love

10th January 2009

The strongest emotion, the cause of our existence, the entire creation: LOVE.
So vast and boundless as the horizon that we look at when we stand at the shores of the sea, as deep as the oceans that reveals its beauty only when we dive deeper and deeper into its untouched world with all the colour, splendour and marvels. It is like the sun which we cannot see with the naked eye but just feeling the warmth and cannot thank the almighty enough. Like the cold shelter of the silver moon, showers of the rain, the smell of the flowers, the gurgling of the river over rough stones and smoothening of their rough edges.

It is the feeling which made god to make us and this world for us. It is as pure as the tears of a mother when she holds her child for the first time in her arms and keeps the creation going. It is in the innocence of the eyes of the unspoken animals and birds. It is the mother of all emotions, the originator of the need for our existence. It is the language of GOD and the proof of the live manifestation of life in all its form and splendour.

I often think that when god made all of us, be it nature or humans and instilled us with the basic emotion of love, why do we fail to preserve it? Are we incapable or still in the stage of evolution from ape to humans that in spite of achieving material heights we are still mentally underdeveloped to understand what WE actually need.

We are hypocrites that we call our selves humans but what we have actually become is no better than just money making machines and still fighting for more.

I wonder and wonder when I would find an answer to this wondering of mine, that when the entire creation can follow its commitment to GOD, then why can’t we stick to what we believe, what we want and what we say. Sincerely sad. I think the world then could have been a much better place.

Actually a strange emotion that begins from the heart transforms the soul and the mind and comes out as tears that bruise our entire existence. Still we have to live without life, with emotions chained down, with eyes polished with tears and a smile as beautiful as a pearl shut inside an oyster.

The amount of effort we make to earn a month’s salary, even if we put one fourth of the effort to feel, spread and preserve this treasure, life could be so much of an experience that all of us would die to live a thousand times more.

Me in Panipat, Haryana

22nd November 2008, my first day in panipat, Haryana. I was filled with a lot of hope, excitement, anxiety and a whole lot of enthusiasm to win over my former self. I met a new family where I am supposed to live as a tenant and I have a new person whom I call my flat mate. I have new people around me and a new language, in fact a new accent too. Everything around me is new and unknown but the most beautiful thing is they dint seem to me to be so unknown that I could not connect myself. I think this is the beauty of life. Because from the core we all are connected to each other but through different bodies. We humans are like pieces of a jigsaw puzzle. Each piece has some part more and some part less and the picture gets complete only when we fit into each others. No part is less than the other. Each one is important to complete the picture without even neglecting even the smallest and the minutest one. Strange, a very simple logic, applied in games that we call a child’s play but so tuff that we all fail to complete the picture even as its time for us to die.

Who said that we always need a sailor ship or a never ending ocean to complete a voyage? It’s all around us, on land, in air and in sea.

When I came to this new land, which we call the land of the ‘JATS’, I got to know some new things again. My new office, my new colleagues, my constant stride to arrange for some bloody 4 wheeler that nearly took away my peace and my cash too, the lady who shared her life with me and her constant mental turmoil that pulled me and my mother into a high voltage whirlpool, every little thing was happening to teach me something and like every human dud I could not get it across my head. And now that my towers have begun to catch some signals my mind is at some better peace.

Be it my happy go lucky and extra brain cracking colleagues whom I observe with a lot of awe and amusement or my landlord’s family who took my heart with a beauty that a family bond can be such an amazing blessing which I witnessed on the birthday of their little daughter, makes life so much meaningful and the material world such an understatement.

No matter they speak a different language or eat different food or wear clothes differently but when it comes to affection, love and bonding each state, every country and all religions speak the same language. Reason very simple: all of the above come from that source from where we originate and where we all are meant to return.