Unwired Soul

Unwired Soul

Many years ago, on Indian television a serial used to be broadcasted every week. It was called “Mungerilal ke Haseen Sapne”. It was a comedy serial, popular, the protagonist much loved by viewers. “Mungerilal” that was his name, the main character. A simpleton. An honest hardworking, commoner. Living an absolutely boring life, with a 9 to 5 job, married, had a nagging wife, a father in law who criticized him for everything and a boss working for whom was no pleasure but just a necessity of life.

That was basically Mungerilal’s life, nothing exciting, nothing thrilling, just flavorless in all respects. Deep down Mungerilal hoped to escape this daily grind and accomplish a life, where he is a hero, respected by all, loved and cared by wife, living a life where there is no room for sorrow, no haplessness, never ever feeling like a loser. But it was beyond his capacities, courage, to escape the fangs of his cruel reality, facts of his life.

The only way he could live life like a Casanova, pumped with machoism, adored by society, was by day dreaming. And that’s what he did. Every episode of the serial was Mungerilal’s virtuality, depicting his day dream story, sabotaging his reality. At the end of each episode Mungerilal was humiliated, ill-treated for wasting, missing one more day for no productivity, sacrificed to his love of day dreaming. But Mungerilal the fool he was, didn’t mind any of that, because the pacification of virtual pleasure was worth more than his boring realistic life. A life where he had given up all hopes of achieving or feeling any good. That was an era when people loved watching “Mungerilal” and laughed at his foolish attitude towards life, and now we all a generation who more or less are happier content in our life of “Virtuality”.

The storyline of the serial was similar to short story “The Secret Life of Walter Mitty’”. “Walter Mitty’” fictional character whose life revolves around similar day dreaming concepts. And so is the term ‘Mittyesque” derived from “Walter Mitty’” commonly used to denote a person, who lives a life disconnected from reality, spending more time in virtuality. “Deleuze” the French postmodern thinker, who explains “virtuality” so well. Virtuality” a dimension of life which is nowhere close to reality but allures a person to an extend where one starts despising the actual framework of life.

How different are we to “Mungerilal” or “Walter Mitty’”? May it be social network, or some trendy games, applications, we are trying to derive the zing of our unfulfilled desires through virtual platforms. Our Virtual relationships progress fast and strong, as it’s not tied with any real day to day harsh, practical cycles of life. And we like “Mungerilal” are so subsumed by the these virtuality energy spikes, leading us to condemn, find faults, magnify shortcomings and eventually mess up our real elements of life.

It’s like a trance mode we all are living in. Incapable of changing or fixing the things that worry and trouble us in reality. An escape mechanism, where we feel soothed, with “The Virtuality”. Pretending to be naïve, acting ignorant, we willingly surrender to such virtuality every day, in some way, and then complain life’s too complicated. The longevity of such virtual connections, we believe is forever, may be after a decade, realization will hit us hard and then it might be too late, no reality to suffice, to survive.

 

Song Of Life

….Song Of Life….

Gliding on the oceans deep

Swirling with the cool winds

I feel free…

I let it go…

A burning desire new

To embrace happiness unseen surreal

I feel free…

I let it go…

Tunes so melodic I hear

Rising euphoria within me

I feel free…

I let it go…

Yes its ecstasy long lost

Living again with my dreams

I feel free…

I let it go…

Spreading my arms to world around

No more imprisoned by desires dying

I feel free…

I let it go…

An unexplained energy so uplifting

My heart’s filled now with love so pure

I feel free…

I let it go…

And as tears roll down my cheeks

I smile, as see the light, darkness go

I feel free…

I let it go…

Oh how much I missed this in me

Now I feel I can dance till eternity

I feel free…

I let it go…

Freedom from Hate

Freedom from Hate

How many of you have those sulky days. Where you feel totally frustrated in life and hate everything around you, you hate yourself, your choices in life, you blame god, blame people close to you and you feel totally lonely. I think all of us, at some juncture in life have sensed these agonizing emotion. You wish you could set yourself free from such perturbations. You need some elation which will help you overcome all this despair. But alas, most time either we just repress it completely, until it comes back with a domino effect or we succumb to the remorse, acting, pretending, and faking to be happy.

And life goes on, until little, merry moments in life make us feel little livelier. Infinitesimal speck of joy is enough to make us revived. And by filling our baskets with such few nucleons of jollity, whoopee, hilarity the atom of zeal within us survives. The humanness within us survives. The ability to love others survives. The willingness, eagerness to explore life survives. The positivity within us slowly blooms again. The child within us starts giggling again. A little spark of tenderness, lights up the flame of zing in us.

Imagine a day where you are feeling glum, depressed, angry, and dispirited.  And then a true genuine smile from any person, what difference does it make? Huge isn’t it. Suddenly you feel a bit calm, bit relaxed. For a moment at least the bitterness within you vanishes, and you feel little positive. May be it’s just a spur of moment, but what a big difference it makes. The pessimistic attitude to change to optimistic outlook, sometimes just needs a kind heart to smile at you. So why can’t we have a hate free international day. It may sound as crazy as it can be. But if a smile can have such huge impacts on lives unknown to you, why can’t we celebrate it. Our heart is smart enough to identify the trueness in smiles, why can’t we dedicate a day for it, just to remind people to smile at faces unknown.

The warmth of a caring smile has the power to erase the hate in others.

Forgiveness

***Forgiveness ***

Winds of dawn

Have a magic feel

That promises peace

And makes one feel serene.

The glittering sky

Have guided my path

Amidst the sea

My resentment washed.

Now the waters are clear

The corals shine

I feel one amongst them

As they reflect my smile.

Muddled stream once

Now calm and quiet

With chirping of birds

That hum alongside.

Cool drops of rains

Caress my burned soul

Salts of this ocean

Heal, soothe, old wounds still open.

My fury, hurt, grief, vengeance

Now I have relent

I set sail

To new shores, unrevealed.

 

Breaking Barriers

Why do we sometimes make ourselves so difficult?  We build walls around us just to see if anyone cares to break it down. We stay quiet just to see if anyone persuades us to talk. We minimize our socialization just to see if anyone really cares for us. And then we derive to decisions; I am not loved enough, cared enough, and valued enough. Why do we measure love on such weighing scales? Why do we build barriers and sit and watch if people pass our test? And if things don’t turn out the way we want, anger, grief, disappointment follows and the elements which we created intentionally, then becomes a shadow, following our every happiness. Living with such filters just draws us deeper into darkness. Instead just speak your mind, complain what bothers, question what worries, shout what scares, express what you love, people who care will respond and who don’t you will anyways eventually know.

Kaleidoscope

Kaleidoscope

Nothing is real in this world. It’s a perspective we all have. Even we aren’t what we think we are, it’s just a perspective of us for time being.  We all have our very own kaleidoscope. We all carry bits of pieces of love, hate, anger, sorrow, ego, jealousy, spirituality within us. And as light falls on these broken pieces, it reflects for a while. Yes just for a while, then the kaleidoscope rotates and a new shard shines. Every time a new pattern is revealed to us, a new insight of those broken pieces is highlighted, a new revelations of our own self which we never knew existed. Some of our streaks baffle us, surprise us, shock us, but all of them always existed, they were just waiting for certain moment, a certain time for the pieces to fall in that pattern.  And when the pattern forms, a new dimension of our personality is unveiled, which puzzles ourselves more than it confuses others.

Just imagine yourself, standing amidst of those patterns. For the viewer it’s a beautiful array of colors and shapes grouped together. But the one who is trapped within this abstract patterns its daunting and an impossible escape beyond it. The feeling where you know there is just darkness beyond these reflected lights, yet the plethora of these colors is so strong that you prefer the darkness instead. And one struggles and strives to step outside but until you find the end, the design changes and yet again a new battle begins.

And then the times in your life where you are tempted to break this kaleidoscope of your life and just disintegrate those little pieces. Hold them instead in your palms and identify ourselves without them. Then find your new identify, have a new definition in their absence. As you held each single piece each pattern that you have lived with, it comes to life again, but now you are just an onlooker of that image. An image in which you were once trapped and where once you cried to be set free from. While holding the little pieces in your hand you wonder why it overpowered to such a great extent, that you have now destroyed the whole kaleidoscope of your life. You are free from that pattern, but somewhere losing a connection with your own inner self. Or is this new found you, is a new revelation a new perspective for your own image?

A Wanderer’s Tale

A Wanderer’s Tale

I was a wanderer all my life. As a child I used to wander away from school, running wild in open meadows for no reason, climbing mountains to catch the sun rise and decent,   going by the river to see the night reflections on calm waters, wandering away wherever whenever I could from people , don’t know why. But wanderers have no successful life they said and taught us. There was no documented story of any wandered who has earned great riches and had been successful in the race of life. Or may be no wanderer has chosen to tell their story of success to the world, as they knew the idea of their happiness this world couldn’t contemplate. I could never explain to any friend or my parents, my thirst to keep walking as far as I could go without any intention or planned destination. And I myself didn’t know why, but it made me feel happy to wander as that. They called me crazy, dumb and what not, but nothing affected my silliness.

I grew up to continue with my trend, being rebel, banishing traditions, refusing predictable routine. I wandered around from villages to towns, from deserts towards oceans, wandered as far as I could go. I made my living in many ways, sometimes just being a laborer, a guard keeper, but most times by selling common things of one town, uncommon and rare in other. I traveled in trains, in ships, on horses and camels. What materialistic wealth I gained was minimal, but knowledge I gained was worth that bargain. Knowledge of cultures, of food, of places, of skills, of seasons, of soil, of sea, of birds, of people was worth every penny which I had failed to earn. Strangers who heard my tale were astonished, they questioned how was it more fascinating to have a life without owning anything and just keep moving around. How satisfying it could be with no human bonding.

Materialistic gains never altered my interests, maybe I was a savage soul of some native human race. Human bonding, I had few one with my parents and friends with whom I spent my childhood, but my thirst to explore new places was far stronger than those attachments. Yes and then it was her. Her town which was famous for making brass bells, where I spent substantial time of my wandering life, until my ship longed to again set on sail. She was among the many girls who carved on those brass bells, her delicate hands crafted the most intrinsic designs. I was amazed by one such design and was curious to know who the creator was, that’s how I met her. I wanted to learn the skill, and started spending hours with her. Her kohl eyes, mischievous smile, her smartness slowly started engraving my heart. She was wise. She knew I was a wanderer, who couldn’t be tamed down with chains of  customs and rituals. She never asked for any promises, but instead she let her heart follow my wilderness. She understood me more than myself, I wanted to stay with her, and she didn’t want to leave the town. So I stayed for a while, until she realized I was no more me. As my brass bell designs turned obscure, she said it was time for me to leave. She loved me and I loved her, but we parted, may be that was the best ending we could have.

I made more money in different towns from the brass bells I made. And then I squandered it on wine, to lose my senses, so I could feel her sitting beside me. But the thirst for exploring places, undiscovered, kept me moving, helping me to forget the only pain which this journey had in me nailed. I learned more in my journey, new languages, and different techniques to make the same things, slowly people started treating me as a Sage. A Sage with knowledge, immense wisdom, and they believe I have sacrificed the clutches of desire to live such a carefree life.Today many wish to be me.and I don’t bother to change their belief , so let that be.

Now I am old and I wander not often , I just make brass bells and engrave words, images on it which I have learned from my retrospect.