What if God did not EXIST?

God is the source of motivation, hope and inspiration for many. God is the overseer of the entire universe, believes many. God has played a prominent role in the transition of man from homo sapiens to human beings. One always believes in the very much existence of God, assuming one to be a ‘theist’. But what if God did not exist at all? All the theists believe in the God as managing the life circle. Hinduism preaches of 64 renascences in different forms. There is a common saying among the masses “Iss janam mein nahi toh agle janam mein pakka apni galtiyon ki sazza bhugtega…”. What if there is really no any agla-janam, no reincarnation. A person dies and no soul is evacuated from his body. The death is purely scientific and the person’s brain is dead. What could be the aftermath going in his mind.

I painted a very imaginative picture in my cerebellum with brushes of my fancies.
Let’s say a person dies and there is NO soul which is evacuated from his body. But there is a small iota of energy which emanates from the body. Let’s call it ‘ZETA’. Now ZETA is traveling upwards with the hope of getting reincarnated. The ZETA has very small memory too. ZETA goes on traveling upwards which is purely scientific. But ZETA finds nothing. What he finds is only vast and never ending universe. Planets, stars, galaxies after galaxies- a never ending sequence of space. Much like the scene in The Matrix Revolutions where Neo runs out of the platform just to enter the same platform from the other end.

What would ZETA be feeling in such a situation? Frightened, Confused, Tired? What if he realized that there is no GOD. What if it’s proved that there is really no GOD and life is full of rationale and logic. There is no almighty who’s supposed to control our lives and there is nothing post death. Absolutely nothing. ZILCH.

As the God’s existence has not been proved so has been his non-existence. At least the dilemma helps one have a feeble hope amidst battering times.

Whats missing?

It was past midnight. I was lying on my bed staring at the fan blades whirlpooling.
There was an absence of even an iota of sleep in my eyes and I started pondering over how sleep in general has been missing in my life since ages. I reverted back on my childhood days when I used to doze off as soon as I jumped to bed. It was truly instantaneous and now I need to count sheep. Life is different, I concluded and then again I started doing the root-cause analysis. I concluded that during childhood days, Life was much more fun. Be it at school or not, everything done was pure out of passion and not of necessity. Now one’s activities are an outcome of ones necessity.
And there was much more fun in recreational activities. Simple trivial tasks like finding a nice, polished and shining stone and assuming it to be some precious emerald and then digging a hole in your backyard and hiding that stone inside it with your fingernails fully coated with mud and you enjoying the joy of digging thin coarse dry mud. The feel of the mud, I can still feel it in my hands. That was pure, pristine joy.

I concluded that during childhood, one used to have a regular exhaustive physical activity which used to keep one busy both physically and mentally. Be it wandering on your bicycle or playing different kind of games or exploring new places in the vicinity. Each activity was fun. Now I do not possess a regime of something exhausting. Neither do I have a hobby which I can pursue in general. I have friends who keep telling me that how boring life has become. Almost everyone is in a pessimistic mode of living each single day with fulfilling his or her desire but not being happy at the core.
I am also one of them. I thought I should really have some recreational activity through which I could channel out my creative thoughts and energy. Then I thought what kind of activity I can pursue. I thought about different things and then it suddenly struck my mind that I have a nice camera with me. Why not click some pictures? I took my camera and clicked some pictures. Though the picture proved to be a first-timer’s effort, It did really give me an immense feeling of joy. The kind of joy which I felt when I could see, from the corner of my eye, my friend’s hiding place when we used to play hide and seek and I had to find them. The joy which I used to feel while going long rides of cycling with my colony friends. The joy which I felt while writing for the first time with a pen at the start of my 6th standard.
I am hereby posting some of those snaps. Though, they are of zero artistic value but behind the portrait lies the essence of joy.

Old memories...School time

Do Old memories fade away? I believe no. Does old memories are an asset or liability? I believe an asset. Even if they are bad they are an asset in the form of teaching us a lesson. And if good it makes us happy in our unhappier times.

Some time back, I was visiting Delhi and was passing my time by pondering over random thoughts recursively, just when a school campus grabbed my attention. The campus was picturesque with large green sprawling lawns and Old British-style buildings. I was passing over a flyover then and the school was beneath so I got the birds-eye view of the school campus.

A lot of old memories revisited my cerebral. Some good, some not so good. Some worth mentioning, some not worth mentioning. But one thing was sure. Being in school was the best period in my life. And not even in my life, I presume that the schooling period is one’s best phase in one’s life. Here I would like to point out some vivid memories of mine which anyone would connect to and feel nostalgic, I guess.

The joy of meeting friends everyday.
The sorrow of getting up early in the morning.

The joy of waiting for the P.T. and games period.
The sorrow of the times when such a period got cancelled.

The joy of standing beside a fellow girl in morning assembly and smiling at her (thinking I am the next Casanova in the making).
The sorrow when the prefects punished me for my unpolished shoes in front of the same girl.

The joy of participating in the cultural games like spoon race, kho-kho, tug-of-war etc.
The sorrow when you are the first person to eliminate in these games.

The joy of buying new books and enjoying the smell of freshly published books.
The sorrow of not bringing it the next day in class and getting a thrashing for negligence.

The joy of eating spicy, mouth-watering dishes at the canteen in the interval.
The sorrow of being uncomfortable when nature calls, during the last hours of school, and you just want to rush home.

The joy of proposing a girl for the first time.
The sorrow when the proposal is not entertained.

The joy and excitement of preparing for your boards.(I doubt ;))
The sorrow when seeing the results.


The joy when you have a crush on your chemistry/geography teacher.
The sorrow you feel when she doesn’t even remember your name.

The joy of being in class XII, the senior most class, being at the apex of the student-hierarchy.
The sorrow of finishing school within a year.


All the emotions revisited, remembering school days definitely makes ones eyes moist. I wish life had a reverse button….I wish…

X

Sometimes you ponder over such trivial issues and after a while you think what a weird thought it was! It happens frequently with me.
This time I was studying some algebraic equations with my bright table lamp ON, emanating white candescent light, with all the small tiny creatures girthing around the lamp. Miffed with all the complexities of finding the unknown with the rarest known values, I started pondering over the variable ‘x’ which one usually uses in solving equations.
Why does one uses an X so frequently and not any other variable? Its not a hard and fast rule to use ‘X’ to signify the unknown value but the stereotyped primary education always taught us to use an ‘X’ whenever we faced questions like ‘Ram bought a dozen apple for 24. How much does an apple cost’? In spite of inflation eating out the common mans budgeting plan and daily life , the NCERT books still show the price of a dozen apple to be 24. Guys! At least update the price to the latest trend so that the kids can feel inflation creeping our lives.

Anyhow, I was at ‘x’ and was thinking how many times it must have been used. I was thinking about the appearance of the alphabet and found it to be very artistic and beautiful. The other version using the curvaceous lines and not the jagged ones has symmetry and appeals soothingly to ones eye. Not that any other alphabet is asymmetrical (read ‘H’,’V’,’W’ for examples) but ‘X’ with its curves stands apart.

Mulling over such a trivial issue took me places in my thoughts. Soon I realized its time to stop. Sometimes thoughts give you such a weird feeling that you think Was that a thing to be thinked ? But thinking has no rules to follow. So you can literally stride your imagination to places. Weird or not – a thought is a thought.

Two faces of India

Recently I read a piece of news which was about the interiors

 of Rajasthan.A remote village, nowhere to be seen on the map,

was in the news because of the natives accustomed to age old 

tradition of 'satitva-test'. The news was shocking and depressing

 as the test was aimed to find whether a female is 

disloyal to her husband or not. 

Satitva being the true test of her being pristine, as all the villagers 

believed was practised by dipping the test-taker's hand in a bowl

 of hot boiling oil.If her hand gets burnt, she is not considered to 

be loyal. If it doesnt, she is loyal.Later disloyal female was beaten

black and blue by villagers by hot iron-rods and thenwas thorwn

at her doorsteps. The family later beat her up and left her stranded.

Reading the story left me shivered. Thinking about the plight of the

woman a feeling of distress and disturbance ran through me. It made 

me think whether we, as a country, are really progressing as a whole 

or is therea great void being created between the urban and rural India.

I think India currently has two faces. 

Customs and traditions are an integral part of indian culture but the 

traditions designed by the chauvinistic male society on thier terms 

and conditions and suited to their fantasies should be abolished 

and such acts need to be punished severily.

India is preogressing, prospering and growing. But is this the real growth. 

Growth has tobe uniform in a ll aspects. Growth is not only in financial 

position or production or education. Is the thinking process of the society 

actually growing? Are we thinking aboutthe upliftment of ideologies? 

These questions are, i think, tough nuts to crack and needs 

a deep thought and analysis.

I drive on a highway...

I drive on a highway...

I can keep on having a smooth ride ... 

But i wish to go through a tunnel...

A tunnel, am not sure of whether it has an opening on the other end ...

or rather I must say whether I am gonna find one...

But I still enter it in hope of finding one ...

Its dark out there and i can see nothing...

Though, Here and there,sometimes, I can see glimpses of striking light...

I run towards them, in hope of them being my torch-bearers...

But they are a momentary gasps of relief...

I feel If i would find the end within time...

Or would i succumb to the turbulence and turmoil...

A journey which i intended as a volition...

What if it becomes a consternation...

With every hope-ending I assure myself of a positive beginning...

I sometimes think whether am running away from facts which are happening...

I feel an urge to stop travel further and end it abruptly in the midddle...

Frustated, tired, exhausted ... but then i start it again...

In hope of finding the end I inhibit my negative emotions...

If i find the end ...will I be happy? 

Or would it be just a beginning of another tunnel ???

TZP to Oscars

So TZP made it to the Oscars as the official entry to the foreign film category.

Taare Zameen Par had all the ingredients to make it a sensible, thought-provoking, 

Artistic yet commercial movie. It is very difficult to blend the commercial angle along with the flavour of sensitive and artistic cinema. TZP managed that. Though the other

Films were also quite a competition, but TZP had some brilliant features to it

which stood her apart from other contenders. Besides a brilliant direction, I think what 

worked largely for the film was its music score. Apart from the regular tracks, the background score just churned out emotions at the right moment in accordance with the scene. 

Darsheel's acting was no doubt worth applauding, but the other factors which led to the

emotional grab which the movie could generate were factors like superb screen play, taut

editing and impeccable direction.

I hope that TZP wins the oscars this time.

Acheiving success is not difficult, sustaining the position is rather more gruelling.

Creating another film with same cinematic-quality would definitely be a challenging task for

Aamir Khan and winning an oscar would definitely provide him inspiration and motivation to create another piece of art.