An ISIS recruit's guide to God - Alternate route 1

Join ISIS! Rape a few hapless, behead any whom fingers point, drink some blood and if you don't like it add some sweet oil to it and try again. Wait impatiently for the next catch. Do this over and over until you think the girls don't cry like the way they used to, murder doesn't excite anymore, blood tastes like water! It's time to move on..

Take a mercenary jeep through the arid route to Pakistan. Join a militant organization, not because of the yearn to kill again, but for the thrill of infiltrating to India in the coldest of winters, neck deep in snow through the abominable exquisite Himalayas. An adrenaline rush no snake venom can give, dangerous and thrilling, yet without the slightest desire of being hailed by human race. The only award is self satisfaction. The first probable step to a long spiritual journey, being satisfied by own nature.

Treasure this whilst losing a few fingers in pursuit. It's time to move on again. Into the valley of Buddha in Leh.

Spend a few years in a Buddhist monarchy, without a calendar. Turn the prayer wheel everytime you utter 'Om Mani Padme Hum', till you forget your past and future. Till you forget time and age. Till you forget desire and decisions. Till you forget you. And then you finally meet you. Still. A piece of earth.

Freedom of thought

Would you doubt a person to be a fraud if he was a Muslim and did not fast in Ramadan or would you keep a suspicious eye on a man who fasts in Ramadan and wears a skull cap all the time? I have listened to people who genuinely feel either one of the above argument is true! Gandhi might different to this opinion, since he felt there are as many religions as the number of minds in this world. Ideas and Idols are thrown against our minds time and over.

School taught us about Right to equality, right to freedom of speech, to education, religion etc. Why wasn't there a right to freedom to think? Maybe it was too obvious, we are all free to think whatever we want isn't it? Right to fantasize, fancy that! Right to touch yourself. Well you don't have a right to touch someone else without consent for sure. NDTV will ensure that! But coming back to freedom of thought, although obvious, is subtle. So subtle that some may not even think about it in their lifetime - living in a box. But there is always a box - jump from one into another - you may get into a bigger box, but a box it is still.

Science journals say our life expectancy has increased over the years. It was only 40 back in the days, (pause), back in the days when children grew up in the lap of nature. Back in the days when weekends weren't so precious. Back in the days when sex didn't need blue pills, we didn't work to buy iPads or 6-seaters. Wonder if it was a big mistake to evolve, be intelligent. But then there are no mistakes, and we are loving it; courtesy McDonalds evolution.

In this world of billions, the number of people we know, this minority of souls we love. And the veal of ideas that spread and gauge this few. Why? No constitution or law can give you any freedom. But the illution of freedom - yes Constitution, school and religion can give. The only freedom we need is the freedom to think. Freedom to go deep inside, find answers and questions alike.

Freedom to touch our heart, to caress our wounds, to rejoice in our happiness, to remain in silence and clamor of the universe, and witness life unbiased, sincerely, in the warmth of mother natures love.

Love.. Maybe.. Maybe not..

Listening to the sweetest of songs...
My fingers chase the beautiful notes of love... As they dissolve into air I breath..
Fills my heart to the brim.. Not knowing what is filling me inside..
Fear of the emptiness that it will leave when it goes away.. Creeps in without knocking..
Is it worth chasing the notes? Maybe .. maybe not..

Soft ice melt on my lips.. Butterfly brush against tender skin.. Wind rush through hair.. Being wholesome with the world.. Life starts and ends in infinity..
What not can love make me feel!
But can hate make me feel this? Never..
Why does hate exist in the world when pain is its infamous child..
Does not love too hurt the same when its fangs tear off you? Maybe.. maybe not..

Speed down a hill.. As rain drizzle upon.. Unto the cold waves caress.. Through the comfort of soft sand..
Loves unreal gift wrap!
Does jealously present this? Never..
Lost in jealous thoughts ever? "Why do I not have this?!"
Does not love get us lost in thoughts too? Maybe.. maybe not..

Magical music notes fall.. bouncing joyfully off the umbrella of warm love..
The veal of notes.. blinding to see past this love..
Does not anger make us blind?
Why do people want love when the we can be blind our-self in hate too?

Is Love worth all the worthless emotions.. Maybe.. Maybe not..

Soap Poem

Bought you for 20 a piece.
It was a pleasure to rub you against me
Cleaning my dirt away
Borrowing your fragrance... just for a little while

Bought you for 30 a piece
Treated you for as a slave for life
Till you wear away into the drain
Borrowing your fragrance... for a few steps in the sun

Bought you for 40 a piece
Wore you off till too small for a palm
And then you slipped off with whatever body left
A leap for escape? Last leap of Faith?

No! For the sick bastard soul in you,
Wanted a last laugh seeing me
Bend over, running for the slippery you
Foam over my wet hairy butt

Could hear you snigger as I put soap on my face..

Pearl

Souls.. fed up of the greed in this material world.. longing to detach from its unearthly gravity.. waits for that blink...

And they run away ... to hide in the ocean ... inside an oyster ...  to become a pearl...

Only to get sold to the greedy... back into the human world... to the showcase of mankind... waiting yet again for that blink..

The Chocolate Mountain

I was lying in the bed after a good night sleep, feeling good, feeling life. Day after day, year after year, every morning you wake up; but some mornings are special, some mornings you are full of life and not questions about life. 

I felt like imagining a pretty scene. If I was a child I might have thought about a chocolate hill or being lost in room of toys. But that age is over long. But the fascination for colors is still luring. Just like a child would be captured by the bright colors of a cartoon, I imagined myself inside a huge cave of precious stones glittering, all around you, columns of diamonds hanging from the roof. But the image did not last more than a minute. Even without my consent, an emerald pile grew into a mountain, standing like God looking deep into your eyes, I had no choice but to surrender to its enormous breathless beauty to find myself soon inside a thick forest, with tall trees, taller anything I have seen in real life, felt unreal. With a jump I was flying amongst trees jumping high and falling fast that you might think its your final fall; but then you bounce back even higher and leap beyond the trees.. but that too was a short-lived picture.. 

Somehow the picture of a dog lying in a shade on a warm day swept all these brilliant images away. It was not being bothered about hunger or someone throwing a stone. Just lying, maybe waiting for a breeze, and once in a while, the brown dust laden fur would bend ever so slowly along the direction of the breeze. Silence and Peace would stop Time from ticking. Time being restless by nature, feverish by the inability to tick, adorns the body of a fly and tickles our gentleman's face to break the peace. His face would twitch, of the slight discomfort, but there is no interest to do anything more and mess up the peace. 

This humble image stayed longer than all the other majestic ones and its essence of simplicity was profound. The simplicity of life is so much ignored, I wondered if peace distances itself from us because of this. When there is peace inside, Smile would surface. To bear a smile from within is like a tree bearing fruit. Unlike when others put a smile on your face,  when the smile is from within you, you become the tree, rooted firmly, bearing its own fruit, sheltering and giving the better to others. Keep Smiling. :)

To give or not to give

UK to end financial aid to India by 2015

An article on the B(iased) Broadcasting Corporation site about Britain's decision to phase out aid to India, which was a whooping $319m support. That is not a small amount for sure and if you have seen poverty in all its glory, you will know that even $1 can bring a smile.

It was sad to see from comments below the article that many liked the comment -
"Can't believe the people on here saying that we should still give aid to India. Maybe they do have povety - well let them sort that out. Like many people, I work in a company that is laying off hundreds of staff and outsourcing to India. Their economy is growing. We need to look after our own people first, i.e. the ones out of work due to India offshoring!"

Maybe this person did not pay attention in the history classes during school or it could be that the common history just glorifies Britain's colonization. I believe in something similar to Einsteins - 'Energy can neither be created nor be destroyed', which is - wealth cannot be created nor be destroyed. My point being - the way world economics worked till now is - when some get richer, some get poorer. Our economics has not been able to go beyond this. But this is not all that bad if you think the surplus wealth helped man to invent at a faster pace. Saying all this, it is not to point figure at Britain for its imperial past in India and to just blame and say "give our money back!". Neither do I believe aid alone will solve poverty in India. The idea is - not to neglect people beyond your countries boundaries, the world is not that simple anymore, it has never been either. The able needs to help poor through any means they can - we need to help each other. Poverty is now the root of all evil, desperate people are easy seeds to radicalization, terrorism. More than the factor of religion, the root cause is imbalance in progress and prolonged poverty in many areas of the world. Once upon a time poverty used to create thieves only.

For another comment in BBC article, many dislike - "I am dismayed by some of the comments on here.
Poverty in the UK is no where near what poverty is like in countries such as India.
Just because there is a economic down turn we shouldn't forget our responsibilities in giving aid.
I suggest people who think they are in poverty in uk move to one of the 3rd world countries the UK give aid to and feel what real poverty is like."

Well all I can say to this person is that mankind is not that kind still. We are a better lot now than a couple of centuries before for sure though.

By calling BBC Biased in the beginning of this article, I do not mean to offend anyone. Everyone is biased in one way or the another. We will have a truly unbiased media or world when the world acts as one, when we figure out to think beyond color, region, nationality, culture and even intelligence...