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.