What are we seeking?

Every day we rise in the morning and with that starts the circus we have put ourselves into. Flurry of activities to be done occupy the mind. Ticking of the clock keeps reminding us what has to be done and what to be skipped.

We are just living like a sophisticated designed animal that can express widely but has forgotten that aspect inconveniently. Expressions are not the exercises our minds used to emerge into anymore; it’s just the exasperated anguish of our hearts and mind.

It brings me to this central question which has occupied my mind ever since I have started thinking where will I collide eventually.  What am I seeking?

All the religious scriptures offer a rather common view of divinity is the final destination. Material ideas of a place called Heaven. Am I running day in day out to reach a place I have no idea about?

Religions have made God a very expensive commodity that is not available unless the prescribed rituals are followed or certain acts are orchestrated. Is that the ultimate culmination of the purpose of life?

Money, Success, Position, Power they seldom satiate our constant need to move on. These are just benchmarks of the process. Does this process have an end? Do we really know what are we really seeking?

We are exactly same like the Deer running in the forest trying to find the Kasturi which is in its own belly. We are trying to find ourselves. The process we seldom realize is the upliftment of the self. We lack at introspection. The idea of even sitting alone doing nothing gives us a squirm. We are so busy doing other things that our own self is neglected.

Gym and playing games is a very healthy practice for our bodies. Do we exercise our brain, intellect and thoughts equally? Do we really bother what forms our thought process, why do we take positions that we take.

Today the world is really a very small global village with communications. But, humans are far away from themselves to be close to others.

The popular term “Mid Life Crisis” is nothing but a position where you feel satisfied with what you have achieved as off now, but when you look back you feel was it worth all the sacrifice? Was this my goal when I did start with life? Is this what I want to die doing?

Let’s give a little time to ourselves to realize what we need. If you really can answer what you are seeking, you will understand the purpose of life is bettering yourself to better the environment.        

Penny Wise Pound Foolish

India prides itself that it has the maximum percentage of youth population. It is a cutting edge we feel we have over the aged population of China. Well I have my severe doubts.

By the looks of the very talented youngsters we have all we should be is worried.

The choices made by the urban youngsters are baffling. These choices have given us our TV shows where thousands go to get insulted and abused by a pair of tonsured heads, who feel they are the elected Chief Justices of India (in other jobs, they get laughed at in horrible movies). 10 years these baldies have lived off by the grace of our jobless studs.

The activity of staying fit is actually a living rage of ballooning biceps and clean shaven chests. Each of these gym addicts, walk with an air of being Sylvester Stallone. Their IQ is inversely proportional to the increasing inches of body mass.

On the other hand, Indian Military Services are facing a problem of not enough QUALITY youngsters to be trained and deputed as Officers. 

The latest Scheme named behind a man who died working intently for the nation is an added advantage for the rural youth to keep warming benches. Since the introduction of this mega vote puller scheme, Labor shortages are reported from all the industrial states.

The genuinely sharp brained offspring of Mother India have very well realized that if they have to be utilized, they need a foreign land and better living conditions. India is busy accommodating Reservations on behest of Politicians to keep them in chair.

To top all of this chaos is a man who in my opinion is fed up but can't even quit his job for either of the two reasons, He cannot even dictate terms of his resignation or love of the nation to save it from a candidate who is aiming to run the country without even the experience of running a home with a wife.

All the journalists, on one hand are busy condemning a man running a State like a Multi Million Dollar Enterprise of having Communal Tendencies, whereas totally mute and in worst cases supportive of a man, lost time and again to be the Prime Minister of the Country whose Educational Qualifications are like the cryptic Mona Lisa smile.

But as they say India has always come around on Jugaad, we are sure we will keep pulling it off.

When You Meet God

You were on your way home when you died.


It was a car accident. Nothing particularly remarkable, but fatal nonetheless. You left behind a wife and two children. It was a painless death. The EMTs tried their best to save you, but to no avail. Your body was so utterly shattered you were better off, trust me.


And that's when you met me.


"What... what happened?" You asked. "Where am I?"


"You died," I said, matter-of-factly. No point mincing words.


"There was a... a truck and it was skidding..."


"Yup." I said.


"I... I died?"


"Yup. But don't feel bad about it. Everyone dies." I said.


You looked around. There was nothingness. Just you and me. "What is this place?" You asked. "Is this the afterlife?"


"More or less," I said.


"Are you god?" You asked.


"Yup." I replied. "I'm God."


"My kids... my wife," you said.


"What about them?"


"Will they be alright?"


"That's what I like to see," I said. "You just died and your main concern is your family. That's good stuff right there."


You looked at me with fascination. To you, I didn't look like God. I just looked like some man. Some vague authority figure. More of a a grammar school teacher than the almighty.


"Don't worry," I said. "They'll be fine. Your kids will remember you as perfect in every way. They didn't have time to grow contempt for you. Your wife will cry on the outside, but will be secretly relieved." "To be fair, your marriage was falling apart. If it's any consolation, she'll feel very guilty for feeling relieved."


"Oh," you said. "So what happens now? Do I go to heaven or hell or something?"


"Neither," I said. "You'll be reincarnated."


"Ah," you said. "So the Hindus were right."


"All the religions are right in their own way," I said. "Walk with me."


You followed along as we strolled in the void. "Where are we going?"


"Nowhere in particular," I said. "It's just nice to walk while we talk."


"So what's the point, then?" You asked. "When I get reborn, I'll just be a blank slate, right? A baby. So all my experiences and everything I did in this life won't matter?"


"Not so!" I said. "You have within you all the knowledge and experiences of all your past lives. You just don't remember them right now."


I stopped walking and took you by the shoulders. "Your soul is more magnificent, beautiful, and gigantic than you can possibly imagine. A human mind can only contain a tiny fraction of what you are. It's like sticking your finger in a glass of water to see if it's hot or cold. You put a tiny part of yourself into the vessel, and when you bring it back out, you've gained all the experiences it had."


"You've been a human for the last 34 years, so you haven't stretched out yet and felt the rest of your immense consciousness. If we hung out here for longer, you'd start remembering everything. But there's no point doing that between each life."


"How many times have I been reincarnated then?"


"Oh, lots. Lots and lots. And into lots of different lives." I said. "This time around you'll be a Chinese peasant girl in 540 A.D."


"Wait, what?" You stammered. "You're sending me back in time?"


"Well, I guess technically. Time, as you know it, only exists in your universe. Things are different where I come from."


"Where you come from?" You pondered.


"Oh, sure!" I explained. "I come from somewhere. Somewhere else. And there's others like me. I know you'll want to know what it's like there but you honestly won't understand."


"Oh." You said, a little let down. "But wait, if I get reincarnated to other places in time, could I have interacted with myself at some point?"


"Sure. Happens all the time. And with both lives only aware of their own timespan, you don't even know its happening."


"So what's the point of it all?"


"Seriously?" I asked. "Seriously? You're asking me for the meaning of life? Isn't that a little stereotypical?"


"Well, it's a reasonable question." You persisted.


I looked in your eye. "The meaning of life, the reason I made this whole universe, is for you to mature."


"You mean mankind? You want us to mature?"


"No. Just you. I made this whole universe for you. With each new life you grow and mature, and become a larger and greater intellect."


"Just me? What about everyone else?"


"There is no one else," I said. "In this universe, there's just you, and me."


You stared blankly at me. "But all the people on Earth..."


"All you. Different incarnations of you."


"Wait. I'm everyone!?"


"Now you're getting it." I said, with a congratulatory slap on the back.


"I'm every human who ever lived?"


"Or who will ever live, yes."


"I'm Abraham Lincoln?"


"And you're John Wilkes Booth." I added.


"I'm Hitler?" You said, appalled.


"And you're the millions he killed."


"I'm Jesus?"


"And you're everyone who followed him."


You fell silent.


"Every time you victimized someone," I said, "You were victimizing yourself. Every act of kindness you've done, you've done to yourself. Every happy and sad moment ever experienced by any human was, or will be, experienced by you."


"Why?" You asked me. "Why do all this?"


"Because someday, you will become like me. Because that's what you are. You're one of my kind. You're my child."


"Whoa." You said, incredulous. "You mean I'm a god?"


"No. Not yet. You're a fetus You're still growing. Once you've lived every human life throughout all time, you will have grown enough to be born." 


"So the whole universe," you said. "It's just..."


"An egg of sorts." I answered. "Now it's time for you to move on to your next life."


And I sent you on your way.