Me, Mine, Myself part of life...

No creature in the world can compete with humans when it comes to calling something 'mine'. Even a small child is taught to call toys his own and at the same time he is taught to learn sharing. Poor child takes years to understand what his elders meant and by the time he learns sharing, he is grown too big to even tell his dad that he has a girlfriend.

A friend of mine decided to start a blog where four of people would be writing and sharing our ideas. It died down in a flick of time and he went mad, when we all started asking him how to differentiate between 'our personal' blog and 'shared blog. We all felt threatened by the public nature of it. And, thus the decision was taken to bury the idea and carry on with our personal blogs.

It was not only this, it was basically our failure to identify our writings as personal, creative and thoughts. Frankly speaking, all of it is personal as far as it comes from one individual....and if one writes it on the blog then nothing is private!

But yes, it does give a good feeling to know that we have a space where only 'i' write (even if it is once in six months). Same is the case with our lives. We love to know that we have a life, even if we are wasting it. Inspite of being taught several times the concept of 'sharing' , we go on living our own way with indifferent nature ever increasing.

The net result is....no matter how liberal minded we are...we do want to live in our own little compartment, in our own way...and yes no sharing!

'Your mind is like a parachute. It only works if it is open' --Anthony J. D΄Angelo

It takes us only a few moments to develop a perception about each and everything around us. And then, it is so tough to change it or even bend it a little. This is how radicals work. I was always amused by radicals, but now seem to be realising that they are dangerous not to themselves but to those who lend ears to them. They box our brains to such an extent that we echo only what we hear from them. In that case, they must be called bullies. Be it friends, profesors, politicians or religeous leaders, one need not be so influenced by them that there is no space left for alternative thinking.

An overall look at a thing is always better and gives us the wholesome idea. But a limited view and strongly holding on to that limited knowledge is definitely dangerous for us.

I believe, more than anyhting it is very very and very very important to have an alternative thinking before we develop a strong idea. Half of the actions and reactions by us will be calmer and patient, if we get into the habit of alternative thinking.

We need to do our part of research before we agree to the masters of a school of thought. Why to be a copycat, when we can open our parachute and glide the way we want to.

Just to make the brain numb, we make communites and states and live like 'a community'. Its high time that we disjoint ourselves from such labels and live as 'individual' and re-think what we never lend a thought to.

Hell breaks loose

Hell breaks loose, the rivers are a stream of thick blood
I stand on stones near riverside,
They are the skulls of young ones.

The land shakes with fear,
The wind screams to the heaven,
I stand alone in middle of barren land,
Far away i see a caravan

With bare feet, i crawl upto them
To my shock, they are all torn faces with blood clots
I see inside their eye sockets

To my fear, I see the holy ghost
Telling me: " Dont mistake theeself as a poorman for thee has just seen the paradise on earth, Kashmir! "

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This is what comes to my mind, when i try to visualise the valley. The so-called paradise has become hell and is haunted by the cries of innocent who die innocent deaths each day.

i wish i was a punk rocker with the flowers in my hair....

How often do we think that we should have been born in some other era, some other place and as someone else. With innocent people dying unwanted death, questions echo in my brain. Am i right for the occasion? Am i capable of bringing any stop to the blooshed? Am i born at the wrong time when the whole world is going into flames?

The answer is simple...There is never a right or wrong time. It all depends on us. It is 'i' who has to take a call and make the change happen. One always has choices, even in case of what is predestined, a human has choices to make and take path they wish to.

The other day, i told a friend how i wished i was there during the of partition of India. I always felt that i am strong and could have pulled through strongly with all those times and would have made a difference that time.

But alas! poor me....my country men die each day for no reason ..and i sit safe with four walls around me, T.V switched off not willing to spare even five minutes to the breaking news...

Such is the tragedy of being human...we know the meaninglessness of our life once we have an option to make choices and make the most cowardly choice....a choice that neither brings happiness to us and nor to others.

To err is to be human...and we all err by falling in the trap of believing that we can make a stir in the world.....but the world and its miseries go on increasing like never before..