Our race yet has hope

The world is at the worst. Its all to end up. Heading towards its decline. There are all the worst of incidents that our dear blue planet is summoning. The deluge cannot just be fixed out ever, not even through thousand stitches. Human extinction is soon to bang out and our death is soon to lick us and lead us to the heaven of solemness.

I am not at all talking of anything co- relating to natural disasters or so called holocaust that is to harbinger. But am pointing out to human attitudes towards this world. If we think that something is going to end out, then its definitely to end. For the entire strength lies in our psychologies. Anyways that's not what the point here is. But the thing is that its our deeds that led us right here.

We say that the world is facing a holocaust, just because of all thats happening right here. Pornography, drinking, blue films, smoking, prostitution, trafficking and such acts are the cause of the end. A near past states that a girl and a boy has to bond as one only once, i.e., marry just once, and life longly live with the same partner. But nowadays living relationships and the concepts of boyfriends and girlfriends has spoiled the broth of our well- organized systems. I am sure each one of us would frown at people involved in the above mentioned illegal and cheap acts. And I am sure too that these topics are not at all wrangling. There's each one who shall protest against them.

But I would like to take sides this time. I am with the people who are the guilts. I don't mean they do good or anything, but there's a ocean deep reason for my statement. To be all clear, I am not one of them. But there's quite a bit justifying argument that I have.

We all know it well that a monkey shall never stop itching in public or grinning and imitating. If even it be trained, there would be some day when it shall show off its true nature. Not because it is what it is. But for God created it like it. We can train it, it would remain a disciplined ape, for a while or for the whole life, but anyways the next generations of the ape will exhibit the colors that it was painted with by our creator.

A potter can shape up a pot, it shall remain like it for years, decades, centuries, but a day would arrive when the pot shall break out into its initial form, i.e., it would break into pieces of dry sand some day. Just because the sand was what God created, and the pot was just our illusion that we made something of something that wasn't that thing. So we made the wet sand and mud a pot, that was not the actual form of the sand.

In simple words, we all know the cycles that take place on Earth. Let's take up the water cycle, the sea water that is the initial form of water. It gets evaporated and forms vapour, then condenses to form a cloud. Nextly, it rains off or hails off, but ultimately the river and glaciers (after melting) flow into the oceans. Even if we consume the water, then ultimately we drain it into rivers which carry it into seas. Hence, any drop of water gains its initial beingness.

So that is what is with we humans. We were created by Gods as one of the naked apes or something quite related to it, but we think we are advanced. We feel that we solved out wonders and are ruling the world.

We shoooo off the dirty animals round us....Yuk!!! and we hit a stone at it. But hey us, that little monkey might be the great great great great great great grandson of our great great great great great great grandfather's best friend.

We know that we have changed our lives or rather succeeded in changing into the good creatures. But we shall remember that the water cycle returns to the starting point. So if we are returning to what we were, then its alright. We know, and even I know that the pot was the better and productive stage of the dry sand, but the authencity that it would break out some day is also not  false. And it will and it shall break off. And the very same is with us.

We used to live altogether without any so called rule. No marriages, nothing. Have we heard of a cave man marriage?? So no marriages, no husbands, no wives, just temporary parents just like other animals at the present. We talk of porns, blue films, trafficking, prostitution, but actually, we used to wear no clothes in the past. We talk of drinking and smoking, our past dealt with difficulties in getting to have food, what alcohol was, didn't matter. Anything and everything was consumable.

So this clearly shows that we are tottering to our initial stage. I don't say that its good. But that's the truth. We have to and we will return to the past because history repeats itself and it will, for that's the rule of our creator. But its in our hands, that for how long do we survive in this stage. So there's a chance, there's a way out. There's no rule that how long you might take to return to your actual beingness. The water can take centuries to return to the sea, but it has to. But its in the hands of that very molecule. It can gather upon the bed rock, till not dug. It can form the lowermost layer of the iceberg that would melt after decades. But it would definitely some day return to the sea.

So let's not curse upon such doers. But lets try to let them comprehend, that if the molecule of water will mistakenly enter the river once then it would definitely flow into the oceans and come to its original state. So why to even step into the river? But the youngsters have stepped into the river , but there's land even beneath the river that seeps the water. So its not the time to curse that molecule, but ask it to seep down that land. For if we curse the molecule then it would get annoyed and so it wouldn't get time to seep down to the bottom and think from the bottom of its heart and some day, the entire drop shall return back to the ocean, i.e., its initial stage.

So lets join up to seep down the deepest bedrock, so lets try to be what we are as women and men from the deep within, and if all of us revolutionize from the deep core of our hearts, then there are chances for our survival till we ought, besides the fact that initialness and beingness shall carry us back some day. But lets try our best to remain in the state of the pot rather than the dry sand........

Rakshabandhan

The eagerness among siblings is soon to end out fruitfully. For the planning that had been taking place since days, is to be implemented soon. The attires bought are to be worn soon, the gifts and threads have been bought after days of choosing out from the chaff. And among the married ones, there's a sort of mutual understanding being concluded whether, the sister goes to her brother or the brother goes to his wife's brother. And all these efforts just because Rakshabandhan is right round the corner.

A day that strengthens bonds between brothers and sisters is to touch up our calanders. Rakshabandhan has a quite of interesting history behind it. According to the MAhabharata, Draupadi- the wife of the Pandavas had tied a thread on Krishna's wrist for asking a word of promise from Krishna that he would always protect her (Raksha). And one bad day, the Kauravas happened to insult Draupadi publicly. So when the Kauravas unveiled Draupadi's saree, Lord Krishna protected her by providing her with an infinity saree, and the Kauravas were unable to publicly unveil Draupadi.

So in course of time, that thread began to be called rakhi for it was tied by a sister on a brother's wrist for asking the brother to protect (raksha) her from all happenings. So rakhi is eventually a thread of bonding. It depicts the love of a sister, for her brother. 

So on the day of Rakshabandhan, the sister firstly ties the rakhi on her brother's wrist, then she dips her middle finger in 'kankoo' and imprints her finger onto her brother's forehead, called 'tilak'. Nextly she sticks some rice grains upon the wet tilak and anon lights a 'diya' and then does the 'aarti' of her brother. The 'bandhan' ends when sister offers sweet to her brother and vice versa. Nextly, the brother offers a beautiful gift to her sister. This ends up the bonding process.

So after the bandhan, the brother's promise is held with proof. So this is a festival of love. A festival for which each of the brothers and each of the sisters await for. The rakhi is just a thread, but this festival marks up the strength of just a thin thread. Its a carnival of brothers and sisters. Its a festival of promises, a festival of relationships, a festival of bonds, a festival imparting oneness, a festival of bonds and a festival that is something more than a festival but its the day when the feeling trapped in the inner heart bounces out gracefully into honest promises and expectations. 

Shattered into bits!!

  The worst part of one's life could be experiencing two different cultures of living and then adapting to the one that’s much very superstitious and full of jealousies. One for all, I am just here to share something of my own life. A part of my autobiography that I plan to pen. An experience filled up with melancholy that still forces tears to tangle up in my retina. The period from 2006 to 2013, that deals with my life. 

  A worth sharing experience....But before that, I would like to share a bit of my personal details. I was born in Veraval, Gujarat and I was brought up till the age of 6 in Bharuch, Gujarat. Everything was all well, and I used to be a creature filled with patriotism. I used to love my dear India and all the customs and traditions were respected by me untill there entered a turning point in my life. My father is a professor and worked at J.P. college, Bharuch. One fine day, he got a call for an interview and was offered a job at Oxford university, Britain. He gladly accepted it and then went on all plans for shifting our residence. 
    My father planned to settle there alone at the very first. But soon, when he reached Britain, he got a severe shock right there. The Oxford University refused to offer him the job. He anyways got forth with some other job at the largest mall in Guilford locality. But that just bored him and strained him to its fullest. He returned back to India. 
   But whole of my cogitations were with the snowmen in Europe. My ranking at school dropped down rapidly, wishing that though my father disliked that environment, he would definitely settle down there. And I would no more have to study the stressful stuffs.
    And soon the momentous day arrived, my father agreed to go back to Briatin once again. I lived the best portions of my life with the Britishers. I studied in British schools and had British friends and teachers. I led a pleasureful and a humilious life. A life where human were respected. I still remember the day when mom had gone for a job interview and dad was busy with his work at the shop and I fell ill at school. No one came to pick me up, so my class teacher stayed at school with me and asked me to rest my head on her lap. She dealt with me more lovingly than her own child. She had no grudge upon neither me nor my parents, though she had to keep up at school for an hour more than her paid working. 
    There we were treated like the newly bloomed flowers. Tendered and licked like the newly born infants. Each moment spilled out joy from the pot. Each thing learned, fondled up our thoughts. Even our stupid ideas were appreciated and at the end of the day due to encouragement for the smallest of things, our stupidity transformed to creativity.  
     Aforesaid happenings and incidents faded off my patriotism for India, and I got accustomed to the kind and caring British behaviors and attitudes. Their honesty and friendliness touched the core of my heart. But stability had never been fated for me. 
     I did miss India. Rather Indians, rather my family and friends. But one fine day, my father came to me and said that it was all over, and he could no more bear the hardships of living and we were returning back to India as my dad wasn't able to bear the work loads once again. I had a mixed set of emotions. I did want to live there but at the same time i wanted to return back too.
    The day I stepped up my flight, I turned down and looked at the beautiful United Kingdom for the last time. Those people were like angels, and rather more holy than them too. But we need to carve out with time. I archived the stay at England as a pretty dream. 
     But now started the tragic part. After returning to India, my life took a twist. I was into bits seeing my dear India. Injustice was the law that prevailed. Honesty was enforceable to the court of law. Partiality, favors, etc. prevailed right at each level. Appreciation had flown into the vast oceans of jealousies.
     This all seemed to me the day I arrived back to India, not because India had changed in the past months of my stay in England, but because, after having experienced one of the best systems in the world, I got to know what a fair system is. And what kind of loopholes Indian people summon in their attitudes.
     Here, the best of ideas were said to be silly. Trust and faith had disappeared in the sky like the bubbles that once existed. I used to cry a lot for this decision of my dad. Not just in those days of 2007, but even today I feel that my dad should have thought oncqe again.
      My life feels miserable at times of injustice. I feel that I wish I could rectify my deeds. Each part of joy, has a sense of grief in its deep depth. Its really difficult to survive in the false attitudes of friendliness and relations. the humbleness of those Britishers still strike up my thoughts and stun my cogitations. Its getting harder for me to survive in India with each injustice done to me and with each depreciation that I saw for the deeds of the mere kids by their teachers.
      Now its been quite a lot unbearable to survive in the worst type of systems in the world, after having experienced the best. But my hands are bound. Neither can I help this demolishing country, nor can I help myself to get back to Britain. I couldn't even hope for betterment, as Indians never are to accept my blames upon their way of thinking. And until some wrong working is accepted, it cannot be changed. 
       The only thing I can do is fly away from this selfish country, or just pray to God for aid. For aiding India- that has still got a chance and a scope to change and not tee off of the deeds of its own inhabitants.