the thing we call ‘love’

As i sit, thinking what should be written about love, I’m completely lost. From where shall I start? It feels same as trying to pick up a needle from the haystack. Even more, its difficult to define love, as many people confuse it with their likes, wants, possessions and some even make love an excuse to be selfish.
I might be wrong, but from the limited knowledge I have, my understanding of love is that love exists, when the lover refuses to stop loving, even after seeing many flaws in the loved one. Its pure and unconditional. Its non-demanding and unselfish. Its respectful and truly divine.
    With this concept of love, I look around to find, who loves me and whom do I love.
      I think about my friends and wonder, how long will they stand by my side, if I do them wrong? How long will I take it, if I’m not treated right?
      I think about my family. Of course, they love me and I love them too, because we are biologically programmed to love each other. Even then, our parents demand us to become a perfection. We demand our parents to become our safe haven and protect us. Shelter us and feed us. If we don’t live up to our parent’s expectations and if they don’t fulfill their responsibilities, we will end up being disappointed in each other. But of course, love would still be there, because we are biologically programmed to love each other.
       To talk of true love, I find that I do not love any person and no person loves me. We just mimic the mere reflections of love in our lives. But then, from where did we learn to mimic the love’s reflection? Who created love?
          Who can, but the Creator of all. Like Him, His love for the mere creation is the only true love that exists. Love, which does not demand, is never disappointed and He refuses to stop loving His creations even when knowing our countless flaws. Praise be to Lord. The Creator. The Truth.

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a strange meeting

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      Sometimes, we face situations, when for some particular reason, on which we cannot put our finger, we feel miserable. Times, when we refuse to look in the mirror, because the person we see is ugly. We do not speak because, in the roar of voices, our words do not matter. We feel rejected because, in the huge crowd we move in, our mere presence becomes insignificant, useless and unimportant.

      But then, from where came the concept that one has to look great? Who told the world, that our words need to have an impact? Or that being insignificant and not needed by others is anything to be sad about?

     For once, I decided to let things be. Let the imperfection rule my day. Just as I was resolving this, I happened to meet a stranger, and got into an equally strange and absurd sort of conversation. There were no formal greetings as a start. I asked the stranger to define random things like faith, success and soul and kept opposing what I was told. Even more strangely, our conversation then suddenly shifted to work and weather and so it ended.

      It did not matter if the stranger was young or old, girl or boy, smart or dumb. It did not matter if anything we said made any sense at all – it didn’t have to. All that did matter was that I talked without once thinking what impression I must be leaving on the other person. The meeting was more like an escape from reality. Self deception.

      Generally I consciously avoid judging others. It’s not that difficult to let people be the way they are, as long as they don’t bite. It must be foolish on my part, but now and then, I like to pretend I’m invisible and not interesting enough for anyone to judge me. But, even if that stranger, who ever is reading this, or the people who know me, are judging me, and they might think of me good or bad, in either case……who told them they must be right?

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don’t tell anybody….

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Many a times I have put in the internet search engines ‘history of gossips’. Every time I ended up unsatisfied. All I know is, that almost everyone has at least once gossiped about some one and also been subjected to it.

      I too, have been subjected to it many times, especially after coming to college. For an instance, one of the female demonstrators has a striking resemblance with me and so last year a girl came to me saying, ‘ hey, you are XYZ’s niece, right?’ My innocent reply was, ‘Really? Oh my, I never knew that’. Even then, the word of mouth traveled with the lightning speed and  for the past whole year people have been ‘telling’ me that I’m related to her.

      About twice, I have very warmly congratulated people on getting engaged just to find out, it was nothing but some pathetic rumor (oh those embarrassing moments. Felt like an idiot, then).

      There is exclusively too much of gossiping about the break-ups and and heaven-made-sweet-couples (which do break-up really soon). Social medias like face-book are efficiently accelerating the whole process of gossip-travel, as if, canteens, back benches of lecture theaters and yes ‘hostel’ was not doing the job much already.

      But, I have learned one thing about myself. I’m gender biased. I never thought I could be, but after seeing a boy (of 20 years- almost a man) gossiping, I felt like throwing-up at him. Now, don’t blame me. But what is this world coming to? Where has the manliness hid itself? Nevertheless, a boy gossiping is simply horrible. Disgusting.

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    A very sage person once told the world the best way to spread a rumor, tell a woman and ask her ‘do not tell any body’. Having done this, just wait and see the magic. It works. It really does.

     I might be wrong about this but people who get into gossiping and spreading rumors are mostly tired and bored of their own lives. They look for an escape as their energies are more than their positive utilization and so they need help. At this point, I must confess that I too have taken part in such activities but I’m too ashamed to tell when and about whom did I talk. But, since I consciously avoid being part of this, I assume I’m not a gossip girl after all (feels like an angel ^-^)

     Even if I’m right about my theory, that gossiping people need to get a life, please do not think that I wish to ban this practice because, if people did not gossip and rumors did not spread then how ever was I to know that those who should-not-be-named did what should-not-be-told. But,

ssshhhhh! DO NOT TELL ANY BODY, eh?

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Making History!

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Protests, wars, peace settlements, revolutions,developments, technology, protests, wars and then again peace settlements and revolutions.
At every step, we believe we are making history. What we do not realize is the fact that we are simply following a set course of mere repetitions- happenings, that have to happen. Most of us name this phenomenon as nature.
History was made when one man killed the other and buried the dead for the first time on the face of earth. History was made when language was developed as a source of communication, when fire was invented as source of energy and religion came into being as a source of spirituality. The rest is nothing but repetition.
What we know of nature as a rule is that it balances all energies. It nullifies the net effect of everything. We know light because we know darkness. We know love because we know hatred. We can appreciate our friends not by their goodness alone but also by the mean-ness of our enemies. We can cherish life as much as we understand death. The nature has a way to cancel the net effect of everything by making the existence of the opposition of equal intensity a necessity. The same way as if one part of the world is a paradise of peace and progress, the other will have to face upheavals and destruction. Same way, if some people like me then existence of those who dislike me is obvious.
If we look at it scientifically, we know this as a law of physics that friction is required to initiate a movement but friction is also required to stop any movement. Thus, contrary to what we believe nature is, we find a point of unification. The idea of unification of forces called ‘unification theory’ which was later modified with additions to it as ‘grand unification theory’ has been presented and accepted by scientist community.
Thus, we know that nature is not exactly as we have been perceiving it. Universality and unification can be achieved. How possibly can we make another history by governing the nature to change its course- is the particular thing I don‘t know. If we reach the point of uniformity, it might result in perpetual motion, perpetual stability or perpetual stop and end of everything. Where exactly it might lead us, I cant say.

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(standard model-grand unified theory)

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My Friend Is Dead!

   A friend is dying. I want to help. She says she is miserable, disappointed, depressed. She does not need consolations. I don’t know how to help. So I just listen. I want her to let it out. I listen with patience. Her miseries, her troubles and things she never got.

      I listen and do not realize, I’m being manipulated all the time. I listen and do not realize, she was being selfish all the time. I believed she was sensitive, but did not know, her self obsession, her lack of concern for everything and everyone, her blind eye.

      I’m not sure if she ever was a friend to me anymore. I’m not sure, if I ever had a friend. My friend is dead!!

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