Happy New Year 2017.
What is luck?
The word luck is often understood as some kind of miracle. Often luck is used as synonym of phrase “good fate”. Like wise bad fate is bad luck. Hindi word which has ascended on English vocabulary as well is KISMAT.
Kismat encompasses everything what happens in a life time. From birth to death. Thus the word kismat is too broad. Thus if one believes in kismat s/he has to fatalistic and leave everything at the fate. But life does not play like that. We are posed with choices every moment and we choose our way forward.
I understand the kismat or luck or fate are relative to circumstances. When facing impossibility, all three are true. For example if I jump off a 30 story building, chances of death are certain and only some strange unforeseen event can prevent it but that is very unlikely too. So the question is:
What really is Kismat?
Living as humans
An astonishing fact about humans.
We are born tiny, we grow up, we grow old and die but in the process what we learn ? We are aware about our appearance, our possessions, our actions and some time the outcome as well but who is this self?
Inquiry into self.
We learn things. How to cook? How to milk a cow? All things needed not only to earn and to survive but also to out smart others. What about ourselves? How much we investigate about this ‘self’? What is this body and what is this mind? Who am I?
We have fascinatingly imaginative opinions about ourselves and all the people around us but in the black and white of bad and good. Opinions completely or partially divorced from facts. Vivid yet lacking relevant material details.
When death is sweet.
Death is the only certainty in life, its timing is not. While I was watching the funeral arrangements being made for the body left behind, my mind was struggling with waves of thought. What is death? Is it distinct from life? Is life part of death or vice versa?
Death in ripe old age of 85! Is it a matter of sorrow or relief? Actually the sorrow is for our loss. It depends on our dependence, financial or moral. The less dependent we are on the dead, less meaningful and even lessor is the depth of our sorrow. Continue reading
Letter to a friend:
If you are really interested in my reasons for my actions, please ask me. Yelling, sulking, shouting or crying will take nowhere. But are you clear about your reasons for interest into my affairs? If not, any answer I may give, is futile. It would be like an egg with tremendous possibilities. It can be boiled, scrambled or omeletted or just mixed in a drink. Communication is an exercise in futility until we talk in silence. But what kind of silence?
It is a question. What is the most difficult task in life? We are trained to achieve. To chase desires and wants while often ignoring our needs. Most considered privileged, have arrived somewhere in life even though it is not that always elusive destination. We achieve and continue to achieve more and more possessions. So what is ‘the most’ difficult task?