How ironic love is. The incidents and actions ,which elevates one to an unprecedented level of bliss , are the ones which transform into the most stinging pain.Once the person whom you love moves away , whatsoever the reason might be , he/she leaves behind a void in your life.
To some their whole life becomes a mere exercise of trying to find an apt replacement to fill the gap. Maybe a few are lucky enough to achieve so but for the majority this is an impossible task. Why such a pure and beautiful emotion , when it ceases to exist , transforms into the most cruel entity.
While eating my lunch today i realized how lucky I am . I do not have to worry about where my next meal will come from . I have numerous options in terms of what to eat. The food i get is hygienic (hopefully) and nutritious ( subject to the amount of adulteration of course).
Stumbled upon this video showing a cute lady demonstrating how to cook meals as she did during the great depression . I see people around me engrossed in the pursuit of worldly gains. Their happiness , contentment and just about everything else depends on how they can satiate their desires. I confess that i also belong to this category , howsoever i might try to remain detached . And it is fine since everyone is free to do what he thinks would give him/her happiness. Human race has progressed due to the ambition of restless souls.
But I feel that people forget the value of having this meal everyday. It is something that they are so used to that they don't think about it . Think of the millions across the world who sleep with an empty stomach and eyes brimming with tears.
We might feel that we are different than those not as lucky as us but are we really?
A street dweller sleeps with the hope that he will get his meal next day. A CEO sleeps with the hope that he will get his BMW soon.
Just finished watching a movie titled "A serious man " by the coen brothers. It is based on the Book of Job , where God tests Job's faith on him . There can be two interpretation , as i see it, of the movie.
The first one being that everything just happens. There is no deeper meaning, no rationalization . It's something like the fact that earth was created after the big bang because all the conditions happened to be there at the right moment. A slight variation and i would not be writing this.
The second could be ( in line with the actual Job story) that till the point the protagonist remains true to his religion he faces a number of grave problems but none actually materializes. And even if they do, he is in some way able to face them. But the moment he sways from the righteous path , as shown at the end , imminent catastrophic dangers happen.
What i want to ask is the relevance of destiny in our lives. What we are today or will be in the future , is the result of our actions alone or other factors . I know we are taught to work hard and do our best et al. But does the happenings in our lives, incidents around us have a more important role ?
What chance does a child born in abject poverty in one of the forgotten villages of India has ,even if he possess the same brain capacity as that of a nobel prize winning MIT physicist ?
It is such a refreshig idea. The blog contains pictures of bookmarks , notes and scribblings left by people in old used books and notebooks. The author of the blog works at a used books store and comes across these "Antiques" frequently.
It reminded me of my feelings which i have inadvertantly when i witness some beautiful spectacle of nature like a sunset , water bodies, hills , tee plantations, meadows, lush jungles e.t.c . The feeling which makes me say out loud that "There is more to life than just the materialism which forms the better part of our lives ".
Getting back to books, which i truly and dearly love reading, smelling and collecting. I also happen to scribble thoughts on pages and margins . Make bookmarks out of Old photos and post cards. Write on each book a short history. When did i buy it or who gifted it to me or anything diffrent associated with that book.
Memories. Sweet memories.
Reading Tinkle and Raj comics in afternoons after lunch . Swapping them with friends. Telling stories . Fighting over them . Taking them to school and reading them during classes . Miss those days. Days when my whole life was not about competition, grades, placements, cv and getting bullet points on my resume. When i was actually busy having a wonderful childhood.
Why did i ever grow up :(
Life should stop in class 9th and start over again .
Why worry about grades and materialism when there is so much more to life .
