Thursday, November 26, 2009

Love through his reminiscence…

"The human heart cries out for help; the human soul implores us for deliverance; but we do not heed their cries, for we neither hear nor understand. But the man who hears and understands we call mad, and flee from him."


Several years ago, in a beautiful land far away, a young girl names Selma had won the heart of a young man who had just stepped into his adolescence. Love can either be an indescribable catastrophe or an overwhelming spectacle. What is however evident is that by the end of it, love gives to man a lesson, good or bad, a lesson well learnt. So as I was saying, Selma had bounded our dear man with her irresistible beauty, her youthfulness and most importantly, her love. The man, who had already seen life through various perspectives, was beginning to analyze Selma through a way which he had done never before. He was falling in love with her in uncontrollable pace and before he knew it Selma had carved for herself a deep niche in his heart.

As their love grew with the progress of time, the highly repressive and despotic mentality of the Eastern Nations prevented their togetherness. The love they had for each other was completely looked over and differences of caste and creed were given paramount importance. Selma was married off to another man and the love which blossomed to be pure and unblemished with the hearts and minds of two souls was tainted and fouled by the minds of the evil society. The man, learnt his first lesson through this ignominy being caused to what was most dear to him – His love for Selma. The lesson he learnt was that attachment is perhaps the most hurtful of emotions man could adopt. Living in loneliness is a good thing, for when it is lost, man tends to gain everything. Howeve
r, living in attachment is bad, for when it is lost, man loses everything.


With this loss began the unfortunate story of a man who lived hoping that his death would sooner or later come and caress him. Now, the failure of his love, and the disaster that followed in his own life because of this very reason ruined the entire spirit of his existence. However, this failure is what led him to declare to the world certain messages which have always helped in giving people answers, whenever they arrive into a position which left our man broken and emptied. He mentioned once, that love gives not from itself and takes not for itself. His entire life was a quest, a search to find an answer to all those questions which were left unanswered when his love, Selma was married off to another man. Although he lived his life in deep sorrow and pain, he made sure, he would give to all his fellow beings an answer to questions he always had in his mind. Knowing, that one day everyone would fall in a similar position like his.

Kahlil Gibran, The multi faceted Lebanese Writer and Poet is the man being referred to in the above story. His life was no less than a very damaging catastrophe. A small incident which involved love, changed his life into an eternal search for answers to his incessant queries. His writings are today the most popular and widely read pieces of philosophical literature. Nonetheless, whatever he wrote, never brought peace and tranquility to his own mind. Kahlil Gibran died because of severe liver damage caused due to his alcoholism. One incident changed his life completely and this clearly shows, that human existence is nothing but a very mystifying maze. The world has been trying to seek answers and happiness through the sorrows of this one man, that is how funny human life is. And what was  the ultimate benefit Kahlil received by the end of it? a life being lead with Broken Wings.

Tuesday, November 24, 2009

God, Biochemistry and my Brain

GOD KNOWS NO RELIGION


When I was a child, about five years old, my grand mother would always tell me stories which were related to God in some way or the other. Sometimes, the stories used to be straight out from any of the religious texts; other times, it used to be stories about various people, villages or the whole universe, where God’s intervention was most evident. I also couldn’t help but notice that these beautiful narrations by my Grand ma were most often just before I went to bed. Well, at five, I never chose to question my own self and seek to learn why she was so very keen on reciting these stories to me before bed time.

 




Today, fifteen years later, I woke up all alone at home, and for the first time, I was missing my grand mothers beautiful bed time stories; as always, when I miss people, this time too, I let myself embark on a journey of nostalgia. I went back in time and tried recollecting as many incidents as I could which involved three elements – Sleep, God and Stories. The first word which appeared in my mind thereafter was the word ‘Dream’. Every single time my grand ma would narrate these stories, I would have the deepest sleep with the sweetest of Dreams; I still remember how ecstatic I would feel by the end of my sleep when I used to be showered with these tales of magic. Eventually, as I grew up, I adopted one habit, reading a book before I slept, and the book I read again always had an element of God to it; to this day, I still feel I have been blessed with a wonderful piece of good fortune in the form of my sleep.

 




The love for God has always been a part of my family in fact, I hail from a very God fearing family where each day begins and ends with a prayer. My mother ever since I was a young child constantly messed about with me saying that one day I would become a very austere person; I see today where her words have led me. When I was a ninth grader, I was deeply impressed with Christianity and Jesus Christ; in fact, being a Hindu, I even refused to attend on my religious functions. I used to be prompt and punctual for Sunday Mass and would never miss out on any of the Jesus Youth Manipal Retreats. I had wonderful friends from the prayer group and had also developed a liking towards the preaching of the Bible. I completely lost myself in the ecstasy it provided me and was ready to convert myself the day I turned a major. My mother was surprisingly very supportive and always mentioned to me that God is what each of us assumes. God is not bound by the limit of any religion; she also mentioned that God is not how religion defines it; but, it is how we take it to be. Eventually, I began reading the Bhagavad Gita, and from it I learnt everything I learnt through the Gospels of the New Testament. When lord Krishna mentioned in the Gita, “Karmanye Vadhikaraste Ma Phaleshu Kadachana Ma Karma Phala Hetur Bhurmatey Sangostva Akarmani", urging us to do our duty without worrying about its fruit; Jesus Christ has mentioned in the Gospel of the Psalm that work is the inevitable component of our lives and that it is unavoidable. Therefore, at this point I came to terms with the biochemistry of MY average human brain. Religion was merely a cue, an indication towards what my brain wants to hear. I turned to Christianity, when I needed answers about the reasons for my low grades and how God could perhaps reveal to me an answer to improve the same. The Bhagavad Gita through Hinduism was again an indication, a cue to which I turned to when I needed an answer for my double mindedness. As I mentioned earlier, my family is a very God fearing family where each day began and ended with a prayer. God and faith has and will always be a part of my genetics. Our DNA doesn’t just carry forward our physical features but also brings along with it from generation to generation all mental components. The whole concept of God, and my linking towards him has been brought down to me by my ancestors. My genetics are the ones which have given me love for GOD and not love for RELIGION. That is precisely what made my thoughts deviate from time to time and there on from religion to religion. Religion is just a medium to crystallize human thoughts. God is one; and will always continue to be one; perpetual, everlasting and eternal.


P.S.: Thank You Trishma for posting that Status Update on Facebook today. Made me want to complete this finally.