Day 2- Three day quote challenge

I have been a staunch follower of my lord since day one of my life or maybe the time I was unborn. So here is a quote from the Bhagwat Gita I would like to share on the second day.

Well the quote if analysed deeply does not mean to become a complete saint or abandon the worldly activities. It is below that. The world is driven by hatred, fear, lust, and all the bad things which seem as something everyone of us is attracted to. If we go to the roots of the three “W’s”- why, what and when, we actually discover the detachment we should have and the solution of all our distractions. People who live the life in the influence of the physical world and yet manage to tackle their desires are the strongest people on earth. They actually reach the ultimate and can conquer oneself or ‘I’m which is hard to do. The conclusion is what is simply written in the quote above, shutting the physical world(control desires which want external illusions) and control the mind(of everything, of its demands and it’s wants) which leads to your ultimate and only freedom.


Three day quote challenge

I first want to thank my fellow blogger anaidasultana for nominating me for this challenge which I am grateful for. She is a mesmerizing blogger who writes beyond regular thoughts about life and takes our human minds to a journey of fantasy more like real. Her writings also have a spellbind interpretation about various personalities and positivity. She also feeds us with stories, smiles and what not. Overall, it shows what a human being is she inside out!

I gladly accept the challenge and would be posting three quotes for three days with the interpretation of its very core meaning. So here it is:-

This quote is deeper than I read. It talks about life, about self, and also about our values. The person who keeps a hold on ethics and values provided wheather the worst of the circumstances hit in life, he/she can overcome them with a conclusion of a better tommorow. Though it may be hard to be diffrent and to adjust with others who have different perspective and a diffrent background, the respect for each other and the non interference in their privacy also keeps us on the good level of maturity. The quote above fetched the finest example of comparing trees with humans, trees specially having “strong” roots like strong humans who keep ourselves on hold with our thoughts and ways of tackling situations in a more easy way rather then fluctuating here and there. There is more to interpret and more to dig deeper into this simple small quote. It’s stronger then we know and deeper then we dig.

Here I want to nominate three of the bloggers who I would love to know more about their interpretation of their favourite quotes:-

Moushmi Randhanpara

Siddharth bhati

Swapnil Vibhandak

Cows and Girls

The internet has been flooding with demands of justice for the two most controversial cases of rape that occurred in India. A very important reminder to everyone that these cases were though brutal and moved hearts to dreadful situation with an increase in agitation among our very people but there are several cases that take place here in the country which remain apprehensive.

Of course the cases which were used for I don’t know- political gains? looks like that. With a quick pace in no time the cases turned highly into a religious war and ideological conflict. People have been writing of how a Muslim girl could be raped in a Hindu temple, which is ironic of seeking justice, when all they care is the location. Well, the news is that she had been raped for several days and murdered in the forest and then thrown into the temple. The mud on the body which was found proves it. The people polishing the facts say that the place is open and usually crowded with worshippers around which makes the fact impossible that she was raped and drugged in the temple for so long. There is an another group of folks who say that-“India is a country where cows are more protected than girls.” Obviously, its clear to me that many of them just copy-pasted the statement and uploaded on social sites without even thinking of the core of what they say which by the way has no base in validity. The same group states that-“Here religion does not matter of the girl, the brutality and suffering caused should be seen.” Did you get what’s funny in that?

Well, our country is dominated by the religion called Hinduism which for years has been worshipping cows as mother and are sentimentally connected to it. Now that it is a free country and everyone holds a right to openly speak about things here I am holding a right too. The statement which clarifies the superiority given to cows then girls provokes the very war of religion which exists among our people. There actually is no existing or written degree of who is superior among them. There are few people struggling to get females to an equal status to men, in the same way there are people who are struggling to save cows. In both the cases humanity and sentiments are sub roots. We know that there are people who are emotionally attached to animals and that they are not even called animals but given the status of a mother, and girls are given a status of goddess Lakshmi herself.

Giving such statements creates and adds more soldiers to the never ending religious war that has been existing for decades. It is kind of a direct message that cows are just numb animals having no life and low value than humans. Like what do you mean by that? Considering humans superior to animals? Where is that written? Or what is your mentality of considering such a thing? If here you want to measure, discriminate and catagorize between what is superior and what is inferior(at least what my mind interprets) then you stand no where in the intellectual population. That’s more like a degraded and childish opinion on hold.

Our girls are not safe in the country not because of attacks that are done by animals but because of men who cannot control their ever licking tongues of lust and desires which remain unfulfilled. We need more stricter laws but it doesn’t have to do anything with the government it starts with citizens. The idea of considering any type of struggle less important shows the decline of intellect and narrow mindedness. No struggle is lesser of more, everyone fights for themselves to gain a product out of it an save their trauma for something even worse. The people who ask justice for Asifa should not deny and spit on the Gau rakshaks and common people owning and breeding cattle. What happened is a unblinding of motives behind rape, which has no option for us females more than being more careful for ourselves in the home and outside. We ought to carry so repellents and self defence materials when our hearts speak that we aren’t safe in the streets and inside. That is practically the least we can do. Further more we can ask for justice by raising our voices.
In the same way the right to eat will not be challenged, yes. But that does not mean that people would stop struggling to save cows which is a mother to them as like their daughters. Also by this I don’t expect a Zootopia Yo be created. It hurts me when such statements are said about cows, what can you do least about it? Nothing actually. I can speak for others that’s all. And here I am speaking. Writing. Thinking. It’s deeper than you think. So the statement comes back to just one quote-“everyone in this world you pass by is fighting and struggling, be kind to all.” Also that the most brutal thing a human can do is to mock at innocence. Which applies at the two words of my title.

Don’t try to become gossipers and create your own stories of what is better and what is best. It’s diffrent if it opens a leisure for you. It’s equal to heartbreaking out of love. Always do what you can do about such complicated things rather then-“aag mei ghee daalna”( pouring ghee into the fire, to increase flames).

Hope you understand every word of it more than what I have written. Have a great day ahead.

Let us.

Let us drain our cursed bloods to the gutter.
So that people stay quite of our sinned mutter.

Let us live a life which does not belong to the mortal.
So that we have a single tracks to our deserved portal.

Let us pour our hearts on these waste papers.
So that after death words rise and shine in form of vapour.

Let us defeat our pains and all the undeserved sorrow.
So that here in this bleeding world would be no tommorow.

Let us smile instead maybe to face what we are meant to.
So that we aren’t cowards and tell them the truth.

Train tracks

Thoughts so strong,
Like train tracks on the round,
Running trains on the wrong,
Moving every pebble around.

Train of heaviness sending an earthquake,
Moving thoughts of pebbles to an unbearable ache.

How does this incredible body gets heavy with something invisible?
This lies in my heart of hearts still questionable.

Still finding and discovering myself every minute,
Only knowing that I am closer to god who is more than infinite.
And everytime the train lays and runs on my quite track,
Leaving me more and more wrack.

But there all of it stops,
Where my lord is my cop.
Leaving me with Unlegit chance,
For big crimes and more for his trance.

So now I could be the train and thoughts could be the track so quite,

All moving in speed and cutting the air with all my might.

Don’t wanna Feel…

No I don’t wanna feel this again. Maybe I want end the cause of this feel. Or maybe end the root cause, me.

No I don’t wanna play again, with those numbers outside playing in merry, when I am send to them only to get myself bullied.

No I don’t wanna be the perfect daughter to get pretended of my flaws so evil that it could stab someone to dateless death.

No I don’t wanna laugh out of mini happiness but cry snatching my hair to leave me bald of the everlasting sadness.

No I don’t wanna smile just to pretend that inside I am okay, while these demons in me unlocked themselves of a cage.

No I don’t wanna be a tree, which was born with a purpose when I am really a flower who bloomed, closed and plucked.

No I don’t wanna be a soul to heavy even the air of the earth, but just a dry leaf getting mixed in the soil lost of name.

No I don’t wanna be a happy tear getting shed because it’s rare, but a sad tear from an eye because I will be what I am.

No I don’t wanna be known like the endless roads but the painted lines which fade with time.

No I don’t wanna have relations only to get maintained whole life but just an individual to god after life to be god’s individual.

No I don’t wanna have a name, but just a face which will decay like hundreds others of its phase.

No I don’t wanna have hands to lift, eyes to embrace, ears to understand, mouth to speak and a heart to feel. But just a body to lie dead now and get cremated in the holy fire which shys away of its sins and hatred lighting me up to rise above the skies and dwell in the hell getting burnt again.

A visit that pushed me to a deeper level.

I visited a psychaictrict hospital a few months before to do a case study upon a minor affected paitent. Later did I realise the agony existing in that place, that I no more wanted to just study but understand people and talk to them. I was assigned a paitent with Bipolar disorder currently suffering with Mania. For those who don’t know that bipolar disorder is characterized by alternating periods of depression with mania usually with intervals of normal mood. I was taken to the end ward of the second building where there was a large room with around 20 stretchers parallel to each other yet having spaces between them. There were mostly woman and old men in the room. Most of them were Extreamly happy and looked as if they were playing but very few others were sitting, staring and doing nothing.
My paitent was on the first bed and was beautiful. For once I didn’t realise she was a paitent, I thought she was a visitor. But then the doctor told me few details on her and I sat beside her. She was smiling her best smile and eating wada pav like a kid. Then in no time, she didn’t finish the wada pav and ran to the room corner to throw the tissues and the leftover. She came back and asked my Why Was I sitting on her bed. I apologized to her and introduced myself. I asked her that does she like this place and she said no. She came here a few days ago with her husband who brings her food and drinks. She told me more about her husband and how much they loved each other excitedly. She asked me why had I come in instead of her husband. I politely denied and told her that I just came by to visit her. She kept telling me more about herself and I didn’t know I was so comfortable for people. I had a notebook and a pen clutched in my hand where I was noting down her behavioral patterns which I didn’t feel like because I felt normal with her. She was also a staunch believer of god and I asked her to write the name of the god she believed in. She took my copy and started writing the name -“ram” one by one pronouncing each word in slow pace and clapping after a few breaks. Until half the page was full she lost interest and gave it back to me. I thanked her. She told me that she wrote this everyday before going to bed at home so she could dream of Lord Ram coming and meeting her. I was melted again. The doctor asked me out on the door and made me meet her husband who looked twice her age. I greeted him and told him that he had a beautiful wife and she kept flaunting about you since the last one hour we met. I told him my reason of the visit although he knew but for once personally to make him comfortable more because I was smaller than him. He told me with a smile that I could ask him anything except his name and location which he wanted to keep confidential. I agreed. He told me that they had “accidently” married and he was unaware that she was mentally unstable during the marriage. He hadn’t known of her disorder as she was in a normal period. Later when she got pregnant with her daughter and during the delivery the doctors informed him that his wife had been suffering from depression since a very long time and he was devastated. After she gave birth to her daughter the husband went through her bag and stuff and found a doctors prescription dated 1998 with prescribed medicines of mania. He went to his in-laws and asked them about it and they confessed that she had bipolar since she was in 12th standerd. And suffered this because his brother had been killed. When asked the reason how had he been killed they said that he aspired to study in a college after twelfth rather than working and supporting his family and became very rebellious. He came back to his wife and fell in love with her more than he already was and took his family of three to a separate home because her wife often complained of her mother in law of beating and shouting at her. They lived happily and there are times every two years or one that she has to be admitted to the hospital for her well being. He also said that he was okay to take her out but she was a face conscious person who asked random strangers of how she looked and if anyone mocked at her she would go and wash her face and ask the next stranger again if she looked beautiful. That was all. I noted down everything and I had ample of info to include in my case study file.
This world is beautiful place. And there are two weapons of destruction or we can say slow poison? Words and physical weapons. Where words can kill the person everyday inside weapons can kill number of people at a time. Depends. But words are boon and a bane. Changes people from day to becoming night. You haven’t got the slightest idea sometimes that how can you influence, impact and affect a person by your simple words and actions. Take care of the people around you. Understand them a thousand million times. Love them so you can not only be satisfied but happy for yourself. Some may even think that psychology is a senseless subject but now when such subjects are introduced people seek for themselves. Mental illness can be fatal and heartbreaking. Everyone is not equal and can never be thus who cannot deal with such problems end up becoming their problems. It’s okay. It’s is alright. Hopes should not be fake but hope can be another strategy to deal with mental problems. Try not to make a person weak when he/she already is. Either stay away or stay with for affection.
My paitent was a person who could have a better life than she has now but just the small support after her illness from her husband brings her back to a normal environment. There is so much to say and feel but you can make out more than me. I would leave this to you:)