I had a rare day in solitude today, not rare because of solitude but rare because solitude rarely lets you think fresh, think new and think and not recycle thoughts which have been written , read, spoken and taught, the fresh ones.
Who we are rarely is a snapshot in time, a picture of today, who you are today is nothing identical to what you were yesterday and what you will be tomorrow. We all are fresh human beings every day but we still either live in past or live in tomorrow. I am universally hated so that means either I am a part of history and seeing an unpredictable future. Today is a slice of Water.
Of Late, tons of silent criticism has come my way on my spiritual beliefs, my being Hindu, My being a temple goer, a vegetarian who fasts, makes me eligible to be categorized as medieval Hindu.
I don't believe any human has any right to take credit for what they were born with. Your place of birth, your looks, your religion. Their true Karma is how they transform what they were born with. I believe in Karma and however cynical it may look, Karma drives my thoughts. Destiny to me a payback of your Karma Points. Death is an unavoidable event. I am tenant with a very short lease in this planet and I have no right to kill anyone for food (when alternatives are available) , hurt the feelings of others and expect to leave any mark behind. Man is a Moment, when he is gone, he is gone...
I could write for years on my beliefs but in short I believe in Soul, the one which will not die when my physical self dies or ages or mutates...My soul is a reflection of my thoughts and my karma and not my houses, my cars or my looks.
I have changed ever since I have known myself, change is the only constant , keep loving , keep moving and as Johnny Walker says in its ads ...Keep Walking ...
Life is a day by day experiment with really bad decisions, should that have stopped me from dreaming ...My answer 20 months ago would have been NO, don’t stop dreaming . My answer stands changed today. Dreams are fragile, they can’t fight perceptions and destiny, and they have a Label on them ...Handle Like Eggs....
दर्द अपनाता है पराए कौन , कौन सुनता है और सुनाए कौन ...
कौन दोहराए वो पुरानी बात, ग़म अभी सोया है जगाए कौन
वो जो अपने हैं क्या वो अपने हैं , कौन दुख झेले आज़माए कौन
अब सुकूँ है तो भूलने में है, लेकिन उस शख़्स को भुलाए कौन
आज फिर दिल है कुछ उदास उदास, देखिये आज याद आए कौन ....
कौन दोहराए वो पुरानी बात, ग़म अभी सोया है जगाए कौन
वो जो अपने हैं क्या वो अपने हैं , कौन दुख झेले आज़माए कौन
अब सुकूँ है तो भूलने में है, लेकिन उस शख़्स को भुलाए कौन
आज फिर दिल है कुछ उदास उदास, देखिये आज याद आए कौन ....
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