Happiness is …

Gazelle Eyed Enticer…

Eyes of women,
Have great power restored to them,
Each time you think you are over them,
They chain you to a world within…

The beauty of a woman must be seen in her eyes,
Because that is the doorway to her heart,
The place where love resides.

Nitro Boost for the Upset Soul!

There are mornings where I wake up so joyful,
so in love, that I feel I may burst,
I want share this with you ,
with the world with the plants,
with the trees,
with that random passerby,
I see colours, patterns,
life in everything,
I can dance,
I am in love,
I’m in love,
but I am wiser now I will not find a symbol for this love ,
I will not let it stop right there ,
I will not give it a name ,
I will not attach it to a smile or the way someone laughs .

It will not be like a burning fire but like flowing water,
like me it will be free,
I will not own it I know now,
its not about your lover,
its about your desperate need to love,
that’s how it begins for most of us.

Our great loves, are nothing but triggers,
we hold on to them because we fear we may never feel again.

Don’t be an apologetic dreamer ,
your imperfections for some are perfect . ,
this is your life and it may be better that even your greatest plans ..
so get out of your way You are not alone ,
you were always very loved and happiness is your birthright ,say it !,
know it ,
share it ,
go fail ,
go get dumped ,
breathe deep,
feel,
be brave enough to love and let yourself be loved and go tell him or her ,
or it ,
be the embarrassing drunk or a dyslexic poet ,do it ,
shine,
be gentle ,
forgive . .

Your amazing ,
you are here now ,
you have wonderful things to say ,
this world needs you,
I need you ,
your bigger than Elvis baby ,your alive !
A zillion things, for a million years had to go wrong, just for you to go right ,
JUST FOR YOU TO BE HERE NOW ,
that mountain you want to climb is yours it has been waiting just for you ,
I don’t care if your dad left you or that your whole life they thought you felt nothing ,
when the problem really was that you just felt too much ,
what I want to know is what you think happened,
The greatest party’s are always in the mind .

Socrates ,Dylan or kafka were smart men with even smarter questions ,
but those were theirs ,
make your own mistakes!

Just received this article from a dear friend.
Its a gem!

Touchy Feely Soul to a Stone Hearted…….With Love !

Miss…

Love is not a disease, which could be cured or healed by medication or any aid.

Its a dye which paints your soul for permanent.

You either learn to live by it or die because of it.
I need not to tell you this, you are much experienced and experimenting than me after all…

But today you did, what you should not have done…
If it was my heart i.e a friends’, which you bled, I would have soaked all the pain, but you killed the heart of a person who loves you, without any condition.

This lover since the last tryst asked for nothing,
literally nothing,
not even petty self respect, leave bigger things like care etc.

The only satisfaction he gained was by acknowledging his love, by expressing it…

By derogating it today you killed his soul and his love for you.

No I’m not making a big deal to inflate the issue..

Go love someone, who was never yours and never will be..
and
you will understand.

Some things can’t be undone!

The lover is dead..

Good for him…

And the friend survived…
To suffer still!

Your
Friend
&
Ex-Lover.

Narcissism and Narcissus !

This  beautiful flower is known as Narcissus. English people call it  ‘Daffodil’. It is a spring-flower found in Europe, North Africa, and  Asia. Researchers believe that it is toxic, but tribal people use it for  medicine. This flower has many brothers and sisters, having different  colors and shapes but they belong to the same family.

Whatsoever, This flower has a beautiful story behind its name.

In  Greek mythology, there was a hunter from the territory of ‘Thespiae‘  who was renowned for his beauty. His name was Narcissus. The  irresistibly beautiful young man, who, it was predicted, would have a  long life only if he did not know himself, how beautiful he was.

But  the fate attracted Narcissus to a lake where he saw his own reflection  in the water and knelt beside the lake to contemplate his own beauty. He  was so fascinated by himself that, one morning, he fell into the lake  and drowned. At the place where he fell, a beautiful flower was born,  which was later called the Narcissus.

Hmm… Yes, that’s how it has got its name.

Interesting!!! Isn’t it??

Wait, That’s not over yet! It leads us to another beautiful story. May be the continuation of the last one.

Oscar  Wilde says in his book, when Narcissus died, the goddesses of the  forest appeared and found the lake, which had been fresh water,  transformed into a lake of salty tears.

‘Why do you weep?’ the goddesses asked.

‘I weep for Narcissus,’ the lake replied.

‘Ah,  it is no surprise that you weep for Narcissus,’ goddesses said, ‘for  though we always pursued him in the forest, you alone could contemplate  his beauty close at hand’.

‘But…, was Narcissus beautiful?’ the lake asked the goddesses.

‘Who better than you to know that?’ the goddesses said in wonder.
‘After all, it was by your banks that he knelt all the time to contemplate himself!’

The lake was silent for some time. Finally, it said:

‘I weep for Narcissus, but I never noticed that Narcissus was beautiful.
I weep because, when he knelt beside my banks, I could see, in the depths of his eyes, my own beauty reflected.’

Man, What a lovely story!!

Source : Alchemist

Desires & Hopes… Haves & Wants…

To be human is to have desires & aspirations..
and
Each of them play a huge role in shaping us into what we are in present and possibly in future.

Not every desire ought to be fulfilled, for if they do, life would lose it meaning !

A life without aspirations would no doubt will create a perfect would, optimized personally as well as for the community.

But will you dare to live in it, with all your aims conquered,
With no sense of direction and final prize to goal for?

Think about it!

The only reason to exist and the never ending fuel to exist are all the failures you have ever encountered, all the unconquered goals, all the unfulfilled desires you have in your life.

Lets consider it from the love perspective..

If each and every human  on the face of our lovely planet is assumed as a vertex, or a node, then the bonding that keeps us together is the love between them i.e the vertices.
Point that should be noted here is that each and every love-bond which we create is born, nourished, and strengthen by our desires.
In-fact majority of the bonds of above are not mutual, or equality weighted.

For example, I’m in love with this girl immensely and deeply for such a long time but she is very indifferent.
Not that Emma Watson is a bitch! She simply is unaware of my existence !
And it could be very much possible that same Emma loves some one who loves her back but with an Intensity very feeble.

What I’m trying to convey is that  which ever way we direct our love and whatever we get back, the desires involved in the equations are the only one who direct us live and give us that magnificent word HOPE.

Here, I would quote Andy from Shawshank Redemption

Therefore my friend, the next time you feel disheartened because of some unfulfilled wish remember the following serene thought expressed in the form of Ghazal by Nida Faizi.

Translation:

No one ever gets the entire universe
Somewhere the earth and somewhere the sky is missing

Whoever you see is lost in their own sorrow
They have thoughts to share but no companion to listen

Who is able to douse the embers of time
This is a fire that has no smoke

It’s not like there’s no love in your life (universe)
Where you hope for it you won’t find it there

—Nida Fazli

Inspiration : My Own Desires and Aspiration !

Beauty is Overated ~ Woman Objectification

Beauty is so overrated in our human civilization that we all are victimized by it, consciously or subconsciously.

Its the looks which strikes us first, most of the time, in our every potential partner.
Accept it or not people with above than average level of beauty quotient have higher probably of being asked out or accepted as partners when proposed.

The issue with this ‘look’-based partner selection is that more than the looks, the outlook of the couple matter much more to make a relationship successful and happy.

And if you dig dipper in the graveyard of human social – psychology you would second me on my thought that

“Beauty is one of the major factor leading to objectification of women, in almost every society”

Look around with a skeptic eye and you would easily notice every beauty-show, every model and most advertisements somehow unknowingly supporting what I just stated.

Inspiration : Sickness from such ads

Love and Magnetism !

My theory is simple!
I believe that we humans are like lodestones i.e iron forms.
As every lodestone has some magnetic power/strength in it, we too have that strength in the form of ‘love’.
As it happens with lodestones, some of us have more love restored in us  compared to others or should I say some peculiar type of us want to fall in love more often then others….

Basically every man/woman is a magnet with its strength proportional to degree of love they offer to give or take.

The difference here is that these magnets are MONO poles rather than DI poles ( I call them love poles 🙂 )

So I’m a magnet and a Mono-pole say North pole and hence I’m in search of my south pole ( my love, life, soul blah blah… ) in this huge world of monopoles.

Ideally the best match for me will be a woman who should be a south pole of the same strength as mine and gradually in life we will try to increase our mutual strength through our love.
But in the real life scenarios, we often settle with an opposite pole of a strength much higher or lover than ours which leads to overheating and conjugation or in the language of relationship I would say, it causes ‘frictions ‘ leading to breakups etc.

As a magnet can detect another magnet presence, we too could detect the presence of our destined souls…
The only problem in this being the noise due to the numerous other poles around both which complicates the situation.

I hope you got the major crux of the concept I tried to convey and I wish you all luck in spotting your right pole!

Caution : I committed a grave mistake of generalizing women to a magnets as that was required for the universality of my theory.Else I’m a huge follower of Mr Sherlocks’ view over womanhood, which he stated himself as follows

“I am not a whole-souled admirer of womankind”; in fact, the motives of women are so inscrutable. How can you build on such quicksand? Their most trivial actions may mean volumes; their most extraordinary conduct may depend upon a hairpin”.

Oscar Wilde too tried his hand on the domain of understanding women and finally gave up with this !

“The Egg” by Andy Weir

You were on your way home when you died.

It was a car accident. Nothing particularly remarkable, but fatal nonetheless.
You left behind a wife and two children. It was a painless death. The EMTs tried their best to save you, but to no avail. Your body was so utterly shattered you were better off, trust me.

And that’s when you met me.

“What… what happened?” You asked. “Where am I?”
“You died,” I said, matter-of-factly. No point in mincing words.
“There was a… a truck and it was skidding…”
“Yup,” I said.
“I… I died?”
“Yup. But don’t feel bad about it. Everyone dies,” I said.

You looked around. There was nothingness. Just you and me.

“What is this place?” You asked. “Is this the afterlife?”
“More or less,” I said.
“Are you god?” You asked.
“Yup,” I replied “I’m God.”
“My kids… my wife,” you said.
“What about them?”
“Will they be all right?”
“That’s what I like to see,” I said.
“You just died and your main concern is for your family. That’s good stuff right there.”

You looked at me with fascination. To you, I didn’t look like God. I just looked like some man. Or possibly a woman. Some vague authority figure, maybe. More of a grammar school teacher than the almighty.

“Don’t worry,” I said. “They’ll be fine. Your kids will remember you as perfect in every way. They didn’t have time to grow contempt for you. Your wife will cry on the outside, but will be secretly relieved. To be fair, your marriage was falling apart. If it’s any consolation, she’ll feel very guilty for feeling relieved.”

“Oh,” you said. “So what happens now? Do I go to heaven or hell or something?”
“Neither,” I said.
“You’ll be reincarnated.”
“Ah,” you said. “So the Hindus were right,”
“All religions are right in their own way,” I said “Walk with me.”

You followed along as we strode through the void.
“Where are we going?”
“Nowhere in particular,” I said. “It’s just nice to walk while we talk.”
“So what’s the point, then?” You asked. “When I get reborn, I’ll just be a blank slate, right? A baby. So all my experiences and everything I did in this life won’t matter.”
“Not so!” I said. “You have within you all the knowledge and experiences of all your past lives. You just don’t remember them right now.”

I stopped walking and took you by the shoulders.

“Your soul is more magnificent, beautiful, and gigantic than you can possibly imagine. A human mind can only contain a tiny fraction of what you are. It’s like sticking your finger in a glass of water to see if it’s hot or cold.
You put a tiny part of yourself into the vessel, and when you bring it back out, you’ve gained all the experiences it had.
“You’ve been in a human for the last 48 years, so you haven’t stretched out yet and felt the rest of your immense consciousness. If we hung out here for long enough, you’d start remembering everything. But there’s no point to doing that between each life.”

“How many times have I been reincarnated, then?”
“Oh lots. Lots and lots. An in to lots of different lives.” I said. “This time around, you’ll be a Chinese peasant girl in 540 AD.”
“Wait, what?” You stammered. “You’re sending me back in time?”
“Well, I guess technically. Time, as you know it, only exists in your universe. Things are different where I come from.””Where you come from?” You said.”Oh sure,” I explained “I come from somewhere. Somewhere else. And there are others like me. I know you’ll want to know what it’s like there, but honestly you wouldn’t understand.”
“Oh,” you said, a little let down. “But wait. If I get reincarnated to other places in time, I could have interacted with myself at some point.”
“Sure. Happens all the time. And with both lives only aware of their own lifespan you don’t even know it’s happening.”
“So what’s the point of it all?”
“Seriously?” I asked. “Seriously? You’re asking me for the meaning of life? Isn’t that a little stereotypical?”
“Well it’s a reasonable question,” you persisted.

I looked you in the eye. “The meaning of life, the reason I made this whole universe, is for you to mature.”
“You mean mankind? You want us to mature?”
“No, just you. I made this whole universe for you. With each new life you grow and mature and become a larger and greater intellect.”
“Just me? What about everyone else?”
“There is no one else,” I said. “In this universe, there’s just you and me.”

You stared blankly at me.

“But all the people on earth…”
“All you. Different incarnations of you.”
“Wait. I’m everyone!?”
“Now you’re getting it,” I said, with a congratulatory slap on the back.
“I’m every human being who ever lived?”
“Or who will ever live, yes.”
“I’m Abraham Lincoln?”
“And you’re John Wilkes Booth, too,” I added.
“I’m Hitler?” You said, appalled.
“And you’re the millions he killed.”
“I’m Jesus?”
“And you’re everyone who followed him.”

You fell silent.

“Every time you victimized someone,” I said, “you were victimizing yourself. Every act of kindness you’ve done, you’ve done to yourself. Every happy and sad moment ever experienced by any human was, or will be, experienced by you.”
You thought for a long time.
“Why?” You asked me. “Why do all this?”

“Because someday, you will become like me. Because that’s what you are. You’re one of my kind. You’re my child.”
“Whoa,” you said, incredulous. “You mean I’m a god?”
“No. Not yet. You’re a fetus. You’re still growing. Once you’ve lived every human life throughout all time, you will have grown enough to be born.”
“So the whole universe,” you said, “it’s just…”
“An egg.” I answered. “Now it’s time for you to move on to your next life.”And I sent you on your way.

For you, If you get It !

Above is so precisely and lovely depicted that I was awestruck for few minutes…..

The the beauty of above is, It could be examined through different philosophical glasses of life…

For example each of the pets above might be a metaphoric representation of people who love you and whom you love…

And Now try to get the gist of it…

Inspiration : A Greek tragedy in making !