Spiritual Masturbation – Who is left in the room, a Monk or a Gangster ? (a journey of awakening

A sudden tap on the weak wooden door in the middle of night, as the Monk opened the door a man appeared who looked extremely hurried and carrying a gun, introduced himself as a wildlife hunter, who lost his way. Below is the conversation between the Unknown man & the Monk

Unknown man: Can I come in, I’m very very thirsty ?
Monk (Calm & peaceful): Come, be my guest. Have a seat, I’ll get you water.

As he stepped in, he saw the room had nothing except the very basics, a dim lit lamp which made it hard to see the room in it’s entirety unless you focus very sharply, some books and a bed sheet covering the floor (with no bed). Finding this to be a safe place, he kept his gun aside and sat on the only wooden chair he saw in the room. The calmness in the room was very enticing and it made him to be at a little ease.

Monk: Here, please accept it
Unknown Man: Thank you

Monk: You look hurried and lost; can I be of any help to you?
Unknown Man: I came with few friends, they were hunting too and I was left behind. I was lost and felt extremely thirsty and had to tap your door to ask for water.
(I can’t tell him the truth)

Monk: I feel good to be able to help
Unknown Man: Do you live here alone?

Monk: Yes, I’m a monk and the monastery is near, where I go to pray and meditate in the day and I come back here to sleep
Unknown Man: Meditate all day? You must be kidding, right?
Monk (Smiling, sat on the floor near the wooden chair and said nothing)
Unknown Man: …Because, I remember when I was a child my mother use to take me to church for some crap meditation sessions, if I closed my eyes for two minutes, I felt I was dead, it was the worst feeling.

Monk: You are right; meditation is a state of mind to experience the ‘Living dead’.
Unknown Man: ‘Living dead’?

Monk: A meditative state of mind is that of a drug addict, who at the height of their ecstasy, experiences the sensations beyond the body. And any external experience beyond the sensation of our body is considered dead, even though we are living, thus ‘Living dead’

Unknown Man:
(Then I must be the best ‘Living dead’ person, I spent my entire life on drugs. This man talks more crazy than he looks in this orange robe dress, but I can’t leave his place too I have to stay here, because the rival gang members who are chasing me if they even get a hint of my whereabouts they will kill me. So, to stay here for some more time either I have to kill this monk talking non-sense or I’ll have to bear some more of his useless talks)

Yes, I know what you mean I have had few drug overdoses in my past, I can relate to that feeling of ‘Living dead’, but I can never close my eyes to meditate
Monk: (Smiled again and said nothing)

Unknown Man: Why do you meditate anyways?
Monk: So I can avoid doing drug overdose, to seek the truth

Unknown Man (Laughed for the first time): So even monks can have sense of humor too.
Monk (Smiled again and said nothing)

Unknown Man: What truth are you after, ask me I’m wise, I have fixed few people and shown them the right direction
(By killing them)
Monk: The truth, which helps me define or give a meaning to my existence, with the knowledge and then the wisdom I acquire from it.

Unknown man: Knowledge and Wisdom, what are you talking about? How do they differ?
Monk (Smiled again, took a pause and then said): Knowledge is knowing tomato is a fruit, and wisdom is knowing not to put it in fruit salad

Unknown Man (Busted and laughed loudly this time): So monks do have a good sense of humor too, I thought they are good for nothing and are just social outcast, who are running around with baldhead and weird clothes.
(Immediately realizing what he said)

Did I offend you by saying that?
Monk (Calmly and Smiling): No, because I have long given up on relating to this (pointing to himself) physical identity, and my ‘Living dead’ practice have helped me to control my reactions to the other’s actions, so your conscious have to do lot more to offend my consciousness.

Unknown Man (Paused and not knowing how to react and then said):

Monks are supposed to be celibate, then why this much Intellectual/Spiritual masturbation, explain me as you would explain this to a kid, in plain and simple English. Religious people like you have always confused me.
Monk: (Smiling very calmly): I’m not religious

Unknown Man (Confused): What? If not you, then who else can be called religious? Not me for sure, because I left going to church long back .God and I don’t go along well these days
(This Monk, don’t know I’m a Gangster, who murders & thug people for living, if the other rival gang members were not following me now, I would have cut this monk too for fusing my brain cells)
Monk: Religious person is a believer, he believes in things which he has not experienced himself sometimes, such as GOD, a heaven or hell. Thus those are based on assumptions or imaginations, they may or may not be true, but he is forced to believe in them in a controlled way, which deprives them of a freewill and seeking the truth.
It’s like telling a tourist who has come in to see the ocean, to walk on straight path for 1000km and by suggesting him; the road would up end up adjacent to the ocean. The tourist who will blindly follow the instructions to take this path is following an assumption. What if there is No Ocean in the end? What if in fact the ocean was very near from where he started walking? Which of course he did not look, because he had to follow a path for 1000 km as instructed. What if there is no path at all after walking 100km?

The assumptions are good sometimes to be made, but that also means without a conclusive truth backing it, one man’s assumptions/belief’s will always clash with other man’s assumptions/beliefs someday but definitely one day. And thus the chaos and fights in the world, because most of us lack the ability of acceptance, compassion to deal with these difference.

Unknown Man (Nodding and now started thinking): Who are you then? And what is your recipe for the world peace?
(I should not be even asking about the world peace, when I’m the reason to create chaos to lives around me)
Monk: (Smiling again): I’m a seeker of truth, the truth
• That makes me conscious of my inner self,
Helps me reflect on my thoughts, feelings, beliefs and motivations, teaches me to be objective and forgiving to myself.

• Gives me ability to develop my true potential or self actualize
Helps me create my blueprint for my beliefs, values, morality (choosing right and wrong), rules and experiences

• The knowledge/ intellect to define the meaning of my existence
The purpose of life is nothing, except of what you create. This purpose puts all of my physical, emotional, and intellectual potentials to good use, sustains me during my trying times, and gives me something to look forward to, a goal to achieve, a destination to reach.

• And the wisdom to find the relatedness with my environment
Recognizing my connection to all things around me, tends to make me feel more humble and respectful of everything. It makes me appreciate everything and everyone around me. It moves me to go beyond my comfort zone and reach out to other people, and become a better steward of all other things around me.

Ritual and prayer, along with questions of Nirvana and Salvation are directly connected with religious faith; this is why religion is something we can perhaps do without. What we cannot do without are these basic qualities of human spirit–such as love and compassion, patience, tolerance, forgiveness, contentment, a sense of responsibility, a sense of harmony, which bring happiness to both self and others

Unknown Man (Now in complete awe of this Monk, but still mockingly said): And what is your recipe of world peace then?
Monk: I’m aware of my limitations to change the world, but I’m also very much aware of my Individual contribution to make a difference, my awareness to deal with chaos, and acceptance to the differences will lead to world peace.

Where there is righteousness in the heart, there is a beauty in the character
When there is beauty in the character, there is harmony in the home
When there is harmony in the home, there is an order in the nation
And when there is order in the nation, there is peace in the world

Peace always will start from within, your own self, from your own contribution.

Unknown Man (Speechless, complete silence- opened his mouth to say something then paused, clears his throat and then pause, the calmness in the dim lit room consumes the silence)

(Self-realization, individual contribution, peace, harmony, beliefs, morality, I have read these words before, I remember long back in school, but I’m too late to change anything in my life now. I’m a gangster and that is a fact, I have killed people, looted them, given them pain and suffering and made endless enemies, this monk is playing with my head. My offended GOD must have sent me to this man on purpose, to make a mess of my already chaotic life)

I’m a gangster
Monk (Calm & composed without moving an inch of his muscle): I already have guessed

Gangster: How do you mean you guessed?
Monk: There is no wildlife or jungle nearby. The panic with which you tapped my door in middle of night, the hurriedness to come inside, the loose gun, the half sipped glass of water only even when you said you was extremely thirsty, all this tells me you are not lost, but being chased.

Gangster (realizing he can’t match up with Monk’s Intellect): So were you not afraid I could harm you or even kill you?
Monk (Smiling): Death should never be feared, if you have lived wisely. But yes, I would have given you a good resistance, to avoid being killed mercilessly, which is something I could have controlled.

Gangster (Now being at little ease with the Monk): You are a brave Monk
Monk: And you are a brave too

Gangster: How am I brave?
Monk: ..because you decided to talk than to kill me, and It takes courage to resist the temptation.

Gangster (Not sure to laugh or smile or feel amazed): But I have killed other people, and caused lot of havoc in their lives
Monk: Sometimes the presence of ‘evil’ is the only thing, that makes the ‘good’ to deserve and prove its purity above it

Gangster: But who say’s I’m turning good ?
Monk: Your long pauses while talking tells me; there is some room for self-realization.

Gangster: I’m a gangster
Monk: I see you no different than me

Gangster: How do you mean?
Monk: You are doing this to have a life of wellbeing, so am I, so our motivations are the same, only difference is the paths we have taken- which can be corrected.

Gangster: I have killed people, do you not understand? Your path is completely the opposite of my path and there is no common ground and there is no turning back for me now.
Monk: The woman churning curd into butter, she has to pull one end of the rope, and let the other end go otherwise the rope will break. Contradictions and polarities are two ends of the same rope. You can pull one end and let the other end go. The choice is on us to make

Gangster: What will I get, even if I take your path, this crap room with no bed and dim light? I’m better off looting people; I at least have a lifestyle
Monk: You will get peace

Gangster: And who will decide who’s path is right?
Monk: You will decide for yourself. The path, which gives you ultimate happiness, is the correct path. If you can forgive yourself and still continue with your path, you should never change. If however, you have remorse, have self-regret, and feel un happy about it, then you will know you can’t continue on this path.

Gangster (Paused, speechless and with heavy throat): I confess, but I can’t let myself accept the truth, it will make me burn myself with self-regret and remorse
Monk: Three things cannot be long hidden, the sun, the moon and the truth

Gangster: But
Monk: There are only two mistakes one can make along the path of truth, one- not going all the way, the second- not starting.

Gangster: It’s too late for me to even try
Monk: A Jug fills drop by drop, any work started is always half done

Gangster (Speechless and thinking)
(Why everything this Monk is saying is making sense to me all of a sudden. It’s amazing how we imagine that just these few alphabets will someday arrange themselves in a way that everything will suddenly make perfect sense. A permutation of known words, suddenly bringing forward a previously unknown meaning.)

I have many enemies, and my life is always in danger, how can I be at peace

Monk: He who loves 10 people, will have 10 foes, he who loves no one, will have no enemies. If you have enemies that tell me you can love too. And when you will spread love and happiness to others, you will always be at peace.

Thousands of candles can be lit from a single candle, and the life of the candle will not be shortened. Happiness never decreases by being shared similarly love is the nectar, which will one day glue the most rusted hearts.

Gangster: What if I get caught and get killed
Monk: You can get killed right now too regardless, so when you can’t control the outcome, you should only focus on changing your perspective. There is nothing more dreadful than living in doubt, just to avoid the death, which is our ultimate truth.

But what if you lived? How would you then change your life and the lives around you? Or would you just still want to live like this, so you could somehow avoid being killed?

Gangster (Suddenly started sobbing and crying with tears in his eyes, feeling embarrassed too):
Complete silence in the room, the silence of calmness, the silence of self-realization and the silence of self-actualization

I’m sorry, I’m sorry. I never cried as far as I can remember, I can’t control them and I’m not sure why?
Monk: I’m glad you did, for only a person with emotion can have compassion for others and for one’s own self.

Gangster: Can you be my teacher?
Monk (Very calm and Smiling): Teacher can never do more than showing a door, but then you have to come and walk inside with your own convictions. What we talked is all I could offer

Gangster: Then at least tell me, what exactly I need to do to correct my path?
Monk: It’s always better to travel well, than to arrive by a set destination provided by someone.

The whole secret of existence is to have no fear. Never fear what will become of you, depend on no one. Only the moment you reject all help are you freed. Believe nothing, no matter where you read it, or who said it, no matter if I have said it, unless it agrees with your own reason and your own common sense.

Your suffering may guide you to your path, a path to attain higher knowledge and wisdom to accept and embrace the truth.

Because if your perspective is right, suffering is always creative, it always gives rise to something new and productive. And to understand everything, you have to develop the ability to forgive everything, which is a sole and self journey.

Gangster (Tears still in the eyes and the longest pause):

( I don’t know why am I crying? Why am I feeling this calm for the first time? Why am I not feeling chaotic? What have changed in me to see this monk as a teacher, when I was ready to kill him two hours ago? Who am I? What is my path? What is my purpose? Will I achieve that with what I’m doing-being a gangster?

Why is my gut telling me I need to seek the truth? I have to seek the truth. I have to accept the truth)

I want to meditate now.
Monk (peacefully smiling without a word, the calmness in the room is enticing it seems this calmness can drink and evaporate the entire chaos of  this universe):

I’m glad you want to, can I offer you my clothes which I’m wearing (requesting with his hands fold), I don’t have another set of robe here. This may help you detach from the identity you are carrying right now, to experience the new you. I’ll accept to wear your clothes.

Gangster and Monk exchanged clothes. Gangster wearing orange robe now and Monk accepted to wear his trouser and ‘Black Jacket’.

As the Monk and Gangster were meditating, the door got kicked and it flew open, 2 men carrying guns in devilish rush, pointed and fired 6 rounds of bullets to the man wearing ‘Black’ jacket and quickly they left. The other man in the room is still meditating.

QUESTION:

WHO IS LEFT IN THE ROOM NOW? THE GANGSTER or THE MONK?

THINK.

P.S: Sometimes the old forgotten friend we use to call as ‘Silence’, still do wonders in our modern and complex lives, by helping us connect to a state of realisation, which is beyond the sensation of our bodies – the state of Meditation, the state of ‘Living Dead’.

Authored & Created by : Anup D.

FATHER OF A NAMELESS SON – all about loving ur parents

I’m standing in my balcony and it’s very cold
My eyes are weak, but I still see the sign on my only property, which says ‘to be sold’
I now have a thin body and my wife and I are both eighty year old
She is ailing and lying on the sofa shivering with her hands fold
Nowhere to go and no one to talk with and behold
No choice left, but to be self-consoled
Only tree left in my garden is ‘alpine gold’

The view from my balcony is very clear
Sometimes thoughts of unfulfilled desires only come near
Instead of going away, they rather bark like a deer
I have a son who was born in ‘leap year’ (29th Feb-Only comes once in 4 years)

I remember the first time when I held my dear
Seeing those eyes and angelic face, my heart’s emotion did nothing but stir
My love for him was only pure and sincere
There was a time, when my front courtyard was filled with his cheer

I was working then as a young engineer
Every day I was dying to get back home to see the God’s souvenir (Gift)
Watching those small little hands and tiny ear
It was like to seeing your heart walking outside your body and that feel of fear
Our lives without him was ‘completely hollow’ that was so crystal clear
God please do something and make him reappear

I remember his complete school days
Working for him till midnights, to complete his essays
That helping him out with his tense, nouns and phrase
Answering his millionth question, with same excitement and craze
Those innocent acts and naughty plays
Why are my eyes wet now remembering those dusted thoughts and decays?

Heaven must be very small, because I could see it in his shining small eyes
My boy was becoming a handsome youth and I blessed him to always rise
His mother and I slept and skipped our many meals and rice
So we could save for him and thus he never have to live short and compromise

But I could never understand, what turned him towards us to see us with despise
He rudely denied our love for him, which was our saddest surprise
First time he held his mother’s arm and gave me his red eyes
I’m sure I would’ve done something wrong to give him a ‘No smoking’ advise
Only a child has this power, to become the sweetest or most painful devise

I remember one day when he was on the terrace
I saw him taking drugs with his friend called ‘Ferras’
I told him to please stop and explained him the evil of this virus
He told me to get away and don’t make him embarrass

On several occasions after this, he screamed at us and implied
‘I don’t need your bloody love, so don’t bother me and stay outside’
His mother still thinks about those painful memories and cries
Her eyes have emptied out and dried
It pains my heart to think, he is now not with us alongside
Oh Almighty! , Don’t please show this day to any father worldwide

My son got married to the most beautiful girl
I was extremely elated and gifted them diamond and pearl
He use to abuse and be rude to us in front of his wife
Those words pierced me from inside, like it was a deep cut from a knife
I could never understand the reason of this disconnect
But I still could not neglect him ever or object
Only thing I wanted was some reasonable respect
I swear I did everything I could to love him more and reconnect

I wondered why, this strange distance was beginning to arise
God I must have done something silly or unwise
I still can’t tell, why he could not realize our love and our cries
He left us lonely one day so easily, without even saying goodbyes
I consoled my wife, who froze completely, standing still like when someone dies
‘Grant me oh God’ just one wish, to please let me go back to that day and revise
What did we do wrong that we lost that precious prize?
I need the answers from you to my entire Why’s

Was my purpose just to raise him good, educate him well and pay his loan?
Did I burn my entire youth, for absolutely nothing to call my own?
Can you tell if his mother rightly got, what she deserves?
Was that fair that she lost her speech and now only lifelessly she observes?

They say dusk is just an illusion, because sun is either below the horizon or above
Despite this room being absolutely empty, only for you ‘my son’ there is lot of love
Some things can’t coexist at the same time with each other and even without, such as a day and a night
‘I don’t know my mistakes my dear son’, but I’ll pray you raise your child forthright

The view from my balcony is very clear
‘My son’ I can still see this empty courtyard and remember your cheer
I know you were born in leap year
But we still celebrate your birthday each year
I still do remember, when I held you first time my dear
I could die for those small hands and tiny ear
My love for you is pure and sincere
If I get to know that you are happy, then I can leave this earth without any fear

I’m standing in my balcony and it’s very cold
I can’t see the chopping of my only tree ‘alpine’ gold
I wish someone would listen to my wife, after my final hands fold
The pain she have within her is hidden and untold
I wish he would visit us before the angel from heaven takes us away
‘My son show me your face just once, come back please please and don’t delay’

-From a father of a ‘Nameless Son’

P.S: Most beautiful thing in this world is to see your parents smiling and knowing that you are the reason behind that smile. ‘Our birth’ itself is such a debt on each one of us, that we can never ever repay it no matter what, the very least we can do is to keep our parents happy and respect them.

 

Created & Authored by : Anup D.

DON’T KNOW WHY? -do new clocks always show 10:10 ?

When you buy a new clock, it always shows the time as 10:10, did you ever realized?
I once thought of this and one interesting thing I analyzed

I’ll try and explain this in a simple way, for someone to relate
If you don’t like it, you of course can curse me more in public on a Facebook update

A scientist once placed 5 monkeys in a cage
They were all very sophisticated, educated and had sage

He put a ladder in the middle and kept few bananas on the top
As expected monkey’s started jumping with excitement without a stop

But every time any monkey went up the ladder to eat
He soaked rest of monkeys with cold water from head to feet

After a while, every time a monkey climbed the ladder for banana eating
The moment he came down from ladder, rest of them mercilessly stared beating

Now after sometime, no monkey dared to go up the ladder regardless of the temptation
All were behaving as if they have come on very composed family vacation

Scientist then decided to substitute one of the monkey
New one immediately jumped up the ladder like a superman called ‘Spunky’

Little did ‘Spunky’ knew when he got down
Other would beat him up left, right and center to give him the welcome crown

After several beatings ‘Spunky’, accepted not even to look up and try
Even though he never knew the reason why

Now the 2nd monkey was substituted and same thing occurred
‘Spunky’ also took part in this beating the new member, even adding his curse word

The 3rd monkey was changed and the same thing was repeated
The beatings of this 3rd one got more violent and heated

4th monkey was replaced and he saw the bananas kept uneaten
The sec. he stepped down he was thrashed and beaten

Finally the 5th one was replaced
After his beatings, his face was red like a tomato paste

Now what was left in cage were 5 new monkey
Chunky, Clunky, Funky, Hunky and our very dear superman ‘Spunky’

Even though these handsome faces never got cold shower
But they continued to attack any monkey, who even looked up at banana flower

No one knows the actual reason of doing this and thus not amend
They are just doing the same thing, like following an invisible fashion trend

Had it been possible to ask these monkeys, as in, why they would beat up all those?
Whosoever attempted to go up the ladder to touch that banana rose

I bet you, they would answer

“I don’t know, but that’s how the things are done here and I don’t have a clue”
Why clocks are still kept at 10:10, is the same reason without a logic view

Few of us might be thinking, this sounds familiar to situations in my life
Where I can’t answer why am I doing the same things like a robotic surgical knife?

Other may be thinking, it does not relate to me because I’m wise
But why then do you remain confused, stuck up sometime in thoughts, decisions and situations you guys?

They say, it’s insanity to expect a different result from the same actions
Our life is a canvas of some sorted and confused abstractions

So whenever you get stuck up, are confused and decide to give up and stay
Remember, there is always a different way to do things in a better way, a better way and a better way

Created & Authored by: Anup D.

AWKWARD LOVE- When Grandpa Meets Juliet

If I have a girl friend one day

I assume moon will shine better than usual and spray

 

Sunshine will be weighted in abundance in kilo ton

Sun will remain throughout the night to say, Oh my boy you Won, You Won

 

Air somehow I feel would have that special fragrance all around

Even lion’s in Jungle won’t disturb me and shush themselves to make no sound

 

I’m worried what will I say, If she’ll ask me, how much I love her in a haste ?

How can you explain someone, how does the water taste?

 

Can I say, ‘I’ll try my best to like you like an 8, cos it never end’

‘How about we stop the words now and just hug and blend’

 

I may not be her first kiss or her first love

But somewhere far, ending is always best when a horizon meets a dove

 

‘You don’t have to be perfect for anyone, including me’

‘I’ll have to find perfection in the way you are, is the key’

 

I need someone one day

Who also could tell me, ‘even when you’re boring but you’re still Ok’

 

I feel awkward to say this and shy, but ‘can I call you mine’?

I wish she would reply to this by saying, ‘That’s not my name my dear, ‘I’m yours’ on cloud nine’.

 

I can’t understand any bookish romance

Where Romeo ‘n’ Juliet die young, whenever they get a chance

 

Rather I want to become that Grandpa taking my Juliet to france

Where even the stars may shy away, when they see us both dance.

 

@Created & Authored by:- Anup D.

HOW TO MANUFACTURE BROKEN WATCHES- BE A BULLY

They all say I’m a broken watch, who looks ugly and should be thrown aside
But then why does my mummy say, ‘You’re my prince and my pride’?

My name is ‘Aayan’ and my age is ten
But why does everyone in my school, tease me and call me a ‘Fat Hen’?

My daddy once said ‘You’re my golden son, whose name have a very good sound ‘
But why does my classmates always beat me and throw me to the ground?

Once I went to my priest uncle, he said every child has a God inside
But why does everyone mock me everyday and say ‘You fat, you ugly and now go away and hide’
I don’t trust my priest uncle anymore, because he don’t know where does the GOD reside
I will tell him that no one sits with me, at lunchtime alongside

Mummy, why did you keep me in dark by calling me your prince?
Why did you not tell me, I look very ugly ever since?

Papa, you also are not good at all, I should say
Why did you keep telling me I’m your golden son, in your fake sweet way?
When everyone just laughs on me and throws me away

I promise, I will never talk to any of you anymore
Because I’m now shutting my door
I don’t love myself, but now abhor

P.s:
A Bully: Who uses one’s superior strength of influence to intimidate someone, typically to force him or her to do what one wants, and not every child knows how to handle a bully, it can have long term psychological effects.

Some alarming figures:

>Kids bullied 3 times or more show sighs of great depression
>Kids bullied 9 times or so, shows signs of possible suicidal tendencies
>250,000 kids report being bullied each month, these are just the ones which gets reported

To stop this manufacturing of broken watches, DON’T BE JUST A BY STANDER to a someone being bullied, SAY SOMETHING.

@Authored & Created by: Anup D.

A CONCEPT CALLED GOD

I always wondered, why would a believer turn into a non-believer and take this U turn?
Unless he is absolutely sure, that there is NO hell waiting to take him away to burn

There could be only two possibilities, for this to happen in my mind
Either, he thinks, of him possessing all Godly qualities in his ego blind
Or he takes a step forward to declare himself as a GOD, of this universe combined

But when I deeply thought, I concluded in the true sense of the word
That he is still not completely rejecting, but rather affirming, the presence of this supreme Invisible bird
So to call him theist and not an atheist is not that absurd
To me his basic sense of reasons are confused and blurred
So can I present you with my own rationales, as an option third?
So can I peacefully say, I reject HIS presence, without making it sound like a ‘curse’ word?

‘Do you believe, in a concept called GOD?’
To reject his presence, is against a popular belief and a bit odd

It’s not easy for anyone, to stand on their feet and face the difficulties and wild storm
So may be depending on this ‘concept called God’ becomes our most convenient painkiller balm
For someone who can challenge and revolt against a popular belief and still not feel weak
This breed of convictions is museum’s material, because it’s very rare and antique

I think that any man, who has some reasoning power
Would always question the Invisible tower
He always tries to understand the life and people around him, without blindly accepting and blinking
Merciless criticism and Independent thinking are two pillars of any revolutionary thinking
I can’t claim these thoughts are completely my own
But these are collective conscious I acquired after learning; reading and now I represent their clone

Our forefathers because of lack of truth and short of reasons, evolved some kind of faith in thing called ‘Supreme being’
Everyone tried to solve the mysteries of life, with their own vision and foreseeing
To back this logic, thus came different religions for your and my well-being
Every religion claims they are true and most liberating and freeing
And we accepted them without reason to question them or disagreeing

If one is led to believe in, after rigorous reasoning of this GOD’s concept or theory
His convictions and beliefs should be deeply appreciated by gifting him with red cherry
For even if his reasons are flawed and controversial like an intention of a butcher’s knife
Chances are he may be corrected someday, because reasons are guiding principles of his life

But if he is actually there, then I only have just few questions to ask
Why is Mr. Almighty still wearing an invisible mask?

What’s the real reason for him to create this earth or universe please let me know?
If he has all the powers to change things, then what pleasure he is getting watching this merciless show?
The world is full of woe, and grief and countless miseries
Is HE enjoying by putting the salt on the injuries?

How would you defend your Omnipresent, and this heaven’s immigrant?
For HE is not less than ‘Genghis Khan’, the mighty, the brilliant
Who in our recorded history, is termed as the most gruesome militant
For his ego and pleasure he killed thousands of innocent
Then how is our Mr. Heaven’s Vincent?
Different than him, who too is enjoying his morbid pleasures by playing his evil instrument?

You will say, that it is to reward the sufferer and punish the evildoer in the hereafter.
Well, well,
How far will you justify a man who first inflicts injuries on your body and then applies soft and soothing laughter?

SO would you also justify the supporters and organizers of Gladiator bouts?
Who use to throw men before half starved lions, to be peeled like a grain’s sprout
Because they too later cared and looked after Gladiators very well
Those who managed to somehow escape that staged death’s smell

So to believe in concept called God, is that not our guilty pleasure?
Think about this when you are at your leisure
Is this not to cover our weaknesses and use it as our defensive measure?
Cos philosophies only come, when we have emptied our reasoning treasure

P.S: Thank GOD for giving me the courage to write this without offending you… I hope no offence taken? Please confirm.

GOD BLESS US ALL!

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THICK as THIEVS – true friendship

We don’t expect anything of each other
But I can count on him, in any troubles like my brother

When I have given up on myself like every other
My bursting soap bubble, was carried by him further & further

They say a true friendship is the quality, which would
Mean that you effortlessly understand and are understood

If a ZEBRA, who is blind to see what he could
A GIRAFFE would always come for his rescue ,like a robin hood.

P.S: Remember smiles never tears, remember your age from your true friends and never years

FEELINGS don’t RETIRE

P.S : Sachin Tendulkar, the greatest cricketer of all times, the collective pride of INDIA !

Created by :Anup D.

JESUS RODE a HARLEY DAVIDSON

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BEAUTY of DRUGS -Addiction

P.s: ohh don”t worry – not everyone dies of drug abuse , some faces actually do live to tell their stories

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THE DESTROYER -God shiva

P.s : Lord Shiva ,the mythological Indian GOD, who is the destroyer of evil

He’s like ‘Amitabh Bacchan’ of heaven (Angry young god -in his “Tandav” pose n the famous “Third Eye” )

Go for the KILL

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