THE LONG FLIGHT OF LIVING

In the long flight of living, it has been a tussle , a whole long transformation of ruffling feathers , plucking old ones, growing the new ,trying to still maintain the speed and focus of flying with all energy and magnitude and in this journey, many a times wounded get the   wings, bruised are ends , where hardly one gets time to repair, mend or let the wounds dry.

The journey goes on without stopping, with every bend bringing more challenges and showing more impermanence of life.

 

Unachievable goals, difficult roads, storms , or hovering clouds, thorns pushing out of every circumstances often shred the skin in ways where one tries to protect the family keeping  them intact.

 
Hardly all these such efforts are realized , the fact is the zeal to move forward, the confidence of fighting inspite of not being acknowledged, the selfless support and patience of 24 hours extending to 7 days and 12 months a year continuously exhausts the energy of self.
There are moments when the flight seems the last , the faraway sky seems to embrace our pains and struggles, yet the closed ones near us never realize or notice.
The long exhausting journey wishes moments of understanding, some moments of realization which remain unnoticed and unheeded.
The long laps of flight turn the wings weak, which cannot hold the rough weathers now, due to continous exposure to rough weathers and because never did they been cleaned, covered, given rest .
A life too depletes such with negligence when all paths suddenly turn down and forget to let the soul breathe.

 

 

It is a transformation to break free from all shackles, from all chains that have pulled the wings in different directions, letting the bird to forget it’s own flight and instead follow the journey of survival.

It is time ,to mend ways, to realize, to know, to understand, to see through, to accept  this struggle .

As an eagle too can live upto 70 years and for that it has to go through the painful process of transformation after 40 years.
Either one fights self, wins , overcomes and then survives as a fighter and warrior of life or else succumbs to surroundings and gets eroded in the flood of life .

This isn’t the fear of physical pain , it is the transformation that  creates turbulence within, either leading to a rebirth of self or leading to the  usual  end .

Politics & Religion

Politics, Religion & Spiritualism should never be mixed together. Each has its own perspective and ideology. And never can the same person have similar set of these three ideologies in congruence to another.

Ideally politics should work for the growth and prosperity of a nation and its people.

Religion should bring peace and compassion along with discipline in people following any sect or religion.

Spiritualism is for individual progress and evolution of mind, body and soul irrespective of any religion.

History has always given us a reason to look back, pause for a while and introspect about the shortcomings and repercussions of so many errors done in past,but do we have the time and the heart to listen and learn?

Politics and Politicization has changed the look of the world forever. It is power and money that counts. With new players as the corporate world entering into the games of these ,it is becoming more and more futile to rely on any kind of organizational structure. Where masses gather ,there are bound to be clash of thoughts and intentions, so what is it that can change the situation? Of this world and our own nations?

Humanity – That is the sole answer and the common thread which can keep us sane and together. And will that be in form of any organization? No.

It has to be our sole conscience which will keep the essence alive .

Let us gather the scattered dust

Life is impermanent and so is everything in the world! It doesn’t take more than weeks to transform a living place into a realm of  mourning prayers .

Last few years have seen the worst when disaster has stuck Syria, leaving the historical and beautiful cities of Syria into a land of ashes and crumbled buildings. The ruins speak of a rich and glorious past yet today they are in mud. Every such country which has echoed its broad-mindedness and grace of embracing the balance of life is slowly turning into a different land .

How I wish, life had been simple without the politics of power and the conflicts of mind and riches? A common man is worried more about his daily bread and is far away from the politicization of created and misrepresented news , yet the continous harping of wrong inputs and distorted facts have ignited minds into flames which can burn the world without doing good for any,yet the ones who hold the matchstick to this pyre are unmoved.

Remember if a hand tries to burn somebody else’s house, his own shelter gets burnt,it is the law of nature, devastation brings destruction for one and all.

It is too late to realize and gather the scattered pieces of this maze which can bring peace together,but let us hope this sense shall prevail soon.

 

 

 

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What type of artist are you??? Have you ever wondered?

Where has the ink of conscience vanished? The zeal of expressing the social injustices done on humanitarian grounds , which always found its way through the fine nib of a writer’s pen is somewhere lost.

Novels and stories spoke about the prevailing conditions of society and brought about many changes in the mindset of people ,by instigating them to think about the rights and wrongs. Often stories from such novels were considered to be of revolutionary thoughts, thereby reflecting the ideas and character of writers of those times.

Indian literature has been one of the finest and richest ,depicting true facts from the intricacies of life. Being diversified in languages and culture ,although within a single country, we had variety of literature. Besides the intense romantic poems , poetry has seen another facet ,which was revolutionary. The true replica of historical and political scenarios were expressed with precise manner , written with a flame to create an utopian world. That zest and zeal has got lost somewhere . Artists still create art, brushes move on the canvas, pens scribble much often on the blank pages,yet the essence of truth and reality is absent.

The efforts aren’t enough to create a change nor adequate to inspire the dreaded people of a nation. As artists we have the responsibility of infusing into people and society alongwith depicting the true picture of life and politics.

Controversy is the child of today , but controversies are more materialistic. There is a thin line between controversial and revolution . One attracts attention due to erratic behavior ,disposition while the other raises voice against injustice and iniquity.

What type of artist are you??? Have you ever wondered?

Being Humane

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Cost of being a human is pretty higher these days.The identity of a human‘s existence is categorized by his country, religion, his not so known caste and the known gender and lastly by his name.Every such nomenclature brings a tag along with it.The tag has its own positive and negative effects depending on the place where it is being used.

Centuries later since the Stone Age had started; we all are again lost in the crisis of identity and existence.Being a speck in this world, our nonexistent identity tries to reach atop through several means. Such efforts right or wrong are not considered, when the result is achieved.In the process, we tend to forget that we are offspring’s of mankind and not species of any animal kingdom.

As during this desperateness of being known or getting attention, we follow a path which takes us in a complete different direction.

Like the youngsters and the religious fanatics drive themselves to the edge of extremism to flaunt their views and try to enforce those on the rest of the world. While doing this, they tend to forget that extremism in any case has never been beneficial and has led to conflicts, killings, wars.

How can a race so called as human allow such gruesome incidents under the name of religion?Being human is a somewhere lost in today’s world, where we have lost the essence of kindness and humanity.

The First World is busy in reestablishing its position and trying to recover from the slumping economy, whereas the Second one is getting over the glitches of slow progress and finding new ways to get through . The assumed  Third world has never existed in the picture of the global map, unless some calamity or unrest is heard of in these countries and the rest of the world flocks in to show sympathy by aiding these.

But never have humans tried to lend a hand to the weaker, poorer, unstable sections of mankind or nations, it has always been dominated by the powerful and the hypocrites section of the society.

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To live and survive in this kind of world, the lone human has lost his identity and is now known by the tags he has been born with. His nature, character, disposition remains irrelevant and so to overcome and get noticed, he has shed the skin of being human.

He now dons an animal skin and slowly getting into the instincts of those creatures, forgetting the characteristics of humanity.

The imbalance whether ecological, financial, economic or of progress always has been a threat to the mankind.

Cutting off these edges from the society and trying to make it even, shall reinstate the humaneness in being human.

ACT BEFORE EVERYTHING ENDS

Last year during autumn, when the trees over the nearby hills wore a deserted look, life too went through the dried landscape of certain situations.

Rishi had lost his job due to the adamant nature of being straightforward and true. He stood by the line of truth always and got into a mess everytime.This time it was nothing different.

Manisha confronted him ,”Why do you need to poke your nose in every matter and that too of others. “?

Who are they and for whom you invite troubles ,so often?

“But Manisha, it was really needed .You know ,that.The boss was lying .”

He cannot be just unscrupulous and let things go away so easily.

“I could not see the condition of the poor assistant.”

Manisha grumbled, “ You spoke up ,Satyavadi Harishchandra and lost the job.Guess,you ever learn to handle the social ways of living a normal life.”

“ I cannot,this is my way of living”. I cannot be blind to everything around me.

“Then we part, if you remain such , Rishi. I worry about my career and goals. I cannot risk everything like you do for others.”

As you wish, but take care of yourself in the never-ending rat race.sighed Rishi.

His watery eyes bid Manisha a warm farewell ,but she was too busy attending a business call to even look back.

The next morning had a terrible news in the headlines of the newspaper. His hands trembled and he ran out. Hurriedly, Rishi reached the premises of the City hospital and managed to locate her.

As he entered the ICU of the hospital, he found Manisha lying on the bed helpless .She was breathing her last.

The scoundrel had yet another prey to his hunting. Culprits like Mr. Shah can never amend their thoughts or actions.

Had Manisha listened to Rishi for leaving the job ,she would have not been here such. Had she realized what his assistant Vidya went through while ,Mr.Shah exploited her,Manisha could have saved herself?

Rishi sat next to her, holding her hands and said, “ I had complained against him and had  lodged an FIR then ,but you saved this wolf under the human skin by giving a false statement. Wish you could ever trust my truth and the power of being true?”

Her beats stopped ,but before leaving ,she had listened to Rishi’s words. She had left a written statement with the local police about Mr. Shah’s act. He was arrested and the fast track court ordered him life time imprisonment.

It was a lesson to be learnt, for everyone.

For the wolves that they will never get spared, for the innocents that they need to voice strongly and for the onlookers , “You could be the next victim.”

Act before everything ends.

The tiny star

The tiny star in the dark blue sky twinkled beyond the sparkle of others. The rest of the cluster stared and gave it a stern look.
Asked one of them, “ What makes you shine more brilliantly in the darker night? You’re so small, how can you then stand out so exclusively”?
“We are the rulers of this night sky and the world is on our mercy on a moonless night. Hold back your shine and do not reflect more.”
Timidly the tiny star smiled and said,

“My heart is clear like a crystal,
my thoughts transparent and true,
my soul glitters like a diamond,
as I bow to the maker of this Universe
for gracing me with this place
in the heaven blue”

I have no power to withheld back my shimmer,as I am born to spread the radiance all around with same intensity and splendor.

“Who I am to curb the light
That is bestowed on me
By the God of Life.”

–Suroor of the Soul 2013

THE MAGIC

Magic in words,magic in expressions, magic in the air, magic in the magic wand!

Everything fascinates us that is created by magic .

Flowers emerging from nowhere,or stars in broad daylight!

Wonder how magic affects us! We look in awe at the magic that takes place around us ,but sometimes forget to admire the real magic.

The magic of the sun rising every morning without failing since centuries and ages.The moon shining in the dark skies in its own cycle without fail.The fragrance of the millions of flowers that fill our senses with exuberant joy.

The ceaseless flow of the innocent river and the wrath of  flooded water in fury ,every aspect of this creation has the power of endless magic that is exceptional and exclusive,which no one else can copy or enact!

What a wondrous creation and how wonderful beings we are!

If I  , as a human had been granted special powers to be able to do some magic!

Wonder what I shall do or can do!

I can change the earth, I can change the universe,

yet I opt to change the condition of this world…

To repaint the colours of humanity on the canvas of this world,on the hearts of the stone hearted ones,

to sketch the drawing of being a human on every soul,which has forgotten that it is a living being like another,

to infuse in every spirit the zeal of love and compassion,which shall endeavour them to take bigger challenges

and strive for better results in every effort,

to erase the word “discrimination”,from the dictionary of minds

to delete the existence of poverty from every nook and corner of the world,

to unfurl the flag of peace in every nation, wiping out wars between countries and people.

This is and shall be the greatest magic ever done !

Daily Prompt: Do you Believe in Magic?.

INTOLERANCE ,THE NEW JEWEL OF THIS AGE!

Believe it or not intolerance is the newest jewel of this age!

Shocked to know and hear,Well! this is a hard hitting fact and is showing its ruthless sparkle around the world!

We had learnt in our childhood ” All that glitters is not gold” and so is thus ,every jewel isn’t worth to wear!As every trend isn’t right to be accepted!

Look around and you will find innumerable cases of intolerance,right from families to jobs,on roads to cities,from countries to nations in war!

In many forms,intolerance cannot be defined or outlined,basically its a person resistance to remain patient and to lose his own human value.

Preeti Rathi,a girl who aspired to do something big,arrived at Mumbai with hope of colourful dreams and a bright future. She had left her family at Delhi assuring them to bring fortunes through her hard work in her new job . But the dreams shattered ,her hopes crushed and she battered emotionally ,ultimately dying with lost hope and uttering words,If only I wasn’t beautiful.

An unknown person flung acid on her ,deforming her beautiful face and burning her skin and  life while she was commuting on train.She succumbed to injuries and battled herself to live , ultimately losing herself to the gruesome fate.

This is a news I read few days ago and was shocked to see the level of intolerance people have reached now.

There was no case of enmity nor any strong reason for such an abrupt heinous reaction.

Few people who had advanced to her for her intimacy had been denied so, which supposedly lead to such an act,is what is presumed and assumed.The case still goes on.

But is this the inferiority ,the ego that hurts,or the loss of male dominance that is slowly going our of the grip that is boring out such creatures out of humans.

Whether we see a case of random shooting by a teenager in a  US school killing innocent children,whether the blasts at the Boston Marathon involving the teenaged intelligent boy, what has lead them all to such actions is the intolerance that they have exhibited!

Mentally the mind has become more intolerant to cases of religious sentiments which now creates a rift in seconds to result in clashes and riots whenever instigated.

Have we doomed to be humans or have we forgotten that we are from the human race and not from the animal kingdom?

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