Sahi Yeah Galat !!!

What is right and what is wrong?? How do we exactly define these terms…..what do you mean by saying he did something right or wrong…..why am I supposed to feel good when I hear someone did something right or feel bad if someone did something wrong. Who decides what is right or wrong and from a person’s point of view why doing wrong thing is bad or right thing is good. Right or wrong may be assumed as broad classifications each including a set of actions which forms a good or bad opinion in the mind of an observer. Actually mentioning the action is also not necessary just using word right or wrong would suffice. For eg:- He wronged him….opinion:-he did something bad(no idea about the action)…..What I understand from general point of viewis if there is any court of law with God as judge wrong will be punished and right will be rewarded. But are the laws objective or subjective. For eg Opinion about killer:-“Killing a man”…this sounds wrong…..”Killing a man who is rapist, murderer, member of mafia”..now it seems right…..”Killing an innocent man”..sounds wrong…..”Killing an innocent man because family, relatives of the killer were threatened”..now it doesn’t sound so wrong its sort of neutral….So all the laws which decide whether an action was right or wrong are based on conditions. In each action if one person is harmed other gains from it. We can say action was right if gain>loss, neutral if gain=loss and wrong if loss>gain. But how do we measure gain or loss…to each his gain or loss is most important. If we are so eager to classify things in right or wrong there should be certain laws based on conditions which define measure of gain or loss. But who decides these conditions, who decides whether in certain given conditions performing certain action is right or wrong….Society can’t be relied upon. Through generations of mindless propaganda our whole society is biased towards weak. Weak ,politically financially or legally, have exploited their weakness in such a way that whole mass sympathize, respects weakness of weak more then strength of strong. In any action if weak people suffer its wrong no one cares about if strong person is gaining from it. Actually society is biased towards suffering. In any action if someone suffers we neglect whole good coming out of it and term that task wrong . We cant rely upon society because its biased and cant be a good judge. So if we cant rely upon society it leaves the individual himself. But can we leave the whole power of deciding whether what he did was right or wrong on him. Each person has his own point of view and his own set of right or wrong. Even terrorist believes, with their own reasoning’ that what they are doing is right. Here at this point it starts getting funny we say your conscience decides what is right or wrong…you feel guilty on doing something wrong and happy on doing something right. But if my conscience says something is right and it doesn’t concur with society’s point of view then it means I don’t have a conscience. So at the end its society’s opinion that matters most. But as I said before we cant let society , an emotional biased impractical creature, be the judge of such crucial decisions. And since I don’t believe God exists and even if it does he isn’t going to come down to decide whether each action is right or wrong…I don’t think things like right or wrong exists. There are just actions…actions which each individual perform for his betterment or pleasure and they cant be right or wrong because as I said before we don’t have any set of rules.

Random Thoughts

speechlesssome emotions bubbling insidewant to come out but am not getting the proper words or may i say am confused am speechless wordless so what is this that i am trying to write am still not sure just trying to align my thoughts and think concentrate on what is occupying my mind Is This Helping Am not even sure of that so what am I sure of -my speechlessness my confused state of mindwhich is not allowing me to think reasonably OK enough of this crape nough Enoughhhhh Enuffffffffffffffffffffffff StOp just STOP!!!!!!!!!!!

useless words

she said: i know that you've been plotting to get me back but i should tell you you're never gonna succeed at that he said: to do that to get you back i'll have to first acknowledge the fact that you're gone and i'm sorry i can't do that coz it hurts damn too much. and i'd never want you to come backcoz i did something or said something i'd want you to come because you loved me which you never will. i know you wouldn't ever believe it but the fact remains i want you to be happy

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छोटी छोटी, मगर मोटी बातें किसी के चेहरे पे हँसी बन खिलखिलाती हैं तो किसी की हँसी को आंसू बन खा जाती हैं किसी के टुकडों को बाँध कर सजाती हैं तो कभी किसी बंधन के टुकड़े कर जाती हैं कभी किसी डूबते को तिनके का सहारा देती हैं तो कभी किसी सहारे को तिनके सा बिखरा देती हैं ये छोटी छोटी बातें

WHAT A WONDERFUL THOUGHT

"The rising sun age old yet new & inspiring lighting upthe world with its soft pink rays; just watching the familiar hues dance on the still water i return to emotions that never truly left just as the sun sets it rises again wide arms embrasing a new day". - Listeins-

DIFFCULT :((

It is that terrible terrible time of the year again. And the worst part, I am standing at the other side of the threshold this time. It is quite sometime now, that I have been bitten by the nostalgia bug and as the days are rushing past I am almost losing my nerves. Every corner, every tree, every bit of soil, the doors, the windows seem to me like frames drifting in front of my eyes. And in those frames I either see myself, one, two, three, four, five years back or I see them like reels of a movie playing in front of my eyes, that I can only watch but not participate in. As I sit up this night, the thoughts are impossible to ward off. And now I must write this or I will probably never be able to sleep again (ok, I will sleep in the morning :D). Really does it have to be this difficult? Why do I have to fight tears two to three times daily and let them out once in every three four days? And it is getting worse everyday. For everyday, nay every hour I realize how much I love everyone here. Everyone. My friends, the best friends I ever had. My juniors, whom I have laughed with, advised, scolded, joked. I realize I love even the ones I do not know by name. And why, because they remind me of someone I was. Someone I have almost forgotten. It has been so terribly long, this stay in this amazing place. Boy, I have grown from a girl to a woman. I was a girl once, it is so so difficult to believe. And now, I have lost so much of myself. I have lost fear, I have lost the sense of suspense, the fantasies of unknown. Life has become mathematics, add, subtract, differentiate into little parts and integrate and presto, its your life. Wow I have a job, wow i,ll be independent. I guess I would not know as many people so well in my entire life as I have known in this 16 month. I am scared ! Scared to death. How am I supposed to move on? How many times in life do I have to move on? First time I moved on, I almost lost my sanity, what next ? And even after ranting all this, and a feeling of frustration sweeping over me for I have ran out of more words, I feel I should go on writing, for so huge is this feeling, its almost like a deluge, and I need my sleep. I don't don't don't want to leave all this. Can you stop time? please? And after typing it out I realize the stupidity of the whole thing. Of course I am meant to go, like all of them before me, like the ones who would leave after me. It has got to be this way. Life's just begun. I had become too comfortable with the false start 16 month ago. Its time now to finally bury the corpse of that little girl who walked up flyover bridge at the world's longest platform, with the rain beating lustily over the corrugated sheets, one sultry summer afternoon. Oh I can still smell it. Does it have to be this difficult? whatever neway just being lil' senti nd emotion :( so blurt out on my post it's allready another day the time is 5:00 in the morning nd from my side time 2 say nite nite untill i write next post.:((

Finally

Exam got over finally got placed have to join office 4om 23rd.Of this month complected MBA . A different life is waiting for me let's see what i'll be discovering in this journey of the unexplore expedition. next latter:)

MY HERO :)

I can’t help wondering today where the years have gone since you were just my little girl, Reaching out for me to hold you, to protect you, to love you I can’t help remembering those days, but I also see you as you are now- mature and strong, no longer in need of me to protect you I hope you know, that I am still here to hold you when you want me to and always, always to love you. That’s exactly how my dad feels every time I take a step forward in my life. I don’t want him to think that I am old enough to take care of myself. I don’t want him to let go of me thinking I know everything. It feels great to know that no matter what happens he will always be there for me to offer his unconditional love. I think there is nothing wrong in doing certain things that makes him feel better. If asking for permission every time I go out is what he wants, I would be happy to give him that small pleasure. If consulting him before making any decision is what he expects, why not give him that authority to do so. After all he was the one who made decisions about my life when I was young. I'm daddy's little girl, not because I need it...but because he loves me that way, and because I've been blessed with the maturity to see the wonder of it all.

Full circle

I like the concept of skipping ropes. No matter how high you jump, you always have to come back to earth with a thud.

DEAR GOD

Dear God, In my twenty three years of life, I have called Your name innumerable number of times, sometimes consciously, sometimes just out of habit, sometimes even just as an expression. I have been through good and bad times. I have thanked You whenever happiness came my way, perfectly certain that it was Your hand that brought me that wonderful gift. I have questioned You why, when things went the wrong way, again perfectly certain that it was Your doing. But never in these years have I ever stopped believing in You. My childhood, now only like a picture to me, shaped my thoughts and my beliefs about you. Brought up in a moderately religious Bhraman household, my first introduction to Your divinity was through my mother, who asked me to "Jai Jai karo" (Pay homage to God) when I woke up every morning, and I obeyed like a dutiful daughter, joining my sleepy hands towards the line of pictures, which my mother told me were impressions of Yours, and chanted a little Sanskrit shloka whose meaning I did not understand. When I reached school, I sent up another prayer, in another language, to another God and sang a hymn. I always liked the hymns, they gave me peace. I don't know if it was because, it was a prayer, or was it the music that I liked. Then the day would roll from English, to Science to Mathematics, to Geography, History and Moral Science. More than once each day I would encounter religion, secularism, communalism, prophets, fairies, miracles. The world was trying to tell me about You in a plethora of languages, through various stories, facts and myths. I did not quarrel with them. I did not want to choose between them, I wanted to choose You instead. I loved the epics, Ramayana and Mahabharata, which I came to know from the stories my father told me and the serials aired on Doordarshan. I loved the nativity story, that was enacted each year on Christmas in our school. I was enchanted with the miracles, and I believed they were true. My history books introduced me to Buddha, Mahavira, Muhammad the Prophet, and Guru Nanak. I was enchanted by the piety of Mira Bai, and the humanity of Sant Kabeer, the delirious devotion of Ramakrishna Paramhansa . I believed if I tried a bit hard I can be as close to You as they were. I believed when Moral Science books told that all religions lead to the same God. I was proud to know that ours is a secular country where every religion is treated as equal. Even after all the conflicting thoughts, theories and beliefs I came across, I never contested Your existence. I never disbelieved the different versions. But being of a very scientific disposition right from my childhood, what I did try was to find out about the origin of each belief, the rationale of each story. I tried to live in each of the ages when beliefs were being shaped throughout history. I tried to find, how much had people known about the earth, the sun, the moon, the universe, about the existence of other cultures, about the existence of other planets, in various periods of civilization. I wondered what would my story be if I really did not know that the earth is round and is revolving on its axis and causing the night to run after the day and vice versa. I don't not claim that I visited libraries and did extensive research on these subjects, and there was no internet around in those days. My sources were, History and Moral Science books, sometimes stories in English, Hindi text books, historical shows, epics and mythological serials on television, and discussions with my friends who all belonged to different religions, spoke different languages and had different set of beliefs. I remember a brief period that I did question Your existence, but that was because I was trying to ape my brother, and he was doing it to feel cool maybe. But I soon realized that there are numerous unanswered questions and I don't have answers to them. Considering our scientific progress till then, I conjectured that I would not get answers to those questions even in my life time. So I needed You, needed You to save me from those questions, just like my ancestors. But You had to be different for me, from what You were for them, for I knew more about the various mysteries of the universe than they did. At different times in my life I drew different pictures of Yours, each time laying the bricks of my knowledge on the scaffold of my imagination cementing them with my belief in You. When I was quiet young, about 8 years old, my favorite belief, though borrowed, was that You lived in every living creature, though in parts, but each part being a whole You. I loved trees, birds and beetles. I loved flowers, I loved animals, I loved the wild grass and the tiny little wild flowers. And so this belief was only apt, for it assured me that You were in me too. At about the age of twelve newer mysteries started unfolding in the little world inside my mind. The atom, being the smallest part of matter. The electrons revolving eternally around the nucleus under the attraction of protons. Why? Who makes them move? What is this attraction. Then again, why should You reside only in living creatures. Why not the non-living things. After all, even in non living objects, the tiny electrons go around the nucleus under a mad attraction, destined to do so for eternity. And how long, how desperately long eternity is. Life is probably just some chemical reactions. A weird idea struck me one day. Perhaps You are the atom, that small living body in everything living and non living object. Some mysterious power You have, You pervade the entire universe, not just our earth. You must be the creator of all. I don't have any arguments to defend this now. Few years later, I went through this harrowing time called adolescence. So many times I felt so utterly friendless. I remember I had written a letter to You, asking You to be my friend. And so You have been for me all these years. Like a friend, I have ignored You, and taken You for granted. Like a friend You have listened to me whenever I had anything to say. But today, there is a little more color that I want to add in this picture I made. You are my strength when it fails, You are my hope when it dies, You are my support when I fall. In other words You are my faith. help me God plzz plzzz..Help Me I need strength,I need power,I need you,I feel Lonaly ,I feel week..plzzz..Lord Help me give me an answer to my prayer..Lord plz Help Me.