Do You Know Your God?

I wonder how much do we know about our God about which we hear through folk stories that has been passed down the generation as part of the Indian culture.

Would It surprised you when you come across story that makes the same God act immorally in order to have advantage over the demons that threaten their prowess.

Came across one such story which makes me wonder if at all God to whom we worship are no different than us humans, who make mistakes and then make amends.

 

Of late, have been watching Devon Ke Dev Mahadev soap on TV, when I came across the story of Jalandhar.

 

Had never heard of the story before but did wonder if it’s the same name of the place in Punjab.

The weird part of the story was that a win over the demon could only be possible when the chastity of his wife, devoted to Lord Vishnu was broken. For which, Lord Vishnu appear before her in the disguise of her husband. You can read more about it at this link.

The demon was defeated after that. The question that arises is the way and the length Gods went to win the war. Is it acceptable? Does that mean that everything is fair in the game of life if you are trying to win it?

It also makes me question Indra, the god of the Gods, who has done most of the vices done by humans. Yet he continues to remain the God that he is.

I guess questions are all that I have which is in need of answers. If you have any, please do share your thoughts.

Back

The mind is free, alive as it journeys itself away from the midst of the forest where it earns its bread and butter and towards a break for refreshing the mind, body and soul of the man it resides in.

That’s how I will define my break that I have taken to be away from the jungles of the real world and seeking the solace inside my cave and wish to go into a hibernation to give me a peace state of mind that I yearn, if only it was for my hunger which would drive me out of my cave L

There have been days, when I wanted to return this place, which I discovered by accident and the fact that I can write too. If you hear by the compliments of the sisterhood on my handwriting, I probably should be banned for writing. According to them my handwriting resembles “crows feet”.  Thank God, for computers, the truth can be white washed.

There were posts which were put to an end before it began. Posts that was half written and left to find its own place. This is what happens when one is trying to write a comeback post after a hiatus.

Today I realized, I just need to make a heart to heart conversation to get your attention.

Life is keeping me busy to the extent that I even have to end up planning my off days so that I could take care of household chores and yes after that if time left, is for myself. The time for self is like a smoke that gets over before you even began your first drag.

The good part is that I am learning. I am now playing a guitar which seemed to be a distant dream for ages.  There are other things in the offing too.

I have always been curious about the human mind and the way people behave, act in any given situations. I find myself in the midst of people who can beat the shit out of you or make a fool out of you and you won’t even know…

It’s amazing to see how much communication matters in today’s world. If you know just how to communicate and not even know facts in a given situation, you can still rule. I am trying to learn that but it’s not that easy if you don’t open up to people easily.

Apart from that I realize that it matters to have good relations/contacts with people.  Our country lives by the VIP culture where it comes to crucial matters; it’s the contacts/people that matters that comes to the rescue. This is so evident in our so day to day routine, that one wonders if the govt. is a mirror reflection of its people??

Anyways, apart from the observations, I am looking for a change. Have planned things for this year and already the Q1 is over.  Still lot of time, to get things done right J

Hope everyone is doing well, and yes spending enough time on their blogs…

This is it

"This is it" not the line that a choreographer uses for dancing artists when they perform outstanding. This post is not about that   :)

Its the term that came to my mind as I took a walk down the lonely lane to my office which actually give me time to spare a thought about myself. Which lately I have not been giving.

I somehow believe that we go through three phases of life.

i)   The life you live in your head

ii)  The life you actually live (does not agree with point 1)

iii) The reality check (where difference between point 1 and 2 is understood)

By the time when one reaches to the reality check point, lot of time is passed by and one is left to wondering what should they do now.

Somehow the term "This is it" kind of makes sense in every way. No matter in what kind of situation/phase/moment, one can always think straight/out of the box when they start accepting the reality.

Don't you think?

It's never too late to start doing things that one intends to do.

P.S. I am not in mode of becoming a self-help writer here but decided to share this thought which might make sense to other as it did to me and plus I was nudging into write something on my blog which I have been missing dearly. 

The Crooked Straight Story

As Suraj woke up from his Sunday evening nap, the first thing that his hand searched on his bet was his mobile. His hand scrambled all over the area it could reach but the mobile was not to be found.

He opened his eyes and looked around in search of his handset in vain. He got up from his bed and then came out in the hall. He found his handset lying on the center table and his dad sitting on the couch.

“I want to talk to you” his father said as he made his move to pick his handset. He made his gesture to sit down to the chair in front of him. As Suraj made himself comfortable, inside his mind his thoughts worried what it could lead to.

“What’s going around these days with your life?” his dad asked as his mother brought a cup of tea for him. “Good” he replied. “Is there something that you might want to talk to us?” he asked as he took a sip from the tea.

Confused not sure what it was leading to, he replied “Nothing Dad”. “Are you sure?, do you want talk about the girls in your life, or wanting to get settled down. Should we start searching for a girl for you?”

Suraj looked at his dad’s face and then his mom's which appeared grim realizing that something was amiss here “What happened das, why talks of marriage all of a sudden?”

“Can you tell me who is Vishal?” his father asked. “He is one of my friends” “Then why does his message says “I love a lot Suraj, missing you and you too replied you are missing him. What is that supposed to mean? Are you gay? His father countered him.

The barrage of questions hit him hard and took time to reply. “Dad, you went through my messages, why?” “I was not going to, your phone was ringing, as I was going to pick it up the call ended and read the message “that I need you Suraj in my life, cannot live without you”. I would have more than happy if it were from a girl but from a boy? He said and stopped.

“Please speak up, please tell that this is not true. I know you like girls. Please tell” his mother pleaded with him. “Dad, its not like that, you are getting it wrong” he said and got up and “I am not gay”. His mother seemed pleased with his answer.

“If that is so then why is Vishal expressing his love for you? Is he gay and hitting on you? Has he been taking advantage of you? Answer me” his father thundered.

“There is nothing like that. I am not gay and he is not gay” “Then what are these love messages about? You think we are fool who don’t’ understand anything? Call him right now and put the phone in speaker mode and ask him about the same. Do it”

“I can’t” he replied expressing his helplessness. His parents looked at him amused “Why not” his mother asked as she came closer to her. The tenth of a second silence made them more anxious.

“He is not a guy” Suraj said. “What” his mother shrieked, his father trying to come to terms to what he just heard. “Vishal is a girl and her real name is Vaishali. I put her name as Vishal so that no one knows about us seeing each other”

As he looked on to his parents both were dumb founded and they looked at each other and started laughing…..