Wednesday, November 30, 2011

Life...

harr hasrat hai mukhtalif, haqeeqat phir bhi nahin hai judaa...
aarzu kissi ko vasl-e-yaar ki, muntazir koi ki mill jaye khuda...

God: If I were to grant ya just one wish, what would ya desire...

Blind man: I will seek vision so that I may witness the sunrise...

Deaf man: Please allow me the joy of listening to the chirping of birds...

The man with no legs: I wish to walk on the morning dew on the grass...

The man with no arms: Please bestow upon me an opportunity to hug my loved ones...

Each one wishes differently, yet no wish is lesser than the other... Diverse situations can never have uniform perspectives... Accept the except too as much as accepting the expect...

Monday, November 28, 2011

Knock on wood...

vajood ke tarkash mein, rakhe hain kuch maine, umeed ke teer sambhaal ke...
sabr kar jeeta hun, jabr-e-musalsal yeh be-sabr zindagi, unn hi ke jalaal se...

despite an endless struggle in an ending life, I live for another day 'coz my hope stays alive... 'n hope is what dies last...

Friday, November 18, 2011

C'est la vie... Such is life...

Four college mates meet at a class reunion after couple of years gap.

Three of 'em are surprised to see the fourth one walking towards 'em, suddenly looking aged 'n unrecognizable, all frail 'n bald now.

"What happened to ya dude?", the three query, a bit sarcastically, but in sync. "At the previous reunion two years ago, ya still were this tough nut who everyone had celebrated in the college... Seems like ya gave up, huh?"

"Sometime ago I was diagnosed with malignant tumor 'n underwent chemotherapy, thankfully now the biopsy shows that I am negative 'n given a chance by God's grace, I will slowly but steadily recuperate to good health... But as is visible to ya all 'n everyone who interacts with me, my body along with my soul has taken its share of toll since initially the good cells are made to perish too along with the cancerous cells but that's how this treatment works... That's the reason for the apparent weakness... 'n yeah, the hair is gone too but all this is a small price to pay for life...", the 'once strong now frail' explained with an even frailer smile.

"Whoa... What... Don't be silly, why did ya allow doctors for chemotherapy, so not done man... Last year I had a bout of cold, I simply took loads of steam, 'n for good measure, I added few drops of eucalyptus oil to it every single time, that's all that ya should've done...", the first one said in a tone full of wisdom.

At this moment the second mate chipped in with his intelligence, "Nah, don't listen to him, he's talking shit. I had a bout of fever last year so I know what I am talking about. No chemotherapy, no steam, only few dosages of paracetamol at every few hours coupled with showering in lukewarm water 'n lots of fluids intake if ya please 'n ya would do just fine... I have been there, done that..."

"What absolute rubbish... Don't listen to these two jerks. Everyone knows I am an investment banker, I make money even as we speak, so I know what I am saying... Last year I accidentally broke my middle finger... Oh man, can't tell ya how much that hurt, ya guys have no fuckin' clue, it hurt like hell man... But seriously, no chemotherapy, no steam, no paracetamol, no lukewarm showers, but only a x-ray 'n bandage the finger in a cast for 4 weeks 'n the finger comes out as new as it gets... check this out... ", the third sane voice showed his middle finger to everyone in the earshot, pun unintended...

Hearing all this sanity, the frail insane smiled with a nervous confidence 'n nodded to the other three, "Yup, sure, ya guys are absolutely right... Maybe my bad but guess what, it's my life 'n I just did what I thought was the par for course... Anyhow, ya guys take care, God bless ya all"...

He walked again, but this time away from the crowd... Since walking is all that he ever knew...

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Postscript...

C'est la vie... Such is life... Remedial measures are free 'n plenty, especially when the diagnosis is not even vaguely similar... Only the wearer knows where the shoe pinched 'n when it turned into a gone sore wound...

Saturday, November 12, 2011

OSHO on marriage...

Osho on marriages...

Meditate over it: A fool and his cool are soon parted. That's what marriage is going to be. Only fools think in terms of legality; otherwise, love is enough. And I am not against marriage — I am for love. If love becomes your marriage, good; but don't hope that marriage can bring love. That is not possible. Love can become a marriage.You have to work very consciously to transform your love into a marriage.

Ordinarily, people destroy their love. They do everything to destroy it and then they suffer. And they go on saying, "What went wrong?" They destroy — they do everything to destroy it. There is a tremendous desire and longing for love, but love needs great awareness. Only then can it reach its highest climax — and that highest climax is marriage. It has nothing to do with law. It is a merging of two hearts into totality. It is the functioning of two persons in synchronicity — that is marriage.

But people try love and because they are unconscious...their longing is good, but their love is full of jealousy, full of possessiveness, full of anger, full of nastiness. Soon they destroy it. Hence for centuries they have depended on marriage. Better to start by marriage so that the law can protect you from destroying it. The society, the government, the court, the policeman, the priest, they will all force you to live in the institution of marriage, and you will be just a slave. If marriage is an institution, you are going to be a slave in it. Only slaves want to live in institutions. Marriage is a totally different phenomenon: if it is the climax of love. Then it is good.

I am not against marriage — I am for the real marriage. I am against the false, the pseudo, that exists. But it is an arrangement. It gives you a certain security, safety, occupation. It keeps you engaged. Otherwise, it gives you no enrichment, it gives you no nourishment. So if you want to get married according to me, only then can I give you my blessings. Learn to love, and drop all that goes against love. It is an uphill task. It is the greatest art in existence, to be able to love. One needs such refinement, such inner culture, such meditativeness, so that one can see immediately how one goes on destroying.

If you can avoid being destructive, if you become creative in your relationship; if you support it, nourish it; if you are capable of compassion for the other person, not only passion.... Passion alone is not able to sustain love; compassion is needed. If you are able to be compassionate towards the other; if you are able to accept his limitations, his imperfections; if you are able to accept him the way he is or she is and still love — then one day a marriage happens. That may take years. That may take your whole life.

You can have my blessings, but for a legal marriage you need not have my blessings — and my blessings won't be of any help either. And beware! Before you jump into it, give it a second thought.

A woman walks into a pet shop and sees a bird with a big beak. "What is that strange looking bird?" she asks the proprietor. "That is a gobble bird," he answers. "Why do you call him a gobble bird?" The man says to the bird, "Gobble bird, my chair!" The bird immediately starts pecking away and gobbles up the chair. "I will buy him," the woman says. The owner asks why. "Well," she says, "when my husband comes home he will see the bird and ask, 'What is that?' I will say, 'A gobble bird.' And then he will say, 'Gobble bird, my foot!'"
Just be a little aware before you move! My blessings won't help. Marriage is a trap and your wife sooner or later will find a gobble bird.

Mrs. Moskowitz loved chicken soup. One evening she was spooning it up when three of her husband's friends came in. "Mrs. Moskowitz," the spokesman said, "we are here to tell you that your husband, Izzy, has been killed in an automobile accident." Mrs. Moskowitz continued eating her soup. Again they told her. Still no reaction. "Look," said the puzzled speaker, "we are telling you that your husband is dead!" She went right on with the soup. "Gentlemen," she said between mouthfuls, "soon as I am finished with this chicken soup, you gonna hear some scream!

Marriage is not love; it is something else.

So be a little aware before you are trapped! Marriage is a trap: you will be trapped by the woman and the woman will be trapped by you. It is a mutual trap. And then legally you are allowed to torture each other forever. And particularly in this country, not only for one life but for lives together! Divorce is not even allowed after you are dead. Next life also you will get the same wife, remember!

Sunday, November 06, 2011

Status quo...

karti hongi mehsoos meri tarah, haath ki lakeerein bhi ab kuch bebassi apni...
mukhtalif koshishen nakaam, wahan bhi, yahan bhi, ek doosre ko badalne ki...

I desire to change it, con it, deceive it, yet destiny gets the better of me...
Gracious as it makes, merciless when it breaks, yet I too keep walking...

Neither gives up...

badal ke andaaz apne harr baar, leti imtehaan hai zindagi... jawaab ki justajuu mein par, khud ek sawaal ban gaya hoon...

Not just a lifeogue, my memoir will be more about the conversations 'n at times mere communications I had with destiny.

Will title it "The Book of Joke"...

Friday, November 04, 2011

Life is nothing but a series of questions... Love is the answer to all the questions...

Me: Dear God, I need ya'r permission to love...

God: To love, ya need no permission...

Me: Seems as if ya don't understand, I am asking for ya'r explicit consent for a heart to find its rhythm in another heart, for a soul to find its genesis in another soul...

God: Obviously I do, but perhaps more than me, ya need to understand, I am the heart, I am the soul, for ya to love me via me needs no approval, no sanction, 'coz it's indeed me who ya'r going find everywhere... Love begets love... That is how I planned it to be...

God is watching us... from a distance...

Dear God...

When I see someone with the childlike eyes, I am aware it is ya...

When I see someone with a zero percent pretense, I know it is ya...

When I see someone with an innocent sacred smile, I realize it is ya...

Please God, please take care of the Gods I see...

Amen...

Thursday, November 03, 2011

Life is just alike a traffic signal... Every problem is similar to the red light... But if ya'd wait for some time, it will turn green...

Live totally 'n live intensely, so that each moment becomes golden 'n ya'r whole life becomes a series of golden moments. Such a person never dies because he has the Midas touch: Whatever he touches becomes golden...

~Osho~

Bliss is to be on the same page even if it's destiny not to be in the same book...

Love never should be forced, love never should be an attempt. It should not be in the mind at all - If it happens, then it is beautiful...

~Osho~

Love is not a race... Never too late when one's waiting for the mate...

According to Hindu mythology, when Devas (Gods) 'n Asuras (Demons) churned the sea (samudra manthan) in order to obtain Amrita, the nectar of immortality, what emerged first from the churning was a dangerous poison known as Halahala, which was swallowed by Lord Shiva, the transformer amongst the divine trinity...

There is also a proverb derived from this incident, "Amrut paane se pahle Vish pinna padta hai", which implies that one has to face the odds before discovering the way to true bliss...

Soul attains nirvana only when ya unchain it...

According to the Bhagavad Gita, an upanishad in Hindu mythology 'n often described as a concise guide to Hindu theology 'n also as a practical, self-contained guide to life, Pandava prince Arjuna faces confusion 'n moral dilemma right in the middle of battlefield, "How can I ever hurt my own kin?"

It is then that Lord Krishna elaborates several yogic 'n vedantic philosophies, 'n explains the different ways via which the soul can reach the supreme being, "Let the destiny guide ya, not the guilt... Karma in itself is a Dharma... Set aside all meritorious deeds (Dharma), just surrender completely to My will (with firm faith 'n loving contemplation). I shall liberate ya, Do not fear."

The Bhagavad Gita further states it's not the fruition of deeds but rather the tranquility produced in the mind by pursuing the deed which is of supreme importance.