Collapse of Will

Sadness of emotional loss, anger of being careless, shame of being the victim and curse of being the chosen one... distorted the will and reshaped the question of life "Why Me?" a question everyone has in its most unanswered fashion.


THE ANSWER IS


Chinese philosophic Confucius once said "Every human being adds some knowledge worth knowing for mankind" I cheers his thought by a comment "Make it Large!"

This blog is a forced compulsion of my intrinsic neural reactions. Last 24 hours were very extra ordinary to me. I listened to some great poets of Hindi and Urdu in night. Participated in March Past of Hindu RSS group. The third is very personal i.e. lost my dear wallet in middle of the same march-past. Out of three non-ordinary incidents, the last one was against my will. Painful too because it was having something very-very dear to me for which I will repent to the whole of my life.

Their are only two language in mankind 'Maths' & 'Music' rest all are the subsets and classifications. Poetry is one  such language having penetrating effect for those who can understand it. Yesterday in the poetry function, I learnt many things which I couldn't have learned in my classrooms. The best which I can mention here is 

"Either Get the Chance or Get the Way"  
To do anything in life, you have to begin and you have to believe that you can reach to the destiny. Everything else is either a lesson, a task or a exam of your will. This means if you have a will to challenge the system you dislike than you have two option i.e. either you gracefully ask for the opportunity or make your own way for having the one. Doing this is not a big loss, because the opportunity cost of  not doing so is neither promising nor payable. you either can peacefully turn blind and keep on cursing the self or become bold enough to raise the bar by unsettling your personal space to get harmony in inner space. Option two is the option of rebellions nonetheless on the earth crowded by nearly 7 billion humans, we have rare options to make a difference. India is a country where the possibility of being rebellion becomes more higher! Yes... Youngest middle class India can easily source normal life by paying EMI's for every joyce of life but what is still left to have is 'sense of uniqueness' this tender age is hungry of... 

"Discipline of learning" 
I returned from poetry session at 5:00Am morning, did some Facebook chorus and retired for an hour. I was due for a meeting with the people of RSS at 7:00Am. While learning MBA and Corporate I never got see that anyone can request you to do certain actions for no benefits of him but just a request to Mr. Dheraj forced him call me 13 times in my phone to awake me just on time. This was amazing for me to see that self-less services exists till date in India. There I got the training of March Past from an 86 years old man. He was lean, old and weak but so much determined to bring perfection in our performance that he kept us practicing till we delivered up to his expectation. Human brain never stops working, so is true with mine, while performing his orders, I was thinking what on earth motivates him to train us so passionately when he can happily stay back home and enjoy his old age. I learned discipline, determination and perfection on the delivery of a pride of RSS that is March-Past. 

"Loss, Grief and collapse of Will"


My 6th sense warned me of keeping my wallet casually unsafe in my Kurta but hangover of a movie called "The Secret" turned me ignorant. A big nose of considering myself too smart led me to over confidence at the session. While march-past, I was feeling as if I am in exhibition of myself. As if I am a zoo species and people passingby or at the balcony are the zoo visitors, I began trying more perfect in the march to pretend that I am in it by my wish and will. The good thing was, after a night awakening and on the day of Bapu's and Shastri ji's birthday... I got to see the collage of India. I walked through posh villas, temples, churches, mud roads, wide roads... poor men shelters, houses weeds  and parked Mercedes. I was so much into the thoughts of mine that I never realized that where it fallen!!

A person, who was mentally planning to eradicate poor living style, double standard school education and pathetic Infrastructure of this country, is now sank in the grief of a loss. An emotional loss indeed. A special currency note, a very small pocket diary, few rare and only photographs. It turned everything blue around. Sunday, backed by a sleepless Saturday was rigidly planned for a Para-Sailing, Snooker, Office work, Mhow Drive, Novel's editing and Ph.D writing!!! Uf! I sank to my bed only to recall that it is all emptied.... 

Sadness of emotional loss, anger of being careless, shame of being the victim and curse of being the chosen one... distorted the will and reshaped the question of life "Why Me?" a question everyone has in its most unanswered fashion.

2 comments:

Rahul Patil said...

Sometimes Life became cruel, very very harsh & we only repeatedly ask to god and our inner self 'WHY ME?'. There are some people/things or memories, we cannot forget, some of those we lost by the will of all mighty and some of those we lost because of our carelessness & its really hard to experience the later one.

Rahul Patil said...

Sometimes Life became cruel, very very harsh & we only repeatedly ask to god and our inner self 'WHY ME?'. There are some people/things or memories, we cannot forget, some of those we lost by the will of all mighty and some of those we lost because of our carelessness & its really hard to experience the later one.