August 15, 2012

Note from a amateur writer...

I wouldn’t exist today, if my parents were not together. My life started as a cell inside her womb. Having safely nurtured, she bestowed me with an opportunity to see the world. She shared me all that she could, and relieved my pain with happiness. She helped me recuperate from illness and gave me her best comfort. And in return, I exchanged her kindness with madness. The pain of nourishing and giving birth to me was intolerable to her.

The trouble of raising me became severe to her, as I started growing up. She didn’t understand my needs and wants. All she did was caress me in her warm arm, all night long with lullaby. Every night was nightmare for her because she couldn’t sleep soundly. I disturbed her, whenever I wanted to but that wasn’t intentional. She poured frustration on me and it was of no use. I was like a body with no soul and I could barely see things with my eyes.

I gradually started transforming with the help of her love and care. I could see the things around me and at times, I too could laugh but not in proper way. Every time, I took shelter in her arms crying for milk. The words could not be uttered from my mouth, though I had one. Distance could not be covered even if I was gifted with legs. It was almost like rudimentary organs. There wasn’t proper place for me to shit and pee. All that I could do was cry whenever my diapers were wet. She was there for me to do all those stuffs.

The period of trouble slowly subsidized as the time flew by. Since then, I was able to crawl and make senses in my little ways. The burden of soldering me became less. Still, the need for feeding the little boy was necessary. She took extra responsibility to shape and guide me through tough times. The fear of losing me hung around in her mind and I was protected from fire, water, pointed objects and so on. She gave me whatever was needed and kept me happy.

Since they didn’t want me to toil later in life, I was enrolled in a school. They wanted me to be self-reliant when I grow up. At times, they would be rude and punish me for misbehaving but with good purposes. I would always nag her, whenever I could. Finally, the boyhood mischief days were over.

Those nostalgic days often brings smile on my face and tears in my eyes. How funny was I, when I reflect back on my bygone days? And now, life has taken a different twist and I am no more the same. I have duties to bear and something to do. Time has come for me to prove myself and I can’t effort to be the same puppet to her, any more. I have come all this way and the credit goes to my parents.

Today, she calls me ‘SIR’ and I proudly raise my head, hugging her. I feel very much honored to be her son. I will never forget your kindness and I promise you that, I will make you feel the same as I do right now. You will linger in me till the end of time.

Apa and Ama, where would I be without you two. Thank you for everything.

August 14, 2012

Remembering the end

There is life because there is death. The web of death ensnares us every day. Everything in life is subjugated to perish.  Even the most powerful human being can’t escape from it. Life is like a smoke evolving from a chimney; it’s just momentary. Nothing is as perfect as it is. Fear of death follows us, from the time we are born.

When we are blessed with the privilege to make a difference, don’t confine ourselves to the narrow world of selfishness. We are for a while to help each other. As a human being, all of us tend to overlook things and many times, we land up acting unwisely. But, there is always a second chance to mend the wrong doings. Lord Buddha was once like us. What made him different was that, he abandoned his materialistic life and went in search of complete peace. Besides the sufferings he confronted, at last he was able to achieve the path of freedom fully.

Life has no certainties and everything is bound to change at any time.  We must always warn ourselves about the impermanence. The sights of beauty, the taste of pizzas, the luxury of wealth, the craving for love are all transient and are sure to fade away.  Impermanence is like our own soul seeking refuge in our own body. Death doesn’t admonish us; it comes on its own. Nobody has the supremacy to barricade its way. The unpredictability of life can be compared to that of water drop on the blade of grass. One moment it is beautiful and the other moment, it is gone.

The cause of one’s happiness may be the source of suffering for others. Everything is interwoven in life. If we act wise today, tomorrow we are gifted with the reward. The world is a mirror and everyday our deeds are reflected back.  Despite knowing life’s uncertainties, one should never try to put others down. We should always be kind, whenever it is possible.  People often complain about the unsatisfactory life that they lead. But, the best remedy to curb this problem is by remaining pleased with what we have. Lord Buddha said, “The way is not in the sky, the way is in the heart’’.

We should think of the end sometimes in the middle of our busiest hour, because our existence is transient. Who knows, you and I may be the victim tomorrow.  Preparing against it is like lighting our own ignorance. Just as we have succeeded from the circle of birth, so are we to accept death like the former one. A change in the wheel of life is perpetual. The good can become bad and vice versa. Some live long, some live short but we must never forget that, it is just the difference in time.

The fact of life is hard to accept but truth is truth, and it must be faced. We can’t run away from its confinement and the only solution we have is, being kind to others.  However, somebody has rightly said, “we have only one life and if we do it right, once is enough’’. What we have done for others and the world remains and is immortal.

As I put end to my mortal thoughts, i leave here the famous lines of Socrates: all men are mortal, Socrates is a man, and Socrates is a mortal.