Saturday, February 25, 2012

When Soul Shudders!

Fear is a sine qua non element of the whole ideology of our existence. However we try to downplay its role in our lives, it plays a significant part in our lives. We study because we fear that we might flunk the exams, we work because we fear that we might lose a regular income, we love our near and dear ones because we fear the loneliness. On most occasions the element of fear works in favour of our existence.
But problem starts when this fear takes a macabre form and starts mutilating the soul. The fear makes the soul so feeble that it becomes slave of inferior thinking. The notion of God and his/her powers start tormenting us instead of blessing us. When we suffer from an adverse situation in life, we consider it wrath of God. And we try to douse the indignation of God through all sorts of things that even God would disapprove of.
In the whirlpool of bad times our soul shudders and we install our faith in stones, amulets,magical books and self acclaimed spiritual personalities. When we become weak, all other things around us gain strength. We start to believe in an aspect that the real power of God resides in the stones, talisman and written or spoken hypocrisy of some mortal humans, instead of believing in the soul that has been termed as invincible and fountainhead of strength.
I won’t say that I wonder why it happens! No, I don’t wonder, because I know that being  humans we are vulnerable to the forces of this universe and when these forces overpower our expectation for life, we submit to all things that we know is illogical just in order to have a sense that we can also command our lives.
Matter gets pathetic when some people cash in the adversity of someone’s life and from one net of hoodwink to another they traverse the path of hope, expectation and dejection. By the time they come to know that stones don’t help change a situation and a person of same body of flesh and blood like them is no God, a sizeable slice of their money in bank  and their confidence in humanity gets dwindled.
In the market of life everything sells from hopes to dreams. Life is precious, so we want to preserve it. And when we see threat to it, our soul shudders and we submit to all things that are hanky- panky and swindling. Logic takes back seat and we feel relaxed in the tangles of surreal realities.
I pray for this situation to change and the soul to become supreme against all sorts the fear and scare of life.

Monday, February 13, 2012

She is speaking, but is anyone listening?

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There is clamor of democracy in the state, everyone is busy yelling but no one is ready to listen to the silence which just spoke. And when it spoke he became mute. He was my husband. He died of T.B: a curable disease. You must be wondering why? Because we don’t have money and hospitals that treat poor is still a distant dream in India of five star hospitals.

Family members are coming together to share the pie of power, but my family got into shambles in search of a piece of a bread. Power they will always have and savor, but there is no guarantee that the bread I will have and my family that is remaining will share.

This festival of democracy has many colors, and one color or a mixture of colors will win at the end of the day but I, the daughter of democracy, will be left with only one color to mourn the success of this democracy and that is white.

I am no clairvoyant but can see vividly that the drums of democracy are making a noise so loud that my future’s heart has failed and it has also fallen down (like my husband did) on the ground: motionless and lifeless!

P.S: This post is inspired by an article on website of BBC: