Truth is something we encounter daily in our lives. Truth which is simple and plain and supposedly realistic. Truth which sometimes is stranger than fiction. Truth which has ben associated with words like faith, fidelity, loyalty, veracity and sincerity. Indian scriptures have long preached us the concept of truth by phrases like ‘Satyameva Jayate’ meaning truth alone triumphs and ‘Satyam Muktaye’ meaning truth liberates. Thus showing us what truth is capable of.
Truth is difficult, almost unbelievable at first and sometimes even shocking. Truth is considered perennial, universal and unchangeable across time, space and frame of referance. Truth is absolute and universally acceptable. Truth is superior even to silence. Most of the times we believe something as the truth but it ain’t and sometimes we are just oblivious to the truth when it stands right in front of us. Some among us choose to ignore the truth and some are simply too busy to pursue it. Some surprisingly believe that search for truth is frivolous and an activity in futile. Such human beings are the most disappointed in life.
Truth alone triumphs, yes that is true indeed and truth always triumphs but to understand truth is always so obscure and hidden that we always miss it. I have yet to discuss about falsehood, the opposite of truth. Lies which are as prevalent in our lives as the truth and for some more than the truth. Truth is simply the reverse of a lie. By default everyone is supposed to be truthfula, because from truth emanates honesty and integrity. A lying person will be corrupt and immoral to say the least.
In the modern time we live in it is of utmost importance that we inculcate truthfulness in our lives because until and unless we are truthful we can never be honest and moral. We must aim to impart these traits in our youngsters. As of now when we look around we see dishonestly, falsehood, corruption and immorality in our vicinity everywhere but iff we start with ourselves we can change those around us. Let us begin the change and make this world a better place. Truth is your realisation which is based on physical and sensual experiences. When we see a truth being verified universally can be termed a fact.
If you are ever in search of truth just let everything change its forms. That which remains in the end is the truth because truth needs no saviour.
I vow to be truthful always and speak the truth everytime. I vow to search for truth and I vow to fight for it always. Do you ?
“I suppose that is what we lack- the motivation to write”. And that struck the chords on our ratiocination. We lacked motivation. There was exiguousness of something that pushes us forward- to take the next step, to write the next line. We were bereft of that push- that proclamation of our conscience that tells us why we need to do something, why we need to write. ‘Cause that is what motivation is- a push; subdued or mordant, that push is what keeps us going.
“Motivation to write- to write what’s right..” “..and make it right to write it”. Wow..!! We are lost as writers. After having jotted down hundreds of poems, songs and ballads of broken hearts, now as the beats get fainter, our words are lost in our thoughts. We are as lost as ‘Alice’, in the ‘Wonderland’ of inked and digitalized expressive utterances.
To understand why we need motivation or even that slight push to our vehemence, it is important for us to sustain and acknowledge it. We have endured and reconciled ourselves to euphoric moments of acclimation, but have found ourselves ‘sans- motivation’ everytime we have needed it in profusion. Every time we have tried to cajole ourselves into reorientation, we have sunken deeper into the twilight of our minds, for betraying our own resolutions.
Undergoing those moments of self-betrayal is what we need to apprehend the role of the word ‘motivation’ in our lives. We then discern that we cannot count upon ourselves to psych us up. That is when we seek extraneous resources. We count upon sources like friends family, books, internet and what not. Sometimes they work, sometimes nothing at all helps. Then we again wander back to our own profundity, feeling indefensible. That is when we truly comprehend the phrase, ‘God helps those who help themselves’. We are hardly motivated by an external reinforcement ’cause we are unable to grasp the complete sense of it; mostly. Unless we ourselves want to do something, nothing can basically make us budge.
Yes, it is our firm believe that only we can pull ourselves out of the black-hole. It’s our own voices that are capable of escorting us to the effulgence, illuminated by our own hands. Having read all those ‘motivational books’ and ‘self-helf literature’, now we know that it’s all momentary; nothing lasts. All we are looking for is an uninterrupted flow of ‘motivational sap’; but to no avail. Motivation can only be intermittently recharged by these borrowed sources, it is us who needs to keep the flame ablaze.
But yet again, we fail to persuade ourselves. We fail to synchronize our brains with our hearts. Yes, it’s always a squabble between our hearts and our brains. When it’s our passion to do something, it comes straight from our hearts. Our hearts know why we need to write- how we have always wanted to do it, how we cannot imagine ourselves doing anything else or how it’s the only outlet to our emotions. But nothing seems to help- reason?Our brains always overpower. Yes, brain is a logical organ, it knows how to sort it’s priorities- but according to the immediate need of the hour. So the urgency, of our ‘knows-no-logic’ hearts, is mostly shut off. That is how we procrastinate. Logic always finds a way over passion. Had we been bounded to it, had it been something we had to do for a cause, our brains would have freed our hearts to empower. Only if we could find a way to tame both our hearts and brains..!!
– Sana & Sahar
In his own words he had damned himself for eternity, to follow his lost soul into darkness and in that darkness he found a new light of dawn. It is true night is darkest before dawn and truer that when nothing else is left to lose a man becomes invincible to pain. What we have here is this amazing aim to do something that will outlast my journey and will journey in to beyond. Yes, we will come back if need be but in new forms. Why such tardiness and contracted outlook towards things, open up and embrace it , whatever it is out there is inside you too. Connect and innovate.
The world is deeper than you think. There is a layer beneath every layer you will ever manage to peel off. The point where you will begin to think that this might be the end, there is a whole new set of layers to peel off and situations to consider. The bottom line is you can never win from the universe, however you can work with it towards your own benefit. You can coax it to help you, make it vibrate to your frequencies but you can only dream of mastering it.
We, as human beings, a species in the large wheel of evolution which has lead us this far. We have become the inhabitants and ruler of our planet, our home, the Earth. The universe around us works on a very delicate framework, now our consciousness as we begin to explore and analyse the universe in our own unique ways has a major impact on it. We are really making a dent out there somewhere.
There is much more you can be if you are willing to forgo of what you are.
Friendship has put me in places with people and people with places.
After I died.
After I died I became a thought, a consciousness, a way of thinking perhaps. The body around my mind had been detached like the falling of a leaf from a tree or a raindrop leaving its cloud.
After I died I lived more than I had ever when I was alive. Being alive and dead is not so different it seems now. I am alive but as a pure expression, and no strings that came with the body are now attached.
I have lived before by many names and by many faces. In the transition called death, I realise that I am actually immortal.
I conjoined in the dance I had been dancing since time eternal and the beginning of the universe. Only after I died I realised that I was not less alive but more connected to the portal through which all living pass, have passed, shall pass and will keep passing. This portal connects me to anyone I want. My consciousness is free to plug anywhere I want it to. To who ever I want it to. I can be anywhere, anyone, anybody because I am no one. Since I am zero I can get behind any number.
My mind now reckons that it was in a dormant state and now it has unlocked its full potential. I am omnipresent. In one moment I am the wind, in another I am the fruit on a tree , in another instant I materialise as sunlight from the sun , ever changing my form and flowing as one energy to another in the universe.
I am not dead, I am more alive now. I am a vibration and this universe is vibrational.