The beginning and the ending

Life, the beautiful composition, is much more complicated than the spider’s web, looking at which one can find out the least about the path along which the web was built. It just has a beginning, the vacuum in which the web was supposed to be weaved and an ending, the completed artwork. The interim has neither been witnessed by a human eye nor has been recorded in manuscripts.
Life too is similar. The birth is the beginning and the death is the end. The interim is unrecorded. The birth has a purpose to be fulfilled assigned by God. The death has a result- of success or failure, the second dominating most of the cases.

What has been done in those hundred years is what no one bothers about. Those anxious moments, the hard work, the sleepless nights and the insecure days are all forgotten along with our death. Not a single person on this earth, except our dearest friend or lover remember those days. They are all forgotten as time advances.

What has taken birth has withered. One does not think for even a second while plucking out a withered flower from a tree, fearing the loss of aesthetic beauty. The aroma it has spread around, the excitement it has awaken in the eyes and the amusement it has provided to the butterflies are all forgotten. What one perceives it to be is not what it truly needs it be endowed with.

Life has a purpose. One is lucky enough if he is able to unearth that deeply hidden purpose. One is even more lucky is he can understand that the task he has been assigned is unachievable and decides to lead a happier life rather than meaningful life.

Whole hearted confessions…. Hopeful waiting- Outcome yet to be known

Following the usual self and the natural behavior that has got embedded in oneself a long time ago, the hands put the creative mind to work, asking it to perform a little folding, a little writing and the ultimate rolling and what resulted was a pair of alternatives, each leading to the same destiny but in different paths; one filled with flowers and the other with thorns.

With a belief in God and luck, one of it was chosen which demanded the heart to gather courage to question someone so loved about the events leading to the present trauma it was experiencing. A second thought would mean a lost opportunity which might never again show its face.

Prepared for any outcome, whole hearted confessions were put in front of the loved. But the reply given was neither assuring of success nor of failure. It was a step neither into the desert nor into the dense green forest but a midway between them reflecting the confused state that is overpowered by the heart on one side and the mind on the other.

The heart which gathered courage did take a step forward, when it had seen that the demanding question did invoke a small gesture of hope. It had penned down its feelings in words enveloped by gold; gold that constituted truthful feelings, silver that formed the crux of gestures and platinum that represented the eternal love.

A sparrow symbolic of conveying messages was assigned the task of uniting two friends. The time of conveying the messages was decided and the heart did leave the scene to return again when it would receive either the warmest welcome filled with love or the highest rejection filled with cruelty.

And now, it spends its time recollecting every second of its earlier happiness. Destiny shall lead it on the right path.

When everything that is wished for keeps leaving you

Thousands of wishes, made visible by the bright hope, were put in front of God. The one who had been pushing every human life into trouble had for the first time been moved by these wishes and the hope.

Every wish that was put forward was a sincere request, some of them for self happiness, some for the ones around and some connecting the self with the world. Mortal selfish was least visible and these wishes were as pure as the diamond hidden for years inside the earth untouched by human hands.

God had wanted to grant these sacred wishes but there was something obstructing the good work. The words about future written by Brahma on the forehead were a complete opposition to what was being wished for.

Fearing the loss of a place in the devotees heart for having unable to fulfill even the minute wishes, God said in breaking words ‘All that is wished for would come true.’ What the God says is the thing that should ultimately happen. But at the same time, the sacred writings on the forehead cannot be manipulated.

Time that decides what is going to happen was seen to be caught in between these two opposing voices. It was unable to decide on the things that should be taking place in the future. It had left everything to human commitment and God’s will.

Destiny had done its work respecting both the opposing words by two sacred voices. The wishes granted were fulfilled, for a wish once given cannot be taken away. At the same time, the pre written future has to be executed. And so the granted wishes could be experienced for only a few days following which the normal life of suffering has resumed. Everything that was wished for left as soon as it entered.

What an unlucky person!

Feelings that cannot be concealed

Excavations uncountable unearth everyday hundreds of artefacts, ranging from broken pieces of painted pots to the royal seal that is a mark of glory of the civilization that has prospered hundreds of years ago. The soil, an element of nature, tries to hide everything within itself, too selfish to part with others the concealed knowledge of the rulers and the ruled who have lived in vast dynasties and kingdoms.

Even when the witness rejects sharing what it was a spectator to, the archaeologists like the skilled detectives never leave any part of the land unreformed.

If only there were some people who could look deep into the hearts and the mind and read the eyes of mortals, have chaotic would the world be! Results of the ‘heartful’ excavations keep pouring in from all the corners of the world for a day spent with someone on a foreign land or just a minute of exchange of silence, looking at one another can develop feelings of every feeling. Some remain for ever, never to leave us, following us like a shadow to every place we visit leaving its trait as the jasmine does. On the other hand, some other feelings persist for a few hours, days, months and then perish, having attained eternal moksha.

But the skilled ‘heart readers’ have the capacity to provoke a revisit to these feelings, encoding them when we recollect, to pass onto the client.

A revelation of feelings related to one person on this earth can take as long as a year to be processed, given the number of people on earth with whom we did have an exchange. No wonder if that person who wished receive that knowledge goes mad unable to digest the love and hatred of others.

Life would have been better if everyone accepted the doctrine of not to hide feelings but hatred proposing to share happiness and love, unobstructed by ego while putting a barrier much larger than required for hatred.

One might wish to confess the fact that some other person has a substantial influence on his life and he cannot live without that person. The situations leading to such engrossing thoughts might be the result of a faithful act performed in the past or the sharing of mutual friendship that knows no limits. Relations might have been damaged leading to the present rejection to the doctrine of not to hide feelings but hatred.

If only that rejection was chained with iron and safeguarded by faith in that relation lest the rejection free itself from the clutches, life would have been much better.

All that is required is the strongest opposition towards trying to conceal feelings and the desire for friendship or love, with a king heart to forget all the mischief that has taken place and the cold war, be it one sided or two sided for a period extending to more than three months.

However, life continues and feelings express themselves for a noble cause of reunion.