The Divine Connection
What good is the body without the soul? It is like prayers without devotion or loving without emotion. Spiritualism allows us to communicate with the inner soul, the subconscious mind or the supreme power which lies within oneself. Many people believe that such power cannot be in the possession of the mortals, it remains under the ownership of the Divine, the Almighty, who we generally refer to as ‘God’.
I believe in every human does rest the eternal prowess. The inner soul needs to be awakened as it waits for your call. Only then will it be able to guide your actions. Once enlightened, the soul has the Divine message which helps the naïve human lead a purposeful life. Such an enlightened being, never hurts the fellow soul. He upholds the virtues of humanity, is serene and composed under pressure. He can never go wrong, because he has complied with the divine message. He will not hate his enemy, but will unconditionally love his kin. He knows no malice; he will pardon the wrong-doer and commit no sin. He will be the ‘One’, who you and I with all reverence call God. It hence follows that god lies within each and every one of us. The futility of the human being lies in the fact that he keeps looking for his God, which dwells in himself.
In our past paced lives, we fail to invoke the soul, who keeps waiting for our call. Hence, our actions are guided by the mind and not the soul. This perhaps explains why we cannot feel one with the lord, or one with our own self. They say, “To err is human, to forgive is Divine”. Probably the biggest mistake made by the human was to demarcate himself from the divine. He failed to recognize the inherent divinity bestowed on him by his creator. He never realized that he was worthy to be called as the God’s child. He allowed the mind to take control of his action, which was guided by treachery, vengeance, lust and malevolence. He began hating the fellow human. The consequences of this hatred are dire. The world today is a victim of terrorism. The virtues of brotherhood serve no purpose as the mind here is not emancipated. We live in a world where we are subjected to break-neck competition. Every individual is an arch-rival; we have to out-do him to survive. The definition of living has changed. Life has become a measure of ones success. Our mottos are defined by our flamboyant aspirations. We seek no solace, but wealth; in the pursuit what we lose is not just sleep but our health. When character can be our biggest possession, we chose to count on our riches. We are never satiated with what we have. We are driven by lust of power and greed.
In the transit, man lost his connection with his lord. Hence, he resorted to religion which defines the form of the lord, lists a set of prayers to recite and hymns to chant. Then this religion further fragmented. People took pride in calling themselves Hindus, Christians or Muslims. Constitution of many countries gives to its citizens the ‘Right to exercise any Religion’. But in this process, man differentiated the Lord, single entity which guards the world. Every religion preaches of love and affection for a fellow human being, upholds the values of tolerance and emphasizes on having faith in goodness. The purpose of every religion is to allow its follower to lead a life of serenity and good deeds. Still, we have terrorism in the name of ‘Jihad’ and vote banks for the sake of ‘Hindutva’. No religion speaks of violence as a means to make ends meet. Yet the naïve human chose to trust his ignorance and in the process has committed one sin after the other. He has exploited the very existence of his creator. He fails to realize that his every action is accounted for and one day he will have to pay the price as well as bear the fruits of each kind of his deed.
We live an era when the budget of a country allots large funds for its defence and security. The security system of a country fails due to repeated attacks of terrorism, communal riots and dastardly acts all committed in the name of religion. Religion today does not remain an instrument to seek the divine connection; instead it has become a deterrent in the path of human evolution. It has allowed the human to drift away from his inner soul, which had been the very purpose of instituting it.
In times when the world is ravaged by war, where hatred and evil persist, it is imperative to enlighten the inner soul and follow the divine commandments; for these alone will allow us to be a part of one world which practices the religion of Humanity; a world which is not torn into fragments by religion and extremist philosophies. If mankind still fails to realize the futility of war in the name of religion, he will soon build a path for self destruction and a day will soon come when the very existence of the human being would be questionable.
Monday, April 20, 2009
Marred by Death
Marred by Death
After a tiring day of submissions and tests at college, I reached home late in the evening. Just then my phone screamed to life resounding the doleful number- “I still”. On line was a friend who trembled as he informed me of the death of a common friend. I felt my reflexes go weak. “Are you sure you know what you are saying?” I feebly repeated. By the end of a minute or two I was convinced that she was really gone…….. gone forever…….never to return……..in the laps of eternal sleep……never to wake up again……
Why, when, how…….I never asked anything, just pondered over the fact that something so dire can also await a twenty year old. The tender age when your eyes look starry when you think of that special someone, they swell with ambition when you dream to reach the stars and are jubilant every time they see the dear ones who can identify the dreams captured in them. How can those eyes be shut so abruptly? How can those dreams be marred by something as brutal as death?
It was just a year or two ago when I had last seen her. She was so full of life! We were standing in the same queue to collect our forms to complete an admission process. She looked pretty, any stranger would turn back to notice her. We shared the same bench in school, played scrabble in the vacations. She had lots of toys, dolls and a two-storeyed bed. Her brown eyes had shone with delight when she got selected to be a part of the dancing troupe in a bollywood film. She was a graceful dancer. She was a pampered child but not really spoilt for choices….and today she was gone.
This brought me closer in understanding the finality of death. Death comes as one fatal blow; it never gives you another chance. How can you console her parents? They have not lost their daughter; but lost all their aspirations and dreams associated with her. What words of condolence would you offer her mother who would have harboured images of her daughter looking her best as a bride, ever since she turned twenty? Can one imagine the grief of a father who is always biased towards his daughters? How can it really happen that a person who brought cherished memories to them for twenty innocent years just walk out of their lives? Why was she blessed with just twenty years of life? Did god decide to not show her the darker side of a mature life? Was “He” really justified in taking this decision?
My grief had turned into fear. What if life just runs out of my soul? There are so many impending decisions to be taken, so many expectations to be met. A few more moments would not serve my purpose. I need many more years to face the challenges that “life” will offer me. I am really afraid of death. I would hate to call myself unfortunate if things don’t really work out the way I wanted, because somewhere I know I am luckier than ‘her’, because I can still breathe, still dream and still live! I cried incessantly. I was not left with much to do. I prayed to god so that her soul rested in peace, begged Him to give her parents and kin enough strength to face it all and thanked him earnestly for giving me a brand new life, every single day!
After a tiring day of submissions and tests at college, I reached home late in the evening. Just then my phone screamed to life resounding the doleful number- “I still”. On line was a friend who trembled as he informed me of the death of a common friend. I felt my reflexes go weak. “Are you sure you know what you are saying?” I feebly repeated. By the end of a minute or two I was convinced that she was really gone…….. gone forever…….never to return……..in the laps of eternal sleep……never to wake up again……
Why, when, how…….I never asked anything, just pondered over the fact that something so dire can also await a twenty year old. The tender age when your eyes look starry when you think of that special someone, they swell with ambition when you dream to reach the stars and are jubilant every time they see the dear ones who can identify the dreams captured in them. How can those eyes be shut so abruptly? How can those dreams be marred by something as brutal as death?
It was just a year or two ago when I had last seen her. She was so full of life! We were standing in the same queue to collect our forms to complete an admission process. She looked pretty, any stranger would turn back to notice her. We shared the same bench in school, played scrabble in the vacations. She had lots of toys, dolls and a two-storeyed bed. Her brown eyes had shone with delight when she got selected to be a part of the dancing troupe in a bollywood film. She was a graceful dancer. She was a pampered child but not really spoilt for choices….and today she was gone.
This brought me closer in understanding the finality of death. Death comes as one fatal blow; it never gives you another chance. How can you console her parents? They have not lost their daughter; but lost all their aspirations and dreams associated with her. What words of condolence would you offer her mother who would have harboured images of her daughter looking her best as a bride, ever since she turned twenty? Can one imagine the grief of a father who is always biased towards his daughters? How can it really happen that a person who brought cherished memories to them for twenty innocent years just walk out of their lives? Why was she blessed with just twenty years of life? Did god decide to not show her the darker side of a mature life? Was “He” really justified in taking this decision?
My grief had turned into fear. What if life just runs out of my soul? There are so many impending decisions to be taken, so many expectations to be met. A few more moments would not serve my purpose. I need many more years to face the challenges that “life” will offer me. I am really afraid of death. I would hate to call myself unfortunate if things don’t really work out the way I wanted, because somewhere I know I am luckier than ‘her’, because I can still breathe, still dream and still live! I cried incessantly. I was not left with much to do. I prayed to god so that her soul rested in peace, begged Him to give her parents and kin enough strength to face it all and thanked him earnestly for giving me a brand new life, every single day!
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