Socks, towels, plates with leftover food and books. The list goes on. My eyes wander across the room. Everything is lying around on the floor. So random. The scene is laid out very well for some artist to paint chaos. What would be more interesting? To observe chaos on canvas? Or to differentiate art from chaos? Havent written anything in a while? I ask the lady inside the musical globe sitting pretty besides me. She is playing her melancholy tune. I ponder what to write. On the white wall opposite to me sits one photograph. That of the elephant headed God. He is looking down on me. Figuratively speaking yes. But, right now, literally too. Sort of a loving parent watching over as the kid plays. And the kid fumbles around. But, He is ready to pick up without a moment's notice...
Faith. Every dictionary will put some meaning for this word. Books expound on it. Tales crafted on it. Beings of wisdom have related their thoughts on it. Source of several ballads. Then, there is another word. Miracle. Countless stories recount episodes where coincidence and chance lost the battle with celestial response. So, as I write this blog I wonder. I wonder whether miracles are a pre-requisite for faith or the other way round. I am sure philosophers, sages of yore, meta-physicists, clergymen, yogis and everyone else must have put some thought on this. Add poets and scientists to this too. Now, I ask myself. "Must you witness a miracle to have faith?" In this wide world, there is no shortage of people who need "undisputed proof". Science itself stands firm on the bedrock of evidence. So, if this question were to be examined on the pedestals of science, then miracles would be considered "proof" of faith. In my personal opinion, faith does not need any "proof". Therefore, true devotion and faith stands independent of the need to witness miracles. It is the weakness in faith that requires physical and literal manifestation. Ofcourse, certain readers may disagree. How do they believe what they have not seen or faced firsthand? Lets Clarify. This is neither a scientific nor philosphical analysis into the dispute between atheism and theism. And there is not an iota of pretence in this claim. This is simply me asking some questions to myself...
Closing in on this piece. Would it be heretic for me to now say that having faith is a miracle in itself? And since I have faith in Him, I have witnessed this first miracle?? If so, then faith does not need miracles. Faith helps understand miracles. Now, aint that a miracle???
Sunday, February 28, 2010
Saturday, February 20, 2010
The princess and the frog...
A man was crossing a road one day when a frog called out to him and said: "If you kiss me, I'll turn into a beautiful princess". He bent over, picked up the frog and put it in his pocket. The frog spoke up again and said: "If you kiss me and turn me back into a beautiful princess, I will stay with you for one week."
The man took the frog out of his pocket, smiled at it and returned it to the pocket. The frog then cried out: "If you kiss me and turn me back into a princess, I'll stay with you and do ANYTHING you want". Again the man took the frog out, smiled at it and put it back into his pocket. Finally, the frog asked: "What is the matter? I've told you I'm a beautiful princess, that I'll stay with you for a week and do anything you want. Why won't you kiss me?"
The man said, "Look I'm a software engineer. I don't have time for a girlfriend, but a talking frog is cool."
-This piece had me in splits as I read it somewhere. Simply had to post this here...
The man took the frog out of his pocket, smiled at it and returned it to the pocket. The frog then cried out: "If you kiss me and turn me back into a princess, I'll stay with you and do ANYTHING you want". Again the man took the frog out, smiled at it and put it back into his pocket. Finally, the frog asked: "What is the matter? I've told you I'm a beautiful princess, that I'll stay with you for a week and do anything you want. Why won't you kiss me?"
The man said, "Look I'm a software engineer. I don't have time for a girlfriend, but a talking frog is cool."
-This piece had me in splits as I read it somewhere. Simply had to post this here...
Sunday, February 14, 2010
You know you are in love when...
I accept. This is no coincidence. I am writing this piece on this day. Fourteen days into February. The day of Valentine. Considered by many around the world as the day to express love. Most common expressions include flowers, cards and little toys. Many might enjoy a candlelit dinner. Some might go for a quiet walk. Others might have more creative plans. I did nothing today. To say I woke up late would be a travesty. Suffice to say that my breakfast coincided with the Sunday siesta of most in my timezone. Nothing special lined up for me today, I say to myself.
Looking at all the Valentine related stuff I ask myself. How do you know you are in love?? Are you?? Well... Evening has come. And I sit down to keyboard my thoughts...
You know when you are in love when... Well, I guess you just know. Nothing is same. Your thoughts are elsewhere. Nothing appears right. And yet, everything seems to be so. You wake up in the morning. And you begin to dream. You open the window to marvel at the view outside. But you think the view inside your heart is more beautiful. You gaze at the sunrise. But you think this is not what brings light in your life. You look at the greenest of the valleys. Yet you think there is more greenery in your life. You notice the morning dew sliding down the rose petals. But you think of the tears on someone's face. You see the vast expanse of daffodils smiling at you. And you think they are cheerful because you will be introducing them to someone special tonight. Colorful butterflies hover near the multitudes of white lilies. Only for you to be convinced that the nectar they will find is nowhere as sweet as someone's voice. You look towards the sky. Full of white shapes against the blue backdrop. Limitless it is. And yet you think that it is smaller than someone's embrace. You walk barefoot on the wet grass. But you are certain that you are aware of a more tender touch. You look into the clear waters of the lake. You hope to find youself. Instead, you see someone else as your reflection. You walk alone on a dusty road. Yet you think someone is walking besides you. You stand on the shore waiting for the waves to come and kiss your feet. But you remember your last goodbye to someone with great poignancy. A breeze comes along and touches your face. But you are engulfed by thoughts of that someone whose fragrance the wind brought along. When the rain falls, you think of all the moments you shared with someone. When you hear the violins being played, you imagine swaying to that tune with someone. When you see the wide branches of that giant tree in the middle of the field, you wish you were sitting on the thickest one holding someone's hands and swinging your legs like kids. You look at a glorious sunset. But you think someone's smile is more bewitching. Millions of stars are twinkling up above. But they fade away compared to the twinkle in someone's eyes. You look at the resplendent moon. You say that you have known someone with far greater radiance. When you go to sleep, you listen to someone's silence. And this dream about someone continues to the next day, for every day of your life...
Shakespeare wrote in A midsummer night's dream,"It is not night when I do see your face." If these lines hold some meaning to you, then you know. You know you are in love...
Looking at all the Valentine related stuff I ask myself. How do you know you are in love?? Are you?? Well... Evening has come. And I sit down to keyboard my thoughts...
You know when you are in love when... Well, I guess you just know. Nothing is same. Your thoughts are elsewhere. Nothing appears right. And yet, everything seems to be so. You wake up in the morning. And you begin to dream. You open the window to marvel at the view outside. But you think the view inside your heart is more beautiful. You gaze at the sunrise. But you think this is not what brings light in your life. You look at the greenest of the valleys. Yet you think there is more greenery in your life. You notice the morning dew sliding down the rose petals. But you think of the tears on someone's face. You see the vast expanse of daffodils smiling at you. And you think they are cheerful because you will be introducing them to someone special tonight. Colorful butterflies hover near the multitudes of white lilies. Only for you to be convinced that the nectar they will find is nowhere as sweet as someone's voice. You look towards the sky. Full of white shapes against the blue backdrop. Limitless it is. And yet you think that it is smaller than someone's embrace. You walk barefoot on the wet grass. But you are certain that you are aware of a more tender touch. You look into the clear waters of the lake. You hope to find youself. Instead, you see someone else as your reflection. You walk alone on a dusty road. Yet you think someone is walking besides you. You stand on the shore waiting for the waves to come and kiss your feet. But you remember your last goodbye to someone with great poignancy. A breeze comes along and touches your face. But you are engulfed by thoughts of that someone whose fragrance the wind brought along. When the rain falls, you think of all the moments you shared with someone. When you hear the violins being played, you imagine swaying to that tune with someone. When you see the wide branches of that giant tree in the middle of the field, you wish you were sitting on the thickest one holding someone's hands and swinging your legs like kids. You look at a glorious sunset. But you think someone's smile is more bewitching. Millions of stars are twinkling up above. But they fade away compared to the twinkle in someone's eyes. You look at the resplendent moon. You say that you have known someone with far greater radiance. When you go to sleep, you listen to someone's silence. And this dream about someone continues to the next day, for every day of your life...
Shakespeare wrote in A midsummer night's dream,"It is not night when I do see your face." If these lines hold some meaning to you, then you know. You know you are in love...
Sunday, February 7, 2010
Just close my eyes only to see you...
Just close my eyes only to see you
On the hill where the sun bids adieu
And sing merry birds before they rest
Now holding each other's quiet hands
Under the shadows of the old banyan
Reflecting in the blue waters beneath
Nothing between this sky, this earth
Can even describe my feelings tonight
Do listen to this silence which speaks
Because your heart shall know it right
Twilight be the hour of our separation
And what lies ahead we do not know
Wonder now if it was meant to be so
Open my eyes only to be alone again
On the hill where the sun bids adieu
And sing merry birds before they rest
Now holding each other's quiet hands
Under the shadows of the old banyan
Reflecting in the blue waters beneath
Nothing between this sky, this earth
Can even describe my feelings tonight
Do listen to this silence which speaks
Because your heart shall know it right
Twilight be the hour of our separation
And what lies ahead we do not know
Wonder now if it was meant to be so
Open my eyes only to be alone again
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