This world is nothing but full of duality. The phone which I had bought two years back gave me immense happiness at that time, but now it doesn’t give me the same pleasure because it’s not up to the standards which are prevalent in the market. “Remember the phone is same”. The ecstasy which one may have when being in certain kind of relationships with someone, may turn into a constant source of agony when it falters. “Remember the source of pleasure and pain is the same person.” The moon, the rain, the flowers or any other aspects of nature can make someone fall in love, but for someone who may have separated from his/her love, the same moon, same rain, same flower seems like forest fire. The water is same everywhere with same Chemical Formula H2O. Parched land of deserts and people living there desperately hankers for it, but the same water has created much havoc in God’s Own Country. “Remember water is same”. In Sanskrit, there is very popular section of verse “Sa Vidya ya Vimuktaye” meaning knowledge is one that liberates. But many a times the knowledge becomes the source of bondage.
Day-Night, Happiness-Sorrow, Cold-Hot, Weak-Strong, Love-Hate, Victory-Defeat, Birth-Death……… Oh the list of duality in this creation is endless. I may not be able to list it down all and frankly speaking it will not be of great use. Through analogy we can easily relate this. What is important, in my view, is to understand this deeply because understanding this nature of the world in quintessential to live peacefully.
Just before the War of Mahabharata, Arjuna was in complete delusion about his action. He pleaded Lord Krishna to enlighten him with transcendental knowledge. Then a song, or Geet in Sanskrit, came in to existence, which later became popularized as Bhagvad Gita. In second chapter of this book, this dualism is discussed in details by Krishna to make Arjuna aware of his duties. Out of many instructions…one goes as…..
“Do thou ﬁght for the sake of ﬁghting, without considering happiness or distress, loss or gain, victory or defeat…….”
Everyone of us is fighting our own battle in our own capacities…Understanding the plot is helps a lot.
Our past is nothing but stagnant water. As you grow old, the amount of water gets added to it. More water, then more and more. Still water has a tendency to decay gradually. After some time it smells bad, it stinks. But in the perspective of our past, this analogy may not hold 100% correct as we cherish some of them, if not all. I have seen people and also read some of them when they open up on Word Press that their constant source of misery is their past. Past is a vicious trap (ironically, created by themselves) which they find difficult to come out. Initially they cling on it, later clinging on past becomes their habit and we all know to change habit is mountainous task. As I mentioned earlier, stagnant water stinks after few days. But there is a specialty of still water. We can see our reflection very clear in stationary water, which we will not find in water with motion. Reflection of past is good for progress, clinging on it may not so.
Technology has shaped the human civilization in a way that it seems an irreversible process now. Many of the technological tools such as mobile phones or televisions have become necessary in modern time and they are no longer construed as luxury and rightly so. Few of us can even ignore hunger for a day, but can’t suppress the urge to check the notifications of various applications of our cell phone(s).
Technology has helped us immensely and made our life much easier than ever before. We can definitely say that our present human civilization has been the most comfortable society in materialistic terms in compare to any of the past societies. (I am not saying that, at present, we are the happiest of all as comfort and happiness are altogether different phenomena). But at times technology shows its other side, which may not be pleasant at all.
Few days ago, I had a trip to Bangalore or Bengaluru as now they call it. During my stay, I used its public transport system “the Namma Metro” on quite few occasions. It was overall a good experience except for one instance and that one instance was not inside the metro but at one of its stations. In whichever cosmopolitan city of India you would be in, one aspect will always remain common and that is huge crowd in all the public places. Banglore is also no exception to it and neither was its metro system.
So on that day when I was entering to one its station, like many others, I also preferred to use a “technological tool” called “escalator” or the moving staircase to get down. You would presume that what is special about it, it is so common these days. But I have mentioned it with a reason here. The reason is that it was overcrowded on that place and it deviated from its usual performance. Have you ever thought or experienced what will happen when a moving stair case would abruptly stop? If you never experienced, don’t wish for it. Because, experiencing the Newton’s First Law i.e. “Law of Inertia” on escalator may not be pleasing one for sure.
So on that day, when I was unprepared like others, the escalator suddenly stopped unexpectedly. The experience was just like as someone has applied a power brake in your car on seeing a possibility of collision. But we are generally prepared for the brakes in vehicle but remain casual on escalators and never expect a brake. Everybody on board became shaky and some even fall over. I was fortunately holding the side railing which prevented me from tumbling. But suddenly someone from back fell over me. When I turned back, it was a young beautiful lady! I saved her from falling on the rugged staircase, I was proud of my achievement.
But, she was embarrassed, ashamed and whispered “I am sorry”. Without thinking too much I said “Thank You!!!” She became puzzled and retorted “What? What did you say?” Sensing here unease, I quipped “You have made a wrong choice of words, instead of saying sorry, you should say me thanks as it was not your fault and since I have saved your beautiful face from getting defaced, I might be obliged by a Thanks rather than a Sorry”. She smiled. I thought my sense of humor worked and there was an instant reward for it. She asked “What’s your name?” But before I could have answered her there were huge uproar on the ground. Few people were shouting vehemently in a language that I hardly could have understood, but I could sense their anguish. There was a hurdle there and in mid of the hurdle a lady in her mid 30s was crying profusely. Taking the advantage of my height, I tried to peep in the hurdle, but since the language was alien to me, I couldn’t understood what was going on there. I thought she also might have fallen from the escalator, but there were no visible mark of injury no blood on the floor, no mark of scratches on her face. Then few minute later, someone from the crowd spoke the language which I could have discerned. He said that the lady was pregnant and due to abrupt stoppage of the escalator she fell off from three or four steps atop and now she is agonized about her wellbeing of her impending child. I saw a lot of people were consoling her, but she was incessantly crying. This is probably one pain which half of the population could not have understood.. I realized, only signs of scar are not the sole representation of the pain, some pains are too heavy that scars can’t depict it. Since I had a preoccupied schedule, I had to leave that place. But few question kept hitting me?
Who should be held responsible, if something mishap had happened to the child, who is still not in the world?
Manufacturer of the Escalator?
The lady herself, as she was not holding the side railing as precautionary measure
The Karma of the Child, as Sanatan Philosophy says that one’s fate is also decided by its karma in past life.
Or, combination of all these factors
I didn’t find the answer of the question, even after pondering it over and again. I reached my accommodation at night after having an eventful day, through the same metro route and via same station where the incident has happened. I was checking the notifications on my phone and then suddenly remembered something “Someone had asked my name today!!!”
Note: Needless to say to my readers that I some time write fiction, inspired by some real events. You are free to Judge which event was real in this story and which one was my fictitious narration.
मेरा मन जहाज़ सा,
उड़ने वाला नहीं
पानी का जहाज
और तुम सागर सी,
हिन्द महासागर नहीं
अथाह, असीमित, अन्नंत
मन चंचल था मेरा,
कभी हिचकोले करता हुआ
पर वह अब डूब रहा है
गर्त में, तह तक
जैसे किसी सागर में कोई
जहाज डूबता है,
अस्तित्व को भुला
जैसा कि पहले
कोई, कुछ था ही नहीं
केवल सागर का सन्नाटा
और लहरों के हिचकोले
सिर्फ तुम ही तुम,
मैं स्तब्ध, शुन्य, मौन!
Recently, I went on to visit Mumbai to my maternal uncle’s home. During my stay, one day I accompanied with my cousin brother (age in 14-15) to a vegetable market nearby our-residence, to purchase some vegetables. On going there I saw many vegetable sellers queued up. I stopped at one shop and started to ask about the prices of different vegetables. But suddenly, my cousin pulled me towards him and said “Not From Here”. I was surprised by his gesture. Since I have asked the price of different vegetables and didn’t purchase any, I made an apologetic gesture towards the shopkeeper and moved away.
After moving some distance, I asked the reason for pulling me from that vegetable shops. He said “The shop keeper is a cheater and a liar.” I smilingly asked “why, how he cheated you”?
He responded with a story:
“Generally, mom come up for purchasing the items of grocery and vegetables, she never allows me to purchase anything which I desperately want due to intrinsic commission which I can accrue from it and also get a chance to move out of my flat. On one day, with great difficulty I persuaded papa and he allowed me to go to the market to purchase some Brinjal or Eggplant (Baingan in hindi) so as to make “Baingan Ka Bharta”, which my mom vehemently resisted. She was having a doubt that I will not be able to make distinction between good and bad quality. But since, I had a go ahead with papa, he gave me some money and I ran away, ignoring the mom’s resistance. On reaching market, I was very cautious that, this a best opportunity for me to proof that how pragmatic and wise I can be in purchasing the articles of everyday use and if I can do it better this time form next time onward, my family will give me all the contracts of purchasing it and in turn I will make my margin and commissions, and chances to move out.
But a dilemma came, since I have never been alone here in the market for purchasing any commodities, I went to the same vegetable shopkeeper, where I stopped you, and requested him to give a one kilogram or two, brinjal, but asked him to make sure that the quality should be absolutely fine irrespective of the price. He talked me very nicely and said that you take it with you without any doubt, we sell the best product, and not a single brinjal is of bad quality. I think, I have paid him the highest price, above the prevailing price in the market, without having a commission for me to have candy and returned happily home.
On returning home, I was excited and said to mom to see how good a quality of brinjal I have brought. But when my mother chopped it, she found every single brinjal Rotten and having filled with pests. My father looked at me, my mom looked at me, I looked at both of them one by one and both started to laugh in a manner, as if, someone has liquidated the nitrous oxide (laughing gas) in my flat. My mom told “you see! why I don’t allow you to go in the market”. I was ashamed, embarrassed and apologetic. I was extremely angry on that vegetable shopkeeper as he ruined my entire career. They say the first impression is the last impression and here was my first impression. On that day I have decided that from next time onwards, if I get a chance, I will never ever purchase anything from that shopkeeper and that is the reason why I stopped you from purchasing it from that shop”
I burst into laughter on his sheer innocence. I consoled him and said even to date, I am also not good at all these, so no need to worry.
On returning towards apartment, I recalled the whole narration. Thought, what can be morale of the story? Why my younger brother is not willing to visit again to shopkeeper? The answer lies in “Breaking of Trust”.
Trust is a very small word but having a deep, profound meaning and implication in our life. A quality hard to develop, takes years, if not centuries, to build, but shatters in seconds. The opposite of trust can be construed as doubt. Doubt is like friction. More the friction it’s harder to walk. Trust is opposite to doubt. More the trust, walking or advancement become very fast without any fuss. In relationships also if doubt remains, it is bound to die. No one can stop it from crumbling. To maintain the trust, is not easy, it demands sacrifice, courage to speak truth, a straightforward character, an indomitable will to face hardships. With sheer trust, impossible can be achieved.
Trust is Peace, Trust is Truth,Trust is Love and they say Love is Life.
Today, I will share a very interesting and an informative piece with you all. It is related to the origin of the “Moon” or rather how the moon came in to existence..
Though we are very much familiar with moon since our childhood, yet I think few of us know about its history of existence. Though, it is very difficult to be ascertain the exact reason, yet through the indirect evidences, inferences and theories by astronomers and scientists, we can reach to widely accepted notion behind its origin.
To tell you the truth, to share these theories were not the sole purpose, as you can expect from me :-), I will try to draw a parallel in life based on these theories and I think here lies my originality and imagination in this piece. I am uncertain about the reaction of yours, after reading it, some of you may laugh, some of you may take it very serious.
Anyways, one thing is sure you will get some info about our planet’s and its satellite’s history with some philosophical underpinnings.
Two propositions have been given by the scientists in this regard:
First Theory: According to this theory another planet, whose size was around 1 to 2 times of the earth, collided with the “Blue Planet”. This phenomenon happened around nearly 4 billion years ago. Earth is believed to be formed around 4.6 billion year ago. The collision was huge and it’s termed as “Big Splat”. After this giant impact some portion of the earth was escaped out from its surface and in due course of time it started to revolve around the earth and finally resulted in what we see today as moon. This is the most widely accepted theories these days.
Second Theory: According to to another theory moon and earth was previously one and the same. During the time of formation, earth was not a purely spherical body rather its shape was of dumb bell type. But since it rotated around the sun, the irregular shape of the earth did not result in smooth rotation. This can be understood by following pictorial representation, representation may look very ordinary in style 😀 but will surely give you an insight.
The irregular shaped body finally had a split and the earth and moon came as separate entity. The portion from where the moon got escaped out; caused a depression in it. This depression is believed to be same as the Pacific Depression. Pacific Depression is deepest on earth and Mariana Trench (the deepest point on earth) lies in it.
Now you came to know two theories, now it’s my turn to play with these theories and bring some sense in practical life 😉
Parallels in Life: Like the depression created in earth due to separation of the moon from its surface, in our life also when someone unfortunately leaves us behind, those who were initially deeply connected to us, be it your Mom, Dad, Grand Pa or Granny, or any other cherished relations for that matter, we also feel depressed. Isn’t it?
Earth was fortunate that the deep depression was inundated by oceanic water, but all the humans are not so lucky most of the time. The void created inside him/her can only filled by the same person whom he is bereft of and not by any other substitute. Agree?
P.S. When I narrated this write up to couple of friends before publishing it, reactions were poles apart. One was deeply moved and said “Aise soch kaise lete ho bhai” and other said “Matlab, Kuch Bhi” 😛
Do let me know about your views…. Have a Pleasant Weekend…