Used or Served??

Ok I am being told that my blog s turning to a dark blog but believe me I don’t care about the image.. I d rather write whatever I think I should… so here s another one….

Have you ever seen a pile of garbage, the ones you can sometimes find near garbage bins? And have you ever seen a clean dustbin with a single crushed and mashed napkin lying in it? So let us take the latter case coz its more easy to imagine and relate. So just think, had that napkin had been feeling lying around there? Used? Or having a sense of served the purpose?

 

 

“My thoughts in the next post.. Meanwhile you are free to pour in yours..  ( you have a week for that)”

Sunrise for the soul

As you would know that I hail from jammu- the city of temples and the doorway to paradise on earth. And as I am not a very ghumakkad kind of person or should I say I never was when I lived in jammu full time so I was never that observant or aware about the beauty of jammu. Well in the past few years living in Bhopal I may have roe n number of times in the morning to see the sunrises, may be coz I learnt after moving there only that how beautiful the rising sun is, but back here in jammu where I spent nearly 20years of my life I never went to a sunrise point to observe and feel the true feel of a rising sun.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

This fast I broke today when I went to a sunrise point and believe me its walking distance from my home, Manda or the morning walkers paradise as people call it. And first time I came to know that the sunrise at my home town is more beautiful than the ones I saw from tekri or lake view. it was such  a picturesque view with ranges of mountains running one after other and bright light shining behind it. I sat on a stone with my face in my hands waiting for the sun. But its not long when the bright emerges from behind the peaks. What I see is a small brightly shining sun that seems like a gem shining out of the peaks. Rather I witness the whole transition of the sun which happens within seconds and I just sit there marveling at what I am seeing. It was such a marvelous experience that can’t be spelled. I see the sun coming out as if I am seeing some chicken popping out of its egg and sit there Just complimenting nature on its miracles and just being a witness.

It rather becomes more special when you have just a day before finished a Paulo coelho’s novel and its thinking is still alive in your mind rather a part of your mind. You thank, you thank for there is sun. For there ll be light and crops and water and light and harmony. You thank for the beauty that is crated by such phenomena. You thank for there ll always be such things. You thank for love manifests itself in such beauty. The universe talks you in a language that you probably don’t understand but you understand.  The nature tries to establish the contact and you thank it for that. You sit there mesmerized knowing that it ll be not there in next few minutes but assured that It ll be there the other day. You sit there , feel the energy, feel the beauty, feel it all and still feel incomplete. You get restless and your mind tells you that sunrise is over so its time to go. Like all the soul came there for was the sunrise. The soul fights back for its right but still the forces of the real world overpower and I return. The soul still manages to keep the spark from the rising sun and thus I keep the desire to go back tomorrow.

LOVE it is

Of all the topics in the world to write about, I choose love may be coz as Paulho Coelho says this is the most difficult topic to write about. For a considerable time of a human life is spent discovering what is love. According to me, for everyone according to his own. Every different individual may have a different interpretation of this word. And for everyone that interpretation may vary with time and space.

Now as it is, your thinking is always affected by your experiences or some incidences that touch your soul. And one of such incidences shapes up my perception of this word. In fact it was a little lecture by my teacher at my school Mrs S.K Bedi that was the cause of it. She said that idea that I now firmly believe in, as what the meaning of love is.

 What is the basis of this creation? You know what is the animal instinct in humans and higher animals the sets them apart. That is that they care. They care for those they love. If we see around us and observe that what we cxall love what we see is that people care. And we love people who care for us. Our parents may never say that they love you but what you see foremost is that they care. They care for you, for your needs that is why run around all their lives and earn so that you can live comfortably. Your friends who make your proxy in class without you telling them to, care for you, so that you don’t run short of attendance. A dog who you so call loves his master would do anything to save his masters belongings because he cares that his master does not loose anything. LOVE as we know it may not be put into words, may not be carved into something tangible, but it may be represented it in form of a feeling that is Care. Now whatever it may be. Your parents love for you, your friend’s love, your sibling’s love for you, your pet’s love for you   or that heart shaped love that we talk about with so much enthu these days. LOVE is that You CARE