AS THE YEAR ENDS!

When things are good we don't realise that nothing comes free in this world. Even the breath that we inhale needs us to exhale. If we do not give but only take then we only spoil goodwill and create imbalance. It is very easy to hurt someone, to cause misunderstandings, and to build up reservoirs of resentment which lead to a lot of strained relationships.

One keeps harbouring ill feelings and building up barriers. We seldom talk and clear misunderstandings. Our own thoughts keep on putting up one barrier after another, until we completely move very far away from some people, without there actually being any real reason for building up that barrier. One has to actually forgive and forget. Not forgiving a person for something that may be a misunderstanding,  keeps on hurting us forever, as we keep reminding ourselves of that hurt. We are the ones who harm our own self. The power to attain happiness and move on in life is within our own self. No one hurts me, no one harms me, it is I alone who is responsible. If I clear that misunderstanding within my own self, I will move on free of that burden of pain, and misery.  We have the power to brood over sad thoughts or move on. Moving on is best because a rolling stone gathers no moss!

Dwelling on the past makes us revisit the same old street of pain.  Old hurts need time to heal. Even if a scar remains, at least the hurt has gone.

Forgive and forget is a maxim which has immense depth. It opens up large vistas of freedom from suffering, pain and resentment. I remember the words of my father, who was a great forgiver. He always said "forgive them, because they are ignorant". Then I always used to argue with him, and say why should you forgive? If someone has harmed you, there is no need to forgive that person. Dad would not argue with me but would leave me with that thought. Now, I realise that it is magnanimous to forgive, and we human beings, have great capacity to do what we wish to do. Faith moveth mountains! Have faith in your own self and sure enough you will be able to move that mountain of hatred, venom, grudge, fear and feeling of inadequacy and failure from yourself.

Once free of these incapacitating feelings, one can always find a place of sunshine, happiness and enjoy life, as it is meant to be enjoyed.

SOME CONSTANTS AND SOME FACADES!

The sun comes out every day, bright and beautiful,

The moon is always there cool and calm,

These are a few things which are constants in life.

It is only us mortals who are not permanent.

We live for a short while, some leave a mark on the world,

Others leave a mark on their loved ones,

some simply vanish as fast as they came.

Some hate every moment of their life,

Some savour every minute,

Some have nothing but anger in their hearts,

Some look at the brighter side of life come what may,

Others can see nothing but sorrow in every breath that they take.

Fate, kismat, karma, everything is blamed

The sun, the moon, stars are never thanked for making life beautiful.

The smile of innocence,

The sweetness of a shy stolen glance,

That touch of reassurance,

The fears of being alone, The fear of darkness, the fear of shadows,

The love that children have for their own, good, bad or ugly,

A little child's patient wait for the return of her comforting mother,

The tenderness of the father,

These are moments of joy, these are moments of trust, faith and belief,

When and where do we leave that trusting, belief behind?

When does life become one big never ending journey of doubt, impatience and unhappiness?

FAITH AND EXPLOITATION

THE BANKE BIHARI TEMPLE

Recently I went to Agra and en route we stopped at Vrindavan. Vrindavan was the place where according to legend Krishna spent his youth, in the Dwapar yug. This was the place famous for the Raas Leela. The place is today dotted with temples. Before reaching the parking lot one is stopped with a lot of authority by local pandas. They stop you and offer their services at a small cost. They offer to take you  by the VIP route, and get  darshan of the deity. We spurned off all such offers and took rickshaws to Banke Bihari temple. This is supposed to be the oldest temple in the area. The path was full of people, cattle and rickshaws. On reaching the temple through a decrepit galli, we were asked to remove our shoes. All over the place one could see immense piles of shoes here, there and everywhere. People were walking over the shoes, which were getting thrown in every direction. We managed to locate the proper place marked for keeping shoes and were literally pushed inside the temple by the huge inflow of pilgrims. I did not have to lift my feet at all, I was just pushed in. It was quite scary, as I was trying hard to find a foothold on the floor.

LAMPS LIT IN  THE TEMPLE

Photography was not allowed. The place seemed quite dark; in fact the sanctum was so dark that one could not see the deity at all. There was no arrangement for giving your offering and a lot of people simply threw their flowers etc in the direction of the deity. After that one was simply pushed out by the huge crowd!

I wonder why there is this utter disregard for all those pilgrims who come from long distances to see their idol, pray and get some solace. I am also amazed by the total acceptance of this treatment by the people. No one expects anything more. No one thinks that it could be better managed and the place could be maintained clean. There could be more control of touts who should not be allowed to harass the huge mass of humanity who come here.

It is simply our acceptance of fate that allows a few to take advantage of the voiceless many.

People come with so much faith, yet the pandas do not allow them to look inside and get a proper darshan(view) of the deities.

Vrindavan is also the place where a lot of widows reside. Those who have been thrown out of their homes have traditionally been finding refuge here. 

OFFERINGS FOR THE GODS

What is it then that makes people repeatedly visit these places of pilgrimage?

These places have got into the hands of the pandas who totally exploit the gullibility of the masses.

It has become one huge money making racket. Religion and faith are two weapons in the hands of these Pandas. I sometimes wonder if the biggest atheists are actually all these priests who pose as Pandas! They exploit and do not fear the wrath of the so called God!

MY INCREDIBLE INDIA

School in my village

Incredible India, Beautiful India, God's own Country, Glorious, Amazing, Bewitching, all those lovely adjectives that can be added before "India" are added and we feel so very elated, because it is ours. We belong to this fascinating land. "I am an Indian," I proudly declare.

What lies beneath this thin veneer is almost never seen by us. Us- the people who can read, write and understand. We, who can vote, understand democracy, judiciary, apartheid, communalism, bias, discrimination, colour, race, caste. It is we who refuse to see what constitutes this beautiful, incredible India.

While going in my car to work, or a movie, a party, shopping, visiting, I come across little girls performing acrobatics at the busy road crossings. There are little boys with pencilled moustaches trying to appear like caricatures of grown ups, beating the drum to the accompaniment of which those little girls perform. They perform and run between cars trying to catch whatever we people shell out for that performance. Has it ever struck anyone how many times they risk their lives for a little bit of money to fill their own and perhaps their parents belly? Those little children are hardly three to five years old. Then we loftily talk of child labour??

In my country life is very cheap. There is so much poverty, so little to eat, no house to sleep in and no safe drinking water. What is the safety and security that can be provided to these children? They live their whole lives on the streets!

We do not wish to accept that there is any discrimination. If only we open our eyes and see the discrimination that is practiced everyday in front of our eyes, we will be totally stumped.

How is a woman treated in her own house? I have seen umpteen jokes being passed around which are totally derogatory and in very poor taste. They usually talk about how stupid women are. They are labelled as blond jokes-WHY? Are half the population of the world deserving of such ridicule? Can we not have any regard, and respect for those women who are our mothers, sisters, and daughters? If not yours, they are surely someone else's mother, sister and daughter. Why circulation of those nude titillating pictures? Why? Is that not abject poverty of thought? Is this not discrimination?

We discriminate on the basis of religion, and caste. A Scheduled caste person is never considered meritorious. Even if that person is the topper of a University. When that person gets a job purely on merit, it is said, 'Oh, so and so only made it due to the Reservation policy'. This stigma remains forever.

A Muslim born and brought up in India where his forefathers have lived for generations, is still always looked at with suspicion. How often have we heard it said of them, Why don't they go away to Pakistan? Why should such a thought cross our minds? They have as much right to this land as I of another Religion have. We were born to parents who professed a particular religion. We remain with it without giving it a second thought. Very few people actually convert to a Religion of their choice. Why then should there be discrimination based on Religion? It is simply that we happened to be born into that religion. Why does Religion teach to hate? Why all this talk and revival of talk of The Taj being a Hindu Temple? In fact of every monument in India being originally belonging to the Hindus. The pattern, architecture, age seems to elude the reasoning of most people. Even if we accept that all Muslim shrines are built on earlier Hindu temples, the question is what was the temple built on? Before the revival of Hinduism the Religion which flourished in India was Buddhism. Were these temples then built on Buddhist temples? Was not Varanasi developed to overshadow the great Sarnath-where Buddha preached his first sermon?Has the Buddhist temple at Bodhgaya not been usurped by the Hindus? In fact has Buddha himself not been snatched into the Hindu fold by calling him as the 9th incarnation of Vishnu?

Poverty is so rampant in this vast land that it pains to see the real picture of India. We were appalled to see the real side of childhood and slums shown in the movie Slum dog Millionaire. Do we not know that it really exists? We only wish to turn a blind eye and look cosily at that lovely poster of Kashmir and Kanya kumari and say, "Oh how beautiful is my land". How about all those who inhabit that land. Those who have to struggle for a single square meal, who have to Queue up for hours to use the public toilet facilities, or to fill drinking water. Running after buses which never stop on the Stop line. People with disability, get no help. Travelling in public transport is an impossible thought.

Poverty, illiteracy, hunger, undernourished children, malnutrition, rampant dishonesty are our traits. Those are what we cover, what we refuse to see. We only look at the facade and care not for the vast majority of this land. They all have a right to thais land, to the produce of this land. They belong here and we are not sharing what they should get. A handful have enough and more than enough to throw left, right and centre.

I feel disturbed when I hear people like Baba Ramdev talking of an Akhand Bharat and a Hindu Rashtra. What are they trying to preach? Can we erase the past? Can we simply wipe out hundreds of years of being subjugated to external powers who have actually made a difference to us. Why can we not accept that we were ruled as we were not capable of ruling. Outsiders came, conquered and ruled. Are the original inhabitants of India not to be blamed for not being able to defend themselves against foreign powers? Anyone who conquers will surely influence the country which it subjugates. We have imbibed a lot from the culture that came in. We have benifitted by the architecture, language, literature, art, music. It has all amalgamated and all of us of all caste and religion form this India.

When we are proud to declare that we are Indians please remember all those others who are also Indians and suffer silently, as they do not have the means or strength to protest.

Do your bit, please think about the street children, that ill treated person in your own home, your domestic help or your own old relatives. 

Be proud to be Indian but also help others also be proud of their own India!! 

MYTH OR MITHYA?

When civilisation began and human beings started grouping together to form communities, people having similar interests and living in close proximity began to define codes for carrying out their day to day life. These were simple rules so that each could pursue life without causing harm or discomfort to another. As the number of people following these set of rules grew, an administrator to teach the rules and also punish the one who broke the rules got introduced. Soon this person would take on the role of being superior by virtue of his authority. The rules got codified and punishments became stringent. The all powerful authority could terrorise the others in the community as they had the power to punish.

Different communities in different areas all got their own leaders. Soon these Administrators became omnipotent and then the pathway to one person being the Superior and all others becoming his subjects was open. To perpetrate their power these people had to instill fear in the minds of the subjects or else there was the possibility of the subjects becoming a critical mass and over turning the rule of the Superior. Fear of the unknown, or a power beyond common comprehension was introduced. This higher superior power could do anything. Bring a plague, cure the sick, punish an infidel, and so on and so forth. That was the word spread-what actually happened is best left to one's imagination, because imagination is all that was required. Fear of the unknown is only because of our own imagination. Our fertile minds go to any extant to visualise what could happen-therefore the fear. The best way to avoid reaching the culmination of our own imagination is to keep far away from that which could incur wrath of that omnipotent authority-which actually was only a figment of our imagination.

When a child does not listen to his mother, the mother always says,"wait till papa gets home, he will deal with you" This is enough to make the child obey as he simply imagines that his papa will surely find a way of punishing him. In actual fact it is common knowledge that mothers are usually more effective in dealing with their children, and are also more strict and do not really need any external factor to help her discipline her children. All that she does is try to instill a fear in the mind of her children. Fear is the factor which helps her. Fear is what makes her more powerful. Fear gets results.

That is the power of fear, which has been used unscrupulously by those who could make others scared of them. They became the religious leaders, they preached religion. They created a superior power who was given unimaginable power. The myth of creation, the myth of being omnipresent and the myth of granting a wish was given to this mythological character. No one tries to analyse why all these religious stories are called mythology. Myth in English and "mithya "in Hindi means one and the same thing!!Think, please think, and analyse. Why do we have to simply follow whatever is preached to us? Can we not pause to ponder and then keep an open mind? Is it not fear of the unknown which makes us follow religious rituals? We human beings who have the most intelligent brains, who have the power of reasoning and thinking-why have we relegated our thinking faculties when it comes to the thought of God?