No Country for Laughing Women

I remember growing up in the 90s when there was no talk on feminism. I don't think that word even existed then. There was never any talk about equality or equal rights between male and female in the newspapers or tv media. EQUALITY!!?? really I was never made to think that way. I didn't realise that men and women could be equal. I have always seen it in society where men were above women and it was the norm. And women having choices? No way was that even possible. Really??!! I mean we had the right to choose what we want. I didn't know that. Social media didn't exist then so there was no easier way to put across your opinion about equality or choices.

As years passed by and I grew up to be a teenager I turned out to be an introvert girl, shy, and never spoke to anybody, but my mind was raging with thoughts. I don't think anybody took me seriously as a person. Neither my parents, nor my teachers or even my classmates. I felt dejected all the time. To top it all I was a girl so I don't think it mattered if my mental health was being affected. I grew up being depressed and anxious all the time and this carries on even till today.

I went to college and had another problem to deal with, the hostel rules (only applied to girls). It felt like living in a cage. You can't do this. You can't do that. Blah blah rules. It suppressed us physically but at the same time it killed new thoughts and ideas. The anxiety and depression grew inside me.

Being a science student and then moving on to work in the science field and knowing about menstruation was quite common. Of course we all studied about it in school. I mean what's the big deal. The more I tried to be open minded and normal about it the more others would make it look embarrassing. So what wrong did I say. Did I abuse anybody? Well I don't think so.

But with the introduction of social media to our society and people being vocal about their thoughts in a good way. This topic has become popular among the youth but is the old generation willing to change too. Are they ready to change and not force their kin to succumb to living the old ways. Maybe it is, but it will take so long that by then the old generation would be wiped out and the new generation would follow their footsteps. We are always evolving and we need to evolve not only physically but mentally too so that we can create a society where women can laugh and be who they want to be. 

The Last Man

I was listening to the soundtrack from the movie "The Fountain" called "The Last Man" and it made me wonder what would it feel like to be the last man on Earth. As much as the movie is thought provoking the music takes you to a different world. It made me ponder over a situation where I witnessed the world succumb to death and destruction only to leave one man standing. Looking around at all the destruction, all Nature was against him. He was at his weakest point in his life and he had to make two choices.

His choices would either get dragged into the black hole of isolation or find solitude. His life was a new canvas on which he could paint whatever he felt like. Just like our lives, we come across situations where we bend down to the lowest point of our lives and we are left with two choices. At that moment whatever decision we make changes the course of our lives. And just like that every situation presents you with a canvas to paint on, your life turns out to be like the painting you present to the world.

"Celebrating" Death - II

P.S. Please read part I

Samar: Damn it. This car had to break down now and that to in the middle of the highway. It's so hot today and there doesn't seem to be a petrol pump station anywhere close by. Maybe I should walk for a while, hopefully I will find someone who can give me a lift.

Samar walks for a while.

Samar: This place is so isolated. It feels strange. Haven't seen a single human here or a car pass by. This place never felt this quiet before.

Samar sees a figure at a distance and walks towards it.

Samar: Hey!

He notices that it's a young boy.

Samar: Hey Chotu. Stop! I need help. Do you know where I can get help? My car broke down.

The young boy stares back at him with a blank expression.

Samar: Hello! Can you hear me? What are you looking at?

Young boy indicates Samar to follow him into the jungle.

Samar: Where?? There? To the jungle? Are you sure?

Young boy nods his head. Samar looks back at his car and decides to follow him.

Samar: Hmm. Looks like I don't have an option.

Perfect Partners

I remember growing up as a teenager and a young adult watching movies where people were perfect. They behaved perfectly, talked perfectly, and most importantly they all looked perfect. I grew up to believe that such people exist in real life but little did I realise that such people were not real. Well I haven't met perfect people.

When people talk about finding their soulmate, their perfect partner I always wondered where will they find such people and what is this fixation with perfection? Are we so insecure about our imperfections that we look outside for perfections instead of fixing ourselves. Through the years movies have influenced our minds in a pursuit to find perfect people and which we obviously don't find in the real world so we start imagining it ourselves. But have we ever wondered how this shifts us away from reality? We build a creative, amazing and imaginary world of people that are good to us but in reality we are all grey. It puts pressure on us that we are expected to be perfect to the people around us and we expect the same from others. But this doesn't happen as what we had imagined. We have a little bit of good and bad, we feel angry and jealous and at the same time we are kind and generous. But does that really change our perspective towards perfection?

The term is so ingrained in us that we feel unhappy when we look around us. When individuals begin to uncondition their minds that maybe the term perfection will not haunt the society. Let us all be imperfects. The natural world isn't perfect either owing to the pathogens that exist around us.

Changing Colours

"Change" a neutral word classified as either positive or negative.  Weather changes whether it's good or bad, people change whether its' for the good or worse. Change is engraved so deeply in nature that it occurs every moment whether we realize it or not. What does change really mean to us and why are people so afraid of change? Does change mean adjustment? The environment around us is always changing but we are afraid to adapt. Our mind has conditioned us to live the same kind of life that we don't want to drag ourselves out of it. Just like a child who cries on the first day of his school. Apprehensive on the first day of college and nervous on the first day of his job. Sadness to apprehensiveness to nervousness all three transitions represent negative connotations. Through out life we grow up to believe that change is difficult and this results in negativity. But positive changes come in after all the negativity has disappeared in the initial changes and by then you settle down in your new environment. But why are we conditioned to look at the initial phases of change in a negative way?  It's probably our mind and consciousness in a constant tussle trying to push each other down. Maybe you understand what I am trying to relate to.

What if Change was represented by a color? We see that happen in changing weathers through out the year, whether it's summer or spring or autumn or winter. We see colors changing around us. Just like the different colors that exist in nature at different wavelengths what if those colors represented change. Transitions from positive to  negative or vice versa could be represented by a color or just like the metamorphosis of a caterpillar into a butterfly. If each second of transition was represented by a color. So change is not classified as either positive or negative as people usually talk about it. It is a continuous transition of colors on a scale,  just like our conscious and mind tussling with each other forming a combination of different colors.

Drug slaves

I recently watched a movie called "Udta Punjab" which showcased the plight of the youth in Punjab getting high on drugs. The movie opened my eyes to a real situation which I wasn't aware of till I watched it. I have watched other documentaries in the past on people in America and Europe succumb to the power of drugs which literally convert them into slaves and the situation in India is no different. In one of the documentaries I saw the story of a girl who was forced into prostitution by her mother at the age of 12 so that her mother could fulfill her needs for drugs and which made her daughter addicted to drugs too. It sent chills down my spine. The problem doesn't only lie with the youth but it is also a parents problem too. Children look up to to their parents and get caught up in all this chaos along with them and their world goes spiraling down at a young age which is sad.

The drugs business being a billion dollar business has given rise to so much demand that there is no stopping unless the youth stops taking it. The main reasons I have observed were unemployment, broken homes which lead to depression and then a path towards crime and drugs. It's like a virus which reproduces to form more viruses leading to death of the host which are the people. When I ponder on this subject and think about those millions who don't have resources and facilities to live a good life, there are people who waste them away in drugs.

An idle mind is a devil's workshop idiom fits into this scenario and being in any form of slavery pulls you further away from reality and your existence and achievements. Whether you are rich or poor don't puff your life away in that powdered smoke. 

Brain Maze Corporation

Zoplicone: Welcome to Brain Maze Corporation.
Aisha: Where am I? and who are you?
Zoplicone: To answer your first question. You are in your head. And for the second question. Let me introduce myself. I am Zoplicone, your controller. You are here because of me. But don't worry I am not going to hurt you. We are going to play a game, a crazy game for my friends.
Aisha: What? What game?
Zoplicone: Oh don't worry it's simple. It's just that my friends here were bored so we decided to have some fun you see.
Aisha: I want to get out of here.
Zoplicone: No you can't. The only way you can get out is if you finish the game.
Aisha: But I don't want to play this stupid game of yours.
Zoplicone: You have to and you will.
Aisha: Ohhh. Ok what do I have to do.
Zoplicone: Ok great!!! Hey Zaleplom, Zolpidem guess what she agreed to play the game. Hahahah. This will be fun.
Aisha: What!! Is this some joke. If I am in my head I just need to wake up right and then everything will be fine.
Zoplicone: Ok this kid doesn't know anything. Didn't I tell you I am your boss. I control you. You can't wake up till you complete the "stupid" game.
Aisha: Fine!! What do I have to do?
Zoplicone: You have to pass various levels to finish the game. Each door that you come across will lead you to a room which has all your memories good or bad. You fight them or enjoy them, it's upto you. But remember each memory you come across is a problem to be solved and you can't stay in that room for long or else you will be locked. So you have to be as quick as possible.
Aisha: Ok! So how do I know when is the game completed.
Zoplicone: Your last level is going to be your biggest fear.
Aisha: My biggest fear? Really?
Zoplicone: Ya. Hidden somewhere deep down in the core. So are you up for it.
Aisha: I don't know. I am not sure about this. This seems like a lie.
Zoplicone: Ya. I have heard that from everyone who participates in this game.
Aisha: Everyone?
Zoplicone: Ya of course. There were many people before you. We are everywhere. We are a corporation. People are scared to meet their worst fear, but we enjoy it.
Aisha: But you have left me with no choice here.
Zoplicone: You get choices in your world but not in our world. You are a slave here. So, are you ready?

Let's elope

Romeo:Let's elope.

Juliet: Elope and go where?

Romeo: Somewhere far away where nobody can see us, nobody can find us.

Juliet: No. I am scared.

Romeo: You don't need to be scared. I am here with you.

Juliet: What if somebody finds us. There is only darkness outside. We will loose our path, ourselves in it.

Romeo: No. Trust me. Just come with me. It's only that thin layer of fear in your head that you need to break and everything is going to be fine.

Juliet: No, I can't do this. Please leave me.

Romeo: Ok. Stop crying.

Juliet: I don't think this is a good idea. What about our families. I love your freedom but I am scared of the consequences.

Romeo: They have not accepted us together and probably never will. So why do you think about them. Just come with me and loose yourself in freedom. There are many times where we loose out on opportunities because of fear and this is one such time. I don't want you to hold yourself back and regret it later. So let's elope.

"Celebrating" Death - I

Sandhya: What are you looking at?
Samar :You. And thinking about how lucky I am.
Sandhya: Oh really!
Samar: Ya. I don't know what I would do without you.
Sandhya: And what if I was not with you.
Samar: What do you mean?
Sandhya: I mean if something happened to me. Then?
Samar: Don't ever say that ok.
Sandhya: Ok come on. Let's see what are the odds that I will survive.
Samar: I know you will survive. We have got the best doctors to treat you. Come on let's get ready, you have an appointment today and we are getting late.
Sandhya: Why are you changing the topic?
Samar: I am not. We are getting late.
Sandhya: Alright don't push me. I will fall off the bed. 
Samar: And I will hold you.

Poorva: Bhaiya (Brother) have you had your breakfast?
Samar: Not yet.
Poorva: It's there on the table.
Samar: Poorva please leave me alone.
Poorva: Ok. But mom and dad want to talk to you.
Samar: About what?
Poorva: I don't know. I just overheard their conversation.
Samar: Ok now leave the room. I want to be left alone.
Mr. Shah: Samar
Samar: Yes dad.
Mr. Shah: Your mom and I want to talk to you about something.
Samar: About what?
Mrs. Shah: About your attitude. We are all very sad about Sandhya's death and we all did what we could, but it's been six months dear. You have got to get over it.
Mr. Shah: Your mom is right. We all know it's difficult but we all have to face it.
Samar: What do you want me to do? I have tried so hard to get over it but I fail everyday. Nothing matters anymore. Sandhya was everything to me and now she has gone in a heart beat. Life is over for me. I don't have anything to live for. I feel so suffocated here in this world.
Mr. Shah: You need a break son. Why don't you go to Rakesh uncle's house for a few days and relax.
Samar: You know what. You guys will never understand the pain I am going through. All I need to do is get out of this house and out of your lives. That's what I need.
Mrs. Shah: Calm down and don't talk to your dad like this.
Samar: I am out and I am never going to come back again.

A thousand dreams and more to come - I

The scorching heat spread through the Desert landscape as Man struggled to survive. Caught in the middle of the Desert he didn't know what he was doing here. He looked around to see only to find the Desert adorned with shrubs, cacti and its natural habitats who scurried to escape from the harsh heat of the Sun. His black robe and headgear did not help in surviving the heat as it penetrated to his skin burning him. His throat was parched and his lips were dry. The Sun watched over him unapologetically as his energy was sapped away.  His feet sinking into the sand made it difficult for him to walk and his body slowly started giving way. All he wanted was water to survive. His mind fought with his body and the internal conflict made it even more difficult for Man to live. As he made his way into the Desert he notice a pool of water from a distance. Covering his eyes from the light he could see the oasis clearly, he knew he would survive now, but only if he reaches his target. And there was hope existing, he was hopeful that this ordeal will end soon.

Man was excited with each passing minute that he would survive as he walked towards the oasis. His excitement built up as he thought about what water would taste like once he drinks it and that what relief would feel like. He was desperate and he needed it at any cost. Although his Body had turned weak his Mind gave him strength to force his way. The Sun followed him from the sky wherever he went, discouraging him and forcing him to stop. But Man did not listen and followed his Mind. As he drew closer to the oasis he noticed something was wrong. The truth behold in front of his eyes. His mind grew with fear and his heart sank down only to see that there was no oasis. It was all a lie. He stood there devastated. He walked for miles only to find out that this was the end. Sun jeered at Man for not listening to him and threw pangs of heat at Man only to boast of his great intelligence. Man sat on his knees not giving up on his quest to find water, his only hope for survival.  He brushed the sand away digging deeper and deeper but his energy was wasted. He sat there feeling tired,  his Mind had also given up hope just as his Body had. His body dehydrating every second as he looked around the Desert for a Miracle. Yes, now only a Miracle could save his life.

The Desert was as barren as it could be with no sign of a Miracle. Helplessly looking at Man and witnessing his struggle for existence, the silent witness could not do anything and was ashamed at how unfortunate he was in not being able to help Man. Man was helpless himself, his inner conflict of Body and Mind did not help him in anyway to survive. As he sat there staring into oblivion his Body and Mind gave up. These were the last few moments of his survival and he had lost all hope, when at a distance he noticed a figure. His hope awoke looking at the figure. Man begged his Mind and Body to stay alert for a little while longer. Mind agreed but Body refused. Body had been tortured and humiliated by the Sun. He couldn't go any further. The inner conflict began again. Man struggled to concentrate on the figure coming towards him. He wanted to shout and wave his hands but Body wouldn't allow that. Man and Mind tried to explain to him the gravity of the situation when finally Body agreed for just one last time.

The figure was walking towards Man and Man was hopeful to grab his attention before Mind and Body both shut off. He struggled to get up and stand on his feet and pushed his arms in the air to wave at the Miracle coming towards him. It had been only a few moments when Body said, "Enough I cannot do this anymore." and Man fell on the sand. His Mind shut off and his Body relaxed on the blanket of sand. A strange silence surrounded the Desert when suddenly a sand storm began. The Sun feared as the clouds came towards him to cover the sky, shrubs braved their way as the wind tried to uproot them and scorpions and desert lizards and snakes hid in their homes. All fearing the army of clouds that had suddenly covered the sky.

Man lied there on the sand as the wind blew covering him as if it was protecting him. It felt sorry for Man and apologised for not being there for him when he needed it the most. But Man did not respond, his Mind was lost in darkness. The Desert continued to live his life as usual after having witnessed  another Man failing to survive.

When time stood still.....

Who are you? What are you doing here?

I am here to help you.

Why do you want to help me? I am all alone now. I have nothing left. My close ones have abandoned me, then why would you speak to me? But who are you? You haven't answered my question. Why can't I see you?

You cannot see me. Nobody can see me, they can only feel me. My energy is omnipresent. Forget the past because you cannot change it. Don't worry about the future because you can't control it. All you can do is live in the present and at present I am talking to you, so listen because this moment will not come back again. You took care of me, you tried to control me, you made a living out of me but all that was a lie. You thought that I spoke to you but that wasn't me, that was only an image of me, an illusion. I am bigger than the universe. I am a nobody but yet I am somebody. Now I am here to speak to you.

You were a time repairer and I am time. You role is over but I will move on. What you repaired wasn't me but my facade. Nobody can repair me, I am always moving. I have no gender, no emotions, no dreams and aspirations. I have come here to tell you to move on. Don't lament on your past, to waste your future, you will loose out on what you could have achieved.

I have stood still now in your mind but nobody knows where I will be the next moment. Seize me wherever I go and you will succeed.

Closure

Mohit: You're back?

Reena: Yeah.

Mohit: Where were you?

Reena: Had to get work done?

Mohit: Oh really!!

Reena: Yes!! Really!! Will you stop interrogating me like I am a criminal.

Mohit: Fine I won't. I need you to help me get into bed.

Reena: Why? Where's Naina?

Mohit: She left early today. She had something. I don't know. I wasn't paying attention.

Reena: Hmm. This is the fourth time it's happening. I will speak to her tomorrow.

Mohit: Alright! but first help me get into bed.

Reena: Yeah, Yeah I am coming.

Mohit: Lift me up slowly and don't pull my arm.

Reena: Yeah I know. Don't worry I won't. Umm. I need to tell you something.

Mohit: Don't! I know.

Reena: You do?

Mohit: Yes.

Reena: But how?

Mohit: What do you think? I sit on a chair the whole day and I don't know what's happening in your life. Anyway I don't care.

Reena: You don't ?

Mohit: No, because I trust you.

Reena: I am sorry.

Mohit: Don't apologize. You are young, beautiful and impulsive. I don't blame you. I know you were looking for freedom, but that's not freedom. Imagine how I feel. Sitting on the chair the whole day. I have found my freedom here and I am living with it.

Reena: But are you happy?

Mohit: Do you think I have a choice? But the choice is yours now. What do you want? Infinity in your home or superficial finiteness which you found outside. I don't know what you want or what your decision will be, but all I know is that I love you.

The Delusional Liaison

Akshay: Why are you here?

Reena: I don't know. I just wanted to be with you.

Akshay: Aren't you married? You shouldn't be here. Go back home.

Reena: But why are you talking to me like this?

Akshay: I am, because Mohit needs you. He's waiting for you. Don't abandon him like this. If you had told me about your marriage earlier then we wouldn't be here talking about this.

Reena: I didn't tell you because I didn't want to loose your trust. I didn't want to loose you. Being with you felt different. I never feel like this when I am with Mohit. I feel like Mohit doesn't love me anymore.

Akshay: But do you love him?

Reena: I don't know. I don't know.

Akshay: Well then you should find out. You feel this way about me because Mohit cannot give you the same comfort and happiness that I gave you. He feels disappointed and he is scared to loose you. But when I found out about your past I felt terrible about myself. I had never imagined this and I feel it's time to move on. We should part ways.

Reena: What happens between me and Mohit is none of your business, alright and you don't need to jump to conclusions here.

Akshay: Ok, calm down and listen to me. Go back home and speak to him and tell him the truth. Don't be scared and tell him the truth.

Reena: What? So you are leaving me. This is over.

Akshay: Yes. This is over. It was never meant to happen. We were both delusional about ourselves in this relationship. I have realized it and I want you to realize it too.

The Illicit Clown

Society pushed me around like a trash bag but I still make people smile. Nobody made me smile when I was a child but I still make children laugh. I don't know my dad and my mother abandoned me, I roamed around the streets like a bastard child. I now work in a circus where I help people forget their worries even though those were the same people that abused and kicked me around when I was a nobody.

But I have no regrets now because I am a clown, I have my own identity in this world.

Sometimes alcohol consumes me and the lines between me and my persona become blur. I become a vicious and vengeful clown that wants to hurt and harm people in my imagination. I suppress it and push it aside to the back of my head, but the thought of it ever being realized scares me.

Sweet tears of joy run down people's faces but mine are filled with sadness and sorrow when I take off my veil. The facade that makes people laugh has a dejected man behind it and I cannot tell the world my story because then people will shun me.

Alas I continue to make people laugh, find my happiness in their happiness till the day I die and find another character to play.

The Forgotten Kind

I often wondered how does it feel to be an outcast in a backward and poor society. Being abused on a daily basis and still fighting for existence. I recently watched a documentary on the plight of transgenders in Pakistan and my heart went out to those who participated in the documentary and millions of others who are struggling to survive each day of their lives.

Living in fear of being beaten and raped, not knowing when they would be killed, I also got to see the other side of their personality, and that is their humanity. Just like any of us, they voiced their desires, ambitions and love stories which made them belong to the society and this world as much as we are a part of. Looking at the current scenario it is sad that we have not been able to treat women as equally as men let on allow transgenders to fit into the society. It looks like everybody is scrambling for space in this world trying to establish their existence but we are not ready to embrace each other and make it part of us, we are only fighting it. We are yet to evolve ourselves as human beings.

When I look at the big picture, the enormous world and the diversity of people that exist, the languages we speak, the food we eat, it all seems like a part of a plan to let humans shoulder and embrace each other the way they are. Because when you learn to accept people without judgment then you learn to speak their language, eat their food and hence understand the importance of their existence. So let's hope for a better world filled with peace and harmony.


P.S. In case you are interested in watching the documentary the link is https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=cvehhXaFh8U

Confessions of an actor

What makes you tick? What propels you to act? 

I don't know. I have never been able to answer that question. I just love it. I love doing what I am doing. It's similar to falling in love I guess. Why do people fall in love? Nobody has been able to answer that question, so maybe this is why I don't know what pushes me to act. It's art, pure art, to be able to enact somebody else's life whether it's fictional or non fictional. I want to hide behind it.

Behind what?

The mask.

I feel safe there. I feel that nobody can touch me or hurt me. The person behind this mask is a scared human being. I have lived a life filled with remorse, fear, insecurities and I want to run away from them. The characters I play give me a relief that I am alive. I can be a lover and a bandit and I can do it with much bravery and passion than I would live my real life. This is what keeps me alive or else I would have been dead.

Oh!

The lights, the costumes, the sets, the people, the stories all amalgamate to form a moment that feels real, that is true.It's like all negatives combine together to make a positive.

You know good actors have to be good observers. What do you think?  Enacting a
beggar, or your neighbor, or your colleague,their every move, their every gait comes from observation.

[Sigh]

Sometimes I wish I could be invisible.

Why is that?

So that I can stand in the corner and just look at people. Look at how they behave. How they act and react. Maybe this is what life is all about. You act and the world reacts and if you are great at acting, the world reacts greatly.

Through the looking window

Through the looking window, into the open world. A vista that connects our eyes into a world of hopes and opportunities. Our desires are infinite but the world is finite. Our eyes can only see what it is able to see but the mind is infinite and develops a myriad of pictures. We imagine and hope we see the same in the world we witnessed through the vista. We push and push to achieve the infinite in this finite world, hoping that one day the volcano will erupt and everything will work the way we want it to. The lava of our desires will spread and turn to what we want to see and not what it is. But is that what we want?

The lava will one day cool down and become solid and then nothing can be changed and the heat of our desires will not matter anymore. We realize that how much ever we push and push nothing will change. And we exhaust ourselves. Our bodies and minds are exhausted. We remain in solitude for days and days till our minds and bodies come to rest and the sudden realization strikes us. We realize that the vista never showed us the real world. It only showed us the picture of the finite world not the infinite one. We missed out on all the real opportunities and pushed and pushed for the opportunities that never existed. And when we look at the larger picture we realize how big the universe is. The vista doesn't matter anymore all that matters is us our understanding of the world through our eyes, that finite doesn't last forever, it is only the infinite which is who we are and truly want to become eternally.

Order in Chaos

As an observer I feel we are these pockets of energy moving around the Universe and as physics puts it, energy can neither be created nor destroyed it can only be transferred from one form to another. Keeping that notion in mind I don't believe in the concept of God that created the Universe. It is just Man who has created this concept because he needed a start and an end to a story. Very mechanical, I must say. Just like when we draw a circle on paper we start at a reference point and end at a point, but that was needed because we needed to draw a circle. When we look at the circle from afar we see that the start and end point have dissolved and all that remains is the circle that goes round and round with no end and no start. So then how do we conclude who created the Universe and who will destroy it? With no start and no end, this circle is just like energy being transferred from one being to another to do work, to keep the cycle moving round and round to infinity. So is the concept of the Universe being God's creation just a way to adjust our lives in this finite world we have created for ourselves and if that is not the case then what is the actual Truth?

When I observe Nature I find order in chaos. There are no perfect shapes and sizes, there are no set of rules and orders written down and most importantly there is no authority. But even then Nature follows the day to day chores very precisely. There is nobody to tell the sun when to rise and set, there is nobody to tell the ant where he needs to build his house. For the lion killing the deer, the caterpillar turning into a butterfly or for the bees picking up nectar from the flowers is all Truth. The workings move round and round in circles just like we drew on the paper but this time there is no reference point. No start and end and no mechanical nature but still there is form, structure and more importantly order. This is their basic Nature and it forms the Ultimate Truth.

Humans too are part of Nature and are also very much part of this order in chaos. From time and again Man has given into and bred emotions such as fear, insecurities, anger, hatred and jealousy that it has shifted away from its true Nature. With its conscious mind Man wants to achieve power and with power comes fear and with fear comes violence. Man has created the concept of authority to rule over him, breeding more fear and more violence. It has come to spoon feed himself on knowing what the Truth is and is trying to find order in order. Order in order is like taking a ruler and pencil and trying to draw a perfect rectangle, or a square, or a triangle but, you will never achieve that perfection because, there is no such thing as a perfect shape. It is like a magnet when like poles repel.  The mind is so attached to this superficial, materialistic, artificial maze that we need a guiding force to show us the way. But can somebody tell us what to do or not to? Is there anybody as God to show us the way? If we were left all alone in that maze then do we have the power to find our way out? If Nature can do it then so can we if we consider ourselves as part of Nature.

With time we have distanced ourselves so much from the basics that now we think from top to bottom and not from bottom to top. But there is hope that one day Man will let go of superficiality and look inside out and not outside in.