovery by using such a tactic only spelt that he was delaying for time. Time that he had unwittingly granted.

He had tortured a man who was probably innocent, granted and enemy time to do exactly as he wanted and had now grown a conscience who didn’t feel like leaving him alone for the near future. Who was the real traitor, what could he do with this innocent man and what would be the fate of the plan they were devising. Too many questions and no answers. Thinking of all this he loaded the man who had come into interrogation onto an ambulance. Looking at his form he felt a sense of responsibility and got into the ambulance. It was a whim, a fancy. The ambulance pulled away from his building and was checking out when a gigantic explosion took out the building behind him. All hope seemed lost but the enemy had moved the first pawn in a long game of speed chess.

Of Angels who Cry

The tales of combat are long told as the legends and lore we hear to the war stories that fascinate us as children. They teach us honor integrity values and the difference between right and wrong through these stories. Yet when the time comes not one of us honors our knowledge, not one of us has the integrity to do what’s right than to survive and no one differentiates between the right and the wrong when the sword is at his own neck.

In a sandy battlefield a lone soldier stood, watching the enemy through his scope wondering where his comrades were. The very same comrades who were supposed to have arrived here two hours ago, the comrades who were supposed to back him up, who were supposed to have given him a cold drink and a soft bed by now. Where were they? The enemy was getting closer and they were nowhere in sight. The land was getting harsher and the sun was in his eyes, the wind was blowing into his face and the sand was getting into his eyes and in that he didn’t hear any sound save that of his own breathing. Not even the sound of the two people who crawled behind him and knocked him out cold.

Where was he? What was the time? Who were the people who snatched him? All these questions were buzzing in his mind along with a very bad head splitting headache. A couple of bulbs lit the room brightly and brought every detail into sharp focus as his eyes regained focus. He saw one door and walls of concrete informing his that escape was almost a physical impossibility. He was tied to a chair both arms and legs locked back and inter connected. The wait was long. He had no idea how long he was left that way. No sense of day and night, minutes nor hours. He began wondering after a while if anyone missed him. If his comrades who said they would back him up had arrived to find him one and thought he deserted.. He wondered if the thought of him being abducted had even crossed their mind. He wondered if his comrades might talk the worst of him for h=not being there. He wondered if there would even be an attempt to find out what happened to him. He wondered how his family would feel when they were informed that their son had deserted. How society would treat them. Then an even more horrifying thought crossed his mind. What if his comrades couldn’t come because they were dead. What if they had been killed by the very men who they were trying to kill? Or rather what if his comrades were to die while searching from him after they realized that he had been taken? Would their deaths be on hands, would their lives be lost because of him? What would happen to their families? Where is all this going to end? We were only trying to protect the city behind us that contained our nearest and dearest. What would happen if all of them fell chasing just after him? Or what if they already had perished? The city would be in chaos, everyone in it in mortal danger if not headed for something worse. His dearest and the younger children would be put through horrors not even describable. The elders killed and the rest put to hard work and shot later. This was to live. They were hunting us down and killing us just because they thought they were superior and we didn’t follow their way of thought? Whatever happened to freedom? We took up arms so that we could protect our people and our homes. We wanted to be the guardian angels that protected them but now because of our resistance they would face even more horrors at the hands of their tormenters should we fail and I have filed. I have failed to protect the very people I swore to protect and I will either have failed miserably or be assumed to be a coward and be disgraced. Either way I have failed or I am no longer a guardian angel but a man who is just a coward waiting for what is to come.

The guard who was watching the soldier from the other side of the door notices that the soldier was crying and goes to inform his superior that the prisoner is ready for interrogation and that all the conditions that he was ordered to monitor have been met.

TALES OF PAIN AND AGONY

There is a limit to everything. Every feeling every emotion, even every action has a limit where it has to stop. The threshold of how far we can go and how much we can endure is what differentiates the strong from the weak.

A lot of people face pain of really high magnitude. The fact that one has been dumped by someone else is what is generally assumed to be the highest form of pain. However that is a cowards pain.. It will pain when a person you loved doesn’t love you back and leaves you but that isn’t the worst kind of pain. True pain is when you a have a lot of people you like and love and are close to but almost all of them are extremely successful at ignoring you The feeling of having everyone in the world and yet no one for you is the worst thing ever. The feeling just leaves you empty and wanting to help you fill that void with something. It happens when the girl you love ignores everything. She still loves you but is soo angry at you that that ove seems to be hate and none of that love ever shows. It literally makes you think that the other person has no love for you even though you know that they still love you. Anger from that quarter can sometimes overshadow love and cause you more pain than you can imagine. What would you do when a two people love each other but one of them ignores you because they are angry. You can convince an enemy that you are not a bad guy but how will you convince someone who loves you that her anger though justified is causing you pain because that person truly believes that because they love that their anger is justified. The fact they love us actually justifies their anger but that anger also hurt the other partner a lot. The feeling of having someone really close but they themselves ignoring you makes you wish sometimes that it was better without any of that. The second way that this can come up is when your parents start ignoring you. The same mother who raised you from when you were a I’d, who fed you while you sat in her lap listening to stories, at whose side you slept at night while she crooned lullabies. When that very mother tells you, that you are useless and walks away from you and goes and sleeps, that is not a feeling that even I have words for. Accepted I am not an excellent writer but that situation is just indescribable. The mother herself abandoning the baby is not a characteristic usually seen in mammals and being highly evolved mammals that behavior is rarely seen in humans. However if your own mother says such stuff and walks away from you that pain it causes just makes your existence worthless. Pain of the worst kind comes from someone who raised you and now doesn’t even care. That can only cause you agony heart wrenching gut tearing agony and you can’t even doubt the pureness of the emotion. The lady bore you for nine months and enormous amount of labor pain. How much should’ve happened to her normally or because of you for her to leave you. Going back, the same reason someone who has agreed to share everything with you when that person ignores you it gives you the same feeling. The two closest people who always be there for us are the ones that cause us the largest amount of pain and that pain is intolerable