Survival

They talk about religion, they talk about faith, they talk about science and technology but what eventually matters is the struggle for survival. Nothing else matters to man more than survival when the dark clouds of demise start shrouding. And it is during those times that anything that aid his cause of existence is celebrated. Morality and ethics take a backseat when our endurance is interrogated. This is perhaps why a crime committed during self-protection is not considered beyond the horizon of humanitarian laws.

Religion and science ought to be embraced as long as they assure better living conditions for the whole ecology. No sooner than they become a burden and hinder the smooth flow of the system, they are thrown out to make room for some other useful tool for easy survival. Rigid and brittle customs and ideas always make way for flexible ones. Change is the law of nature and anything (and anyone) daring to go beyond this eternal convention is shown the exit door.

We always use things (and ideas) around us. Don’t we? That’s what they have been created for. Who cares about religion if it can’t cater essential daily meals to a man? Likewise, why will someone endorse science if it can satisfy the basic needs of a man? The first thing that a man worries about is the source of fulfillment of his basic needs. Everything like humanity, brotherhood, charity, holiness are taken care of thereafter. Many call it selfish attitude but that’s the way it goes! My-survival-comes-first attitude is what man has honored till now. Let’s see how far this aureate attitude can carry us. There is and always will be a huge gulf between ideality and reality. What do you say?

Random

Life, as they say, is full of many more surprises and eldritch events than those in the most enthralling fiction one would ever come across. Just when we think that it is the end of the richest and most eventful experience, life promptly throws one more opportunity to attend something new, something unexpected. On the similar lines, when everything seems to be going right and we feel ourselves to be the best and luckiest person around, Someone makes sure that we know that dreadful times can be just around the corner. A great leveling act…isn’t it? I need to meet this equalizing person (person???).

We always gauge life in terms of victories and defeats, gains and losses, good(s) and bad(s), successes and failures, love and hate, and what not! But the subtle difference between the above mentioned terms is that while all other terms are relative, love and hate are always absolute, to say the least. There are zones beyond the periphery of gains and losses, beyond the boundaries of good and bad, beyond the fringes of success and failure. But everything and everyone seems to lie within the set of love and hate. Right from the first look, we tend to form a certain degree of respect (or disrespect) which gradually changes as we come across it thereafter. The scale of respect (and disrespect) can always be modified into that of love (and hate). Where shall I keep that equalizing person on this scale? Never thought about it! See, I am (of course, pretending to be) too busy a person!!!(lol)

Anyway, coming back to the topic of surprises that life presents, the weirdest of all is the microscopic amount of time (microseconds???) one needs to change his view about something. Knowing the kind of moody (read insane!) person that I am, one can easily guess how quickly my finger moves on the love-hate scale. And delivering no surprises, I woefully inform that the worst hit person in my game of pointing-finger-on-scales is none other than yours truly. Can’t help! Rules of the game are fixed and the show must go on. Casualties are part and parcel of the game. No matter if the injured (or killed) person is the mentor himself. That’s what the audience enjoys. Entertaining the world at one's own cost has a delight of its own.

"That’s the spirit my boy!!!", Someone whispers into my curious ears every now and then.

Words

There are phases in one’s life when empowerment of speech becomes the most appreciated gift of God to him and he just seeks acceptance of one last wish, which, according to him, is as important as the gift of speech---the presence of one such person who can listen all his thoughts, all his feelings, all his plans; that too without making any comment, without yielding any solution, without rendering any appreciation, without pointing any flaw. He solely wishes to read all the remarks, solutions, admirations and transgressions through the medium of continuously changing emotions on the face of the silent listener. Those births and deaths of different horizontal lines on the forehead, those narrowings and widenings of the eyes, those frequent changes in the curves traced by the lips of the trusted listener are supposed to generate indispensable, invisible words that the speaker’s eyes can easily decipher. The idea of transferring thoughts from our own mind and heart to someone else’s using audible words as protocol and then deriving response in the form of facial words brings holy peace to mind and soul…Trust me…
It is just a matter of finding one such person! Easier said than done...:)