You can have my blog posts sent to your email account.. :)
Some wise soul once said, "Lord, give me the strength to change what I can, give me the strength to resist what I cannot change and give me the wisdom to understand the difference between the two."
And I am learning to accept this to be the ultimate truth, though I feel instead of resisting the things we cannot change, it is still wiser to just accept it. In life, we go about thinking ourselves much weaker and even more stronger than we really are. And we refuse to accept things staring at us in the face. I believe life would be much simpler if we just accepted things as they were. Lesser wars would have been fought had men learned to let go of their ego sometimes and just given up the moment they realised it was pointless.
I guess all this thought stream in my head is a result of the book I am currently reading (Bird Song by Sebastian Faulks). Wars have been so bloody, so many lives have been lost or irreparably damaged and yet men did not give up, in the name of nationhood and other highly philosophical sounding words. To what result..? 100 years on, wars are forgotten, almost wiped off from view except in History books, and men begin on a clean slate.
There is no value for lives anymore. When will we learn to just let go, enjoy the moment, forget all that we are taught in the name of religion, nationality etc and just live.
Newspaper article reads- DESAM vandalises partying-bar, rounded up teenagers (http://www.nelive.in/manipur/news/desam-vandalises-partying-bar-rounded-teenagers); there are videos already being circulated on social media documenting this 'raid'- men yelling at shocked girls who were just out to have a good day.
The organization justified it as a means of controlling 'cultural pollution' in the state. Apparently the youth of the state were falling prey to the evils of the world- booze etc, and needed such actions to save them all from doom.
I guess living in such a place, where such well wishers roam around, forcefully conducting 'Keina Katpa' of couples on dates and storming cafes and restaurants, and dictating what you can drink and do (and taking photographs and videos of such raids- of only the girls caught, and not the boys, mind you), one can be forgiven for wondering if one has time traveled to the medieval ages, or even the age of Taliban. The naharols…
My mother's insistence on living far away from the madd(en)ing crowd has found us setting up a new nest miles away from town. And what a relief it has been, to not wake up to sounds of wailing infants (my uncle being an ambitious pediatrician had a clinic right outside our house) and a barking st bernard (the same uncle has one whose barks resonate in our neighbourhood).Now all we hear are chirps of birds of all kinds, who linger in our garden; and the rumbling of car tires on the asphalt of the road just outside our gate.As I type this, I listen to the calls to God from the nearby mosque, and feel a sense of peace within the walls of my soul.No matter which religion, if we listen closely, with no resonances of bias and prejudices, we hear only words of peace and acceptance. For when the devotees look upward, with honesty and offer their heartfelt prayers, there is purity.
Perhaps it is because I am a simpleton at heart that I have failed to comprehend the heartlessness of human beings.
There is something so wretched about a handful of gun wielding 'humans' showering bullets, with no remorse at all, on innocent souls just going about their daily routine.
It seems to me that we have failed as a species to grasp the very essence of life. It has become an entity, cheaply bartered among various man-made compartmentalizations.