Life's Beautiful

Clouds are looming over my head all around, carried away...moving back and forth...changing their directions inconsistently, due to the abrupt surges of merciless cold wind. Nature strikes with lightning and thunder, with all her might to frighten the humanity of her powers. It's going to rain, let's take cover. It is going to be a dark cold night. There are people who are praying, as the perceive a sense of nature's brutal hand striking to erase the population because of the sins and ill practices they are soaked in. 

Others are happily enjoying the beautiful colors of the atmosphere they are suspended in, they see positive in every situation of life, irrespective of how harsh and not easy to withstand they are. 

There are people who take it as a chance to relate it to the thunderstorms, hurricanes, tsunamis of grief blowing all within their bosom, they are the poets, the writers, the most tormented trait of people residing within the same sphere of life.

After a few couple of hours, sky is now clear, full of beautiful twinkling stars. The strong wind has now turned into a gentle, soothing breeze. Fragrance of the wet soil touches the nostrils and travels through the nerves and the adrenaline starts pumping. It's gonna be an awesome night. 

Morning breeze blows, birds are out of their havens for the search of food for themselves and their little helpless offspring. The same is the matter with the mightiest creature of the world -- the one who claims to be master of the planet -- and rightfully is. There is a hustle and bustle in the offices, in the market places, people are busy in running their errands, some are making for their living, and some are enjoying the beautiful colors of life. Some complain about the unjust distribution of powers and wealth to the mankind, just because they have not got a good sum. Others have taken it for granted and think that it was what they deserved. Some are kind, others are terribly bad.

There live the people in the most privileged parts of global sphere, The Powerful North, they enjoy the best facilities, good healthcare, fast conveyance, high standards of living, safe food and water, immune of the calamities. They can talk freely, express what they wish. They consider earth a paradise to live on.

On the other hemisphere of the same globe, the mankind is pressed under the load of poverty, illness, terrorism, injustice, poor law and order, food scarcity, water shortage. They have got no right to express their freedom of expression and will, and they are comfortable with it. They just want peace. They have got no hope to wish for the magnetic trains, huge ships, flying jets. They even don't go skiing and hiking for fun. They are the filth of the earth.

Good and bad, it coexists --- and it is what that makes it opposite, if one is gone the opposite will automatically seize to exist.

An Ultimate Remedy

I've got domestic problems, financial problems, I am unable to perform at my college, I am depressed, sleepless. I have to take a decision but I am not sure about it. I have got a multitude of things happening around me, some good, and many of them are those I don't like.

Life's Mechanical, a cycle inside the other, complex, eroding with time, breaking down at one instant and the other. It's erratic, sometimes the errors are negligible, breaking your backbone when repeated. 

Everyone wants to lead a happy life, avoiding the wretches, but the happiness itself takes its toll. It comes at a very big price, which most of us are not in position to pay all the time. There are the moments we have to compromise, with the sad realities of living, even the billionaires. You have to look happy even if you have your heart bleeding deep inside. You have to maintain a fake smile even if your spirit is dying, believe me, it's the worst that man ever comes up to.

Silence, meditation, self abandoning, this is what that cures all the diseases and discomforts, either physical or spiritual, without costing anything, even a smile, a word of kindness, an act of sympathy. It gives you a chance to talk to your own soul., a long unending chat, an uninterrupted talk with your spirit. I don't need to be fake with my own heart, i don't need to be shy of my own self. Soul - I can discuss each and every matter with her, ranging from small daily life things to the deep and complex philosophical subjects of life. I can talk with her irrespective of what she might think of me, a loser, a retard. She asks me to do something, i don't have to be aware of her intentions. I don't have to blame anyone, if her scheme fails to deliver. She brings me close to the nature, closer to where i belong, to where i have to go at the end. She gives me strength to fight the brutalities of the world. She allows me to think and rethink and think again, about my own self, my own beliefs, about the falsehood of the materialistic designs of the world....She takes me to the beautiful world of imagination,

She's awesome in her entirety.

Silence is the ultimate cure.

Meditation is the ultimate remedy.

Life worth living

It's a hot summer day, a child with a heavy bag, filled with books and notebooks is returning home after a long arduous school day. He is talking to himself about what he should have said to his teacher in response to her queries about the fight he had with his class-fellow, what will he do when he gets home, what excuse will he make for his broken pencil. A person appears from behind him and the child thinks about him to have heard all what he was saying that makes him feel guilty. 

A child sitting in a classroom with his friends and foes all around. The books and the writing materials scattered all around, the sounds of the large wooden stick ticking on the teacher's desk after regular intervals followed by loud authoritative voice coming from behind the "huge" spectacles. The early morning calls for waking up and doing the breakfast, preparing for the school. The homework, ink spread all around, the pens, pencils, rulers.....complete mess. I can recall all those things so accurately that if it were yesterday when they happened. 

Sixteen years have passed and i am still standing on the same place from where i started my journey. Goal-less, without having any directions, no idea of what i have or will be doing next. The same mechanical movement, under the pressure of time and circumstances which i have long withstood. I still wonder if miracles do happen, if the stories of the people who started with meager amount of capital or resources and became billionaires in the coming few years to be correct to their essence, if the saying, "time changes it all" befits all that inhabit the planet earth, if the famous "Aladdin Lamp" still exists or not, if the every person's life has a unique cycle of events which one can't escape, if it's possible for a man to transcend the physical space of being. All these things comes into my mind at once and then vanish at all. A single whistle of joy erases all the miseries, pain and the sufferings of my body and the spirit. A lonely blinking star lights up the heavens of my life. A little spark calms my freezing mind and the shivering soul. Is this what, that happens to all of us, or is just a special case, i am thinking.

I can write, on and on, paragraphs, pages, books. Of what use are my words, kills the story teller.  

Taher Shah (angel) appears and says, "It is Life."