Just a Thought

So how many of us have seen themselves in the mirror? - almost everyone right. We love seeing ourselves. We love gazing at our reflection. We have an obsessive admiration for our face for the beauty hold - but how many of us standing in front of the mirror see beyond this mirage of beauty, peers beneath the illusion of prettiness, envision the raw self - the self which is unadulterated of any beautification and glamour or in other words - how many of us see themselves as an animal in the reflection the way we see every other animals on the planet?  Hardly any I guess unless you're not high on weed. So here's this bizarre thought I've been thinking for a while now back in the days when we human beings stood up on our two legs we were naked, vulnerable, foraging here and there, living a nomadic life, being unconscious to that consciousness which later defined who we are, why we are, and what makes us different. So basically in that primitive age we were like every other a

Of all the responsibilities, we inherently take being as a social animal, we tend to keep a human relationship responsibilities on the pedestal- the topmost priority. Something we do care for more than any other responsibilities because we know if we trifle with it or be irresponsible with it, its loss could leave a void in our life that can choke us to death. The pain that it inflicts is so unbearable that sometimes it turns us into a living corpse. We lose reasons to live anymore. No matter how bad a person is to other people in general but he tends to be the best to the people he cares about, to his near ones and dear ones. And this human relationship responsibility gets kind of very intense and important when it comes to deal with two lovers - the Romeo and Juliet sort of thing. The promises we make to our lovers are far more concrete and firm then we do for any other things. We end up losing our heart, body, and soul to the other person. We are willing to bet every single bea

Adam and Eve after their expulsion from the Garden of Eden and when left to perish without the providence of God. They in order to go through such unfortunate circumstances together might have held each other's hand as friends than anything else. It's the sense of friendship that might have brought the very first two humans of the recorded history closer with the affection. When a newborn baby looks up to his mother, its the friend that he sees in her. Our kindergarten sweetheart was a friend to us. Friendship is the genesis of every relationship. I think Friendship, unlike any other relationship, is never tainted by expectation and that's what makes it so special and much immune to every human fallibility that plagues our other relationships. Unlike our parents and lovers and siblings, friends don't bind us with the responsibilities. You don't have to make them proud, you don't have to make them smile, you don't even have to be with them all the time to c

So there's a beautiful line by one of the famous spiritual gurus Osho, he says that if you love a flower do not pluck it, because if you pluck it dies and ceases to be what you love. So if you love a flower let it be. Love is not about possession, it is about appreciation and I think this very line speaks of everything what love is about. Love isn't about having something, love isn't about owning someone. It is not love, if it induces worry. It is not love, if it inflicts pain and sadness. Love is about letting go. Love is about complete freedom. It is a state of bliss. it is some sort of serenity that helps our soul escape the confinement of our body from this mundane reality. That's what love is. And I don't understand why the love for God ushers us to the path of spirituality, enlightenment, emancipate us whereas love for human being gives us pain, sadness, and worry? Why there is such a difference? Are we not part of God? Are we not made up of that same stardu

So I write about things that pierce me, that excite me, that make me feel something, that bewilder me, bewitch me, that give me an experience and what I'm experiencing now, what I'm feeling now is one-sided love - kind of very interesting thing, isn't it. You know when you are in intense love with someone, when you are head over heels for that person and she or he doesn't reciprocate in the same way and yet you're obstinately passionate about that person, that is where I am now and i know I'm not the only one. There is a good chunk of people out there who are going through this same misery but the question is - why do we do that? I mean how come an innate selfish human being who wouldn't even take a step forward if it is not for that frictional force we get in return which makes us go ahead can be so generous in case of love, can be so munificent when it comes to his or her beloved? Why do we shower so much of love to that person who doesn't even bother

There can be nothing as pleasing as reading Rumi’s words in a hushed-up ambiance of self-exploration. It’s a solace for wobbly souls. It's like a relic of love to delve us back again to the astonishing and miraculous nature that created us. He transcends us to the dark and undrawn space, a space where silence sounds and darkness lights. He tinders our soul to lighten and uncover it’s utmost desires. To me, Rumi is that ray of hope which infatuates me to cross the entire ocean of life with just a shred. Rumi lets me know who I am I am always besieged with the thoughts of my creation, who am I? Why am I here? Where have I come from? , till I don’t tune to Rumi’s mystical poems. He makes me understand that I am a divine covered with muscles and skin and beneath that skin, a soul resides who has every answer I am searching for. Everything I am seeking is seeking me . I am the sole owner of this universe. And the most precious of all from the Rumi’s closet is that this world is nothi

So let's talk about sex. why sex is so pleasurable? Why it is so exhilarating? Why it shakes us like an earthquake when we think of it and erupts like a volcano when we actually do? Why it shudders us and gives us goosebumps whenever we drench ourselves in the ecstasy of sexual desire? Why despite such an exponential growth of technology which has unfurled and controlled almost every minuscule and colossal entities of the biological world, sex remains beyond our control? Why there's so much of why and why when we talk of sex? Why we want sex?  I mean think about it, isn't this crazy to have millions of things around us in this vast eternity of universe and yet it is the interaction of two genitals which give us that extreme exquisite pleasure. Why the sensation of our lover's the skin excite us? why we moan and groan in the euphoria of that impermanence which dissipates with the ejaculation? As Paulo Coelho says in his book Brida, when mankind was closer to God s

 There is a beautiful quote in German: “Die schlimmste Art, jemanden zu vermissen, ist die, an seiner Seite zu stehen und zu wissen, dass er nie zu einem gehören wird.” - There is no worse way of missing someone than to sit next to them, knowing they’ll never be with you. The romantic story of love tells us that our search for a partner is inspired, above all else, by a desire to find someone who can make us happy. who can help us come alive, who can hold our hands and look into our eyes and can reassure us that everything is ok. that everything is fine and even if it isn't, it won't matter because she will be there with me always. And this desire to find that person sometimes gets so intense that we really don't care if that person has to be a human being or just its shadow, a love or mere its reflection, or in some cases just a voice. The movie Her doesn't just show us how ubiquitous artificial intelligence would get in these coming years or how exciting would it