Time to change.

Time to change.

         We celebrate the 70th  year of Independence today. I really wonder what exactly it means to the people of this country! Now, this may come across as  a pessimistic attitude to many, but, really, how much have we really progressed in these past seven decades? I don’t want to dwell  upon the multitudinous goals we have achieved, instead, I would like to ponder over the basic philosophy of us Indians that we have so miserably failed to work upon.
Every soul in India follows a religion from which he imbibes knowledge about how he must lead an ideal life. Respecting one another and working towards building a society where every one lives in harmony, are the tenets of every religion, isn’t it?  Everyone who has read their religious text will vouch for this knowledge that it imparts. Then, why do we still have discrimination based on religion, caste and creed? Why the intolerance for the other religion, whichever it may be? Aren’t we taught that we all are ‘one’?  Our  gods must have given up on us by now; no wonder the chaos all around us!
And, so must have our goddesses, whom we revere in our temples, but whose image we fail to revere and respect in our everyday life.  ‘Image’, being every woman here, in this country of ours! Everyday,  we read about rapes and violence against women, happening all around us. On days, when I read more than a few such news articles, I wonder if it is  some sort of an epidemic that has spread all over our country?!  Yes, passing stringent laws and punishing the guilty without delay will definitely help. But, isn’t it our responsibility to implement  what we learn – we being the most religious citizens of the lot? God-fearing, eh? Are we really so?
Isn’t it time we actually, really, made an attempt to bring about a change – in ourselves? Society will change on its own; it’s us we need to work upon first! Work towards embracing, and respecting, each and every citizen of our country – irrespective of their gender, their religion and  their choice of life. Kindness towards our fellow citizens, respect and care for our motherland, and working towards the betterment of our nation as we would for our home, is our duty. It’s also something we owe to our past, as well as to our future – the generation that fought for our freedom, and the generation that will take over from us in the times to come.
Journalist and historian, Khushwant Singh in his book,’There is no god’, quoted American writer Ella Wheeler Wilcox, whose simple words are what we really need to follow today.

So many gods, so many creeds, so many paths that wind and wind,
       When just the art of being kind is all that the sad world needs.

It may sound cliched, but isn’t it a fact, that a change in mindsets and our age-old philosophy is the need of the hour? We harp about it every year on Independence day and Republic day, and yet, we fail to see any substantial improvement around us! I guess, the time has come to really make a solid attempt at bringing about that necessary change – in ourselves – so that one day, we awake to that beautiful day when our country will be in a position where we so want her to be!
Let us follow a new religion of kindness and tolerance for one and all. Let us  all labour tirelessly for the India we dream about, and, instead of pointing accusing fingers at the laws that govern, the powers that be, take it upon ourselves to reform the image of this country and bring her the recognition and the respect she so deserves! Together, we can, and, we should!
Jai Hind!

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Can we let go, please?

Can we let go, please?

                 Our   relationships  give meaning to our lives. They add zest to what would have otherwise  been a bland menu! There are some  that we nurture along the way; relationships that give us strength and support in our time of need. There are others, that may not go that deep, but they add colour to many a  gloomy day, leaving us to wonder what we would do without them! However, there are some, that neither act as an anchor nor spread any joy in our lives, and yet we  put them up on a pedestal, to be worshipped and cherished.
             The fruitlessness of having such relationships does weave its way into our minds, showing us reasons that  we are better off without them, yet, we turn a deaf ear to our conscience and keep going. The amount of time and energy we waste caring about these relationships is enormous. Our head senses how we make no difference to these people, yet our heart fails to react, beating wildly for them day in day out. We waste copious amounts of our thoughts on them, when in fact, we could use that precious time for the betterment of our own life. Our heart beats for them, wasting its valuable energy for someone who least deserves it. Realising our stupidity, we do try and divert our attention to more deserving people, but for a few moments, after which we are back to square one!
           Why does this happen? Why does our heart find it so difficult to know the difference between good and bad, caring and indifferent, love and disregard? Why do we find it so tough to let go of such people, bury such relationships for good and move on with our life? Why do we disrespect ourselves so much so as to give importance to someone to whom we may not even matter?
         Can we be a little more strong to be able to break away and move on?
          Can we show ourselves some respect and sever the ties that fetter our hearts and souls, leaving us handicapped for life?
           Can we just let go of those who control our minds and our souls, leaving us gasping for air?
           Why can’t we just lose them, and move on?

            I am sure we can. All it needs is a little bit of patience and a whole lot of bravado!
   

Our thoughts.

Our thoughts.

                As I stare at the computer screen, my mind goes blank. Just like that, as if a switch went off, the thoughts that were, moments ago, scrambling for my attention, have all vanished! Like a group of playful kids, who, on damaging someone’s property, beat a hasty retreat, my thoughts did a disappearing act the moment I switched on my laptop!
            Despaired and on the verge of giving up all hope, I sit impatiently, struggling to bring some of them back and help me out in writing my post today. But, alas, none of them come to my rescue! So, in a bid to come up with something for the day’s post, I begin typing one word after another, grabbing any new thought that makes an attempt to enter the labyrinth of twisty tunnels that is my  brain. However, it helps as much as the earlier thoughts. A thought comes, and before I invite it in and indulge it with my attention, it disappears and in its place comes another, and soon, a game of cat and mouse begins.
           How funny are our thoughts! The times they are required the most, are the times they forsake us, leaving us red-faced. And, the times we want a deserted brain and a calm mind, these very same thoughts create utter chaos and drive us insane! And, the way we grumble about it all, as if our thoughts have grown a pair of wings or limbs, that they come and go as they please! It is we, who give them this freedom of movement, let them off the hook and give them a cozy place in our minds to stay as they please. To stay, and spoil the calm that we so desire.
          Let us all stop encouraging these thoughts and show them who’s the boss! That way, our mind will be free of any pollutants and we will be better able to make it work, to the best of its ability. 

Hope.

Hope.

                 As I sit in the hospital lounge,  sending out prayers for the quick recovery of my loved ones, I think about each life I see around. Every soul, beating for its dear ones, toils day and night in a desperate attempt to fight against time; fighting to bring back those who now stand on the threshold of a new world. Each soul has a prayer on its lips and hope in its heart, that all’s not lost, yet. That, there is still a  chance that the tides will turn, for the better. 
               We humans are blessed to be born with the ability to ‘hope’. Hope. The one word on which the world survives. How aware we are, that one day it will all end; the life for which we strive so hard, will come to an end. And, yet, we keep going. No matter what. How well we know, that those holding our hands today, are as mortal as we are, and will  not be by our sides as time will whisk them away from us some day,  and yet, we shed every drop of blood and sweat for their survival, for their happiness. All in the hope that  those moments we are together, there will be smiles and laughter in every heart around us.
            We are here, for an uncertain, but a certainly short period of time, still, we aspire to find joy in every breath we take, every moment we live. And, during this short, yet precious span of time, how well we manage to build dreams, for ourselves, for our people, and labour endlessly to fulfil those dreams. All the while clinging to that single thread of hope, that the happiness we have achieved out of those dreams, will be enough to last us on our journey here. 
          Hope. Every breath that God takes, is hope.  His breath that we hold on to so that we are able to breathe, is  hope. Have you wondered what we would do had there been no God to help us hope, help us live, and survive?