Tuesday, August 31

Pandora's Box and the Day "Hope" lived

"I read the fuck out of every book I can get my hands on"
is the quote written in a T-shirt walking ahead on me. In the nerd's paradise, and a bookaholic's dreamland, these T-shirts aren't so weird. In fact, as I see this T-shirt walks me by, I feel like buying one. Of course, in a different color. Anyway, I'm getting deviated from the point.

My point is not the least bit in regard with books, rather with Greeks. The Greek mythology. Who doesn't know the story of Prometheus? Yes, the one who stole fire from the Gods only to hand it over to the mortals? To those who don't know, the story is as follows:-

The Gods created the Iron Age of mortals, far less superior (completely incompetent and inferior, rather) so as to be superior from the humans in all forms. They (Gods) possessed the gift of fire (i.e. knowledge) and one of them was Titans, who was of the almost human shape. Far more intellectually superior and went by the name, Prometheus.

He stole the gift of fire from the Gods and handed it over to the mortals.

Zeus (the king of Gods), who was furious for such treachery, punished Prometheus by tying him to a rock and having a giant eagle eat out his liver which grew everyday only to be eaten. Another punishment to Prometheus was the creation of Pandora, the first woman. (In every cult, woman is symbolic of a sin to men).Pandora was made out of earth (i.e. Nature, symbolic of woman) and hence was given gifts (i.e. qualities a woman possesses). She was sent off to marry Prometheus' brother. On her way she took along her box which she was forbidden to open. But like the Eve from the Bible, curiosity got better of her and she opened her box leaving all the evils fly into the mortal world, however only hope remained inside.
I have been very hopeless off late. But as I read this story, I think I regain what I have lost. Why (a word favored science) does hope remain inside? I know now, so that there's a silent assurance, a wait, an illumination only on the inside. Hope can move the mountains. Hope is what it means to be alive, and hope is why the sun rises every morning, and why the bud flowers. I have found hope now, and not to lose it ever.

Now as hope moves mountains from my life, I can see a sun rising from my horizon, and a step going towards my Maktub.



Saturday, August 14

Reasons to lose Faith

Many of us are leading lives forcefully as if we have no will to live. And of course, this is how one leads life. Without faith, without hope and without a will. A silent dark life, with no existence, no reason and no meaning. That’s what life becomes after some time after you get used to being alive. As for someone who has lost faith, life isn’t a term lively enough.

I am not an atheist, but I don’t believe in a “God”. I believe that the world is based on a mechanism. That’s it. That mechanism needs to be acknowledged in order to learn of existence. That’s all about my spiritual view. The idea of a personal God breeds more hatred than love. I don’t like religion. It causes manipulation of the minds and divides humanity.

Yes, I do put on a rudraksha and a gold ring with topaz. But that’s only to humor my mother, who is a strict believer of the term “religion” that I so detest. I most certainly, do NOT endorse such an act of stupidity, and one has the complete right to sanity. Religion is nothing but losing faith in oneself. It is half knowledge which is completely empty. The existence of most is limited to this nothingness. Praying for a better tomorrow. Well, what’d you do of tomorrow if there’s no life today?

I remember having prayed to sleep a sleep and never to wake up. But since, I don’t see my peace nearing, I’d rather lose faith in that prayer. My life, I don’t find it worth living. And why should it be? For living one needs a companion, an understanding and a hope. I have companion(s); i.e., family and friends; but no hope, and no understanding. Many a times when I say something, I have to interpret it in 15 different ways, only to be failed in conveying what I really need. How can I say what I want if I can’t make it clear what I need?

Now after reading this, people would feel that I am only under the pressure of life, a.k.a. depression (which, to assure I am not, as, depression is sadness, but I am most certainly not sad) or hallucinated (which indeed I am not, because I do not have any medium for that). Look, all I am trying to say is, losing faith, or not believing, or not wanting to be present are not crimes or “sins”. We all have a right to thought and a right to express it and not be preached. I know sooner or later atheists become agnostics, and agnostics retain faith. But for the time being, it’s best to let things be the way they are. Who knows? It could be for the better if not for worse. It’s better to be reborn a new self in a dead life rather than being pumped into false leads.

What else am I to say? My country has given it in it's constitution the freedom to practice, preach and follow any religion of choice. Then why do wars happen in name of religion? Why the unrest, the riots, the hatered, the enemosity? My best friend, she's a palestiniam mouslem. My family's a sanatan hindu. I am proud to say that she's an elder sister to me. I love her as a family. We don't even share the same language. But love doesn't speak a language, nor follows a religion, and nor is limited to a boundary. And nor is freedom. This Independence day of India (August 15), yours truly, a.k.a., me, plan to spend with my grandparents, read some poetry and study.

Saare jahaan se achha Hindustan hamaara (Our India better than rest of the world) was written by a Pakistani mouslem?