Being Different 

We all want to be different, hell who wants to be a copycat. I am gonna be the original dog leading the pack.  Yes, of course I want followers. It’s in our code to be unique, which we are if we look inside ourselves : literally. Why not be your own genuine self than to start copying others to become ‘different?’

  Somewhere in the crowd we too have joined in, copying this and that to remain in the ‘trend’ , forgetting something we told ourselves when we were little. 

  Losing your originality to become wanted and appear eye-catchy decomposes the whole idea of a personality and uniqueness and ends the discussion like a downpour ends a storm. 

  You are a nobody if your universe doesn’t come to lie at your feet working at your command. Be yourself and I guarantee you will be different and unique in a beautiful way you never thought existed. 

  

 

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Between Lord and ME

Between Lord and me.

For once I may have been driven away from what I think of the matter of God, but that was centuries ago and the air was just clearing for my race to pitch camp. From what I have seen God has always been an experience for an individual and never a community. The first human to have thought of God always thought in his own genuine manner and so God was more important to a person as an individual and not as a mass.

The race grew, flourished, evolved and began the deterioration of God, while humans grew senseless enough to divide the land and make boundaries between people, they were further retarded to divide Gods. This, to please them so that, when they couldn’t fight their Gods would, and so Gods became enemies. Gods were now limited to little areas and lesser people. Mankind has done terribly to something which it created with so much passion and devotion. Who wouldn’t look at this act and not say that man was selfish before mankind had barely begun on Earth.

Refuting Gods, people fighting in the name of the Lord, confusing God with religion and deepening this poison day by day in the minds of everyone. Rough present situation points its way back to the first days of man, when Green and blue and white were the only three colors visible on Earth from space. Thereafter people went fanatic on religion and red color of blood started marking stark religious boundaries on our beautiful blue-green-white ball of life.

God is a personal phenomenon; it is a process of discovering the outside world through deepening knowledge of the self or the individual. When we begin to know ourselves from inside of us, then comes the realization and understanding of everything outside. But this is all futile too because if you look around no two things are separable completely. There are no clear demarcations of anything whatsoever. The whole system is in a constant state of flux, and for me this flux is God. Yes, indeed the ‘constant change’, thought flow and breathing are just a few representations of the intricate magic spread around us.

Only when we train ourselves to look with one eye, the eye which takes in all views simply and without attachments. And contemporary writers and thinkers understand this concept slightly less than the legendary geniuses. Even then, they put it aptly in a TV series titled Mr. Robot, when the protagonist an extraordinary hacker takes on huge corporations with his hallucinatory visions. When Elliott, the male lead goes for a religious therapy session, he walks out abruptly when the moderator gave her a sermon about Jesus, his reply went thus, “Why should I believe in your imaginary friend, when you don’t believe in mine?”

 

Our Gods are imaginary, what are real is us and the universe. Trust me there are no Gods, no heaven, no hell. It’s just us and this infinite universe. You may choose anyone or anything to call your God. The Vedanta philosophy puts it aptly when they reflect that God is in us or simply we are potential Gods of our own universes.

The Whole Purpose of Education is to Turn Mirrors into Windows. 

Human beings are blessed with an appropriately measured lifespan. It is long enough to beckon them on a journey of important tasks and yet short enough to make them feel the claws of time knocking on the door to obliterate their legends and bury them underneath it’s folds. Throughout mankind’s inception men have toiled with their best efforts to break the extricate matrix of nature’s harmonies. Although they have succeeded less and less in breaking open this shell of universe’s codes but we have rubbed the surface and scratched a fair amount of dirt and that dirt or knowledge is all the experience of mankind, being passed down the generations as ‘education’.    One has to be always amazed at the way things finally unfold, like how the concept of education unfolded just now. Human beings used to be deep, sentient and sensible organisms, but off late they have become too shallow. For the new generation, even too little is too much and nobody really cares what a good education looks like. The purpose indeed was to wipe the mirror clean and through our cleansed hearts see through ourselves and rise up and become more than just a single person or identity but rather be a survivor and a human above all. With great sadness my heart bleeds as humanity loses its way. The plan was to have a flag for Earth and look to the universe with positive eyes but we are too cropped up in our own differences.  
  Amidst all this chaos enters the idea of ‘education’ that holds the promise to grow up beyond our little differences and look at the universe with eyes that want to learn and keep learning. Unveiling the secrets of universe has been the sole aim of education all along. We began with something crude and proto but as we have learnt to collect our knowledge and combine it comprehensively for the future generations, we have consistently expanded our knowledge base and the future holds an ostium to the complete understanding of self which is the ultimate aim of education. 

       Education is not just imparting of information and facts. It is also not just the dissemination of truths studied under great toil by the gifted minds. Education is but in fact the philosophy of living one’s life. It is the sensible experience that trains you to think logically and work in synchronisation and harmony with the natural and artificial systems already in place in the surroundings. More important than the degrees and diplomas is the message hidden between the long years of the educational process. The Vedic system, of education aims at not simply learning the answers but asking of the right questions by the student. While one is getting educated one learns to live their life by their experiences. The same force of education is at work when one person goes on to change the world by his words and his brother by performing miracles of science. Most people take their education wherever they go. It is true that it is the only wealth which once acquired can never be stolen from you. 

   The Vedanta philosophy establishes education as a process of revealing what is hidden inside the student and not stuffing the pupil with a fixed syllabus and sealing them up. Like the famous educator and journalist Sydney J. Harris explained in his quote, “The whole process of education is to turn mirrors into windows”, education is a two way process. If only we change the mirrors into windows, we would be able to look beyond our limited vision and take great leaps for the mankind, first in our vision and then in action. This perception falls in line with the principles of Vedic philosophy of education whose very essence is the concentration of mind to fluctuate at each and every moment. It is the recipe to control our minds to concentrate at our will. It is a long discipline that teaches us to harmonise our minds and bodies with nature. If we sit around in a room with just mirrors we are like a frog at the bottom of a well. We soon begin to think that the well is our world but if we open the windows there is a lot that lies unexplored even beyond the farthest horizon.

    It is understood that only knowledge does not make one an educated person. It is the building up of character, forming of a personality, learning to communicate and express on the way. Most people think of students as empty sausage casings to be filled with education but genuine education is not inserting or stuffing knowledge into a child’s brain but rather eliciting and obtaining knowledge from him; according to the great philosopher Socrates, education is the drawing out of what is in the mind. The whole experience of education today is studying without learning. This misunderstanding of concepts can destroy generations of useful intelligence. 

  Students are more like oysters and less like sausage casings. The purpose of teaching is not to fill them with stuff and seal them up, rather it is to open and reveal the treasures and riches that lie within. There are diamonds and pearls hidden within each one of us, if only we learn to cultivate them with hard work and patience and that should be the purpose of education.

      

Laments of Two Writers. 

​“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

A Running Thought Being Interrupted.

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. 

About Nothing

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.

 

After I died. 

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.