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Category: Philosophy

  • “The Unconditional one”

    “The Unconditional one”

    Just like the two sides of a coin, life is basically a unpredictable bittersweet journey…..This ambivalence has more of  bitter tastes . These hard phases seem less difficult with someone to have your back on . Finding some genuine people has become so tedious in this generation .

    A beautiful and unconditional partner is not perfect and don’t want you to be perfect either . The right one will love your mess and will try to turn your insecurities into perfections. The one who makes you strong and life seems less difficult with them. Love does not only means a physical intimate bond , true intimacy is that when someone understands your unsaid thoughts . A listener , who is there for you. A true relationship is about love , trust , communication, respect, support and understanding through all ups and downs. The slow , uncomplicated , unconditional love where intimacy of eye contacts is more than anything else .This is the kind of love you deserve . The one who understands you without saying anything because they know you well . The love where everything is more than just physical attraction.You deserve someone who is sure of you , that you are very sure of .The love when you wait for each other to be perfect until and unless you both are ready to unleash the world.

  • Reflections of the Unknown

    As she sat before the ornate mirror, the 20-year-old girl felt as though she had entered a surreal dream world. The golden frame glistened in the flickering candlelight, casting an otherworldly glow that enveloped the room. Adorned in a stunning dark red gown that seemed to flow magically around her, she was mesmerized by her own reflection. The two maids attending to her carefully placed a crown of jewels atop her head, adding to her regal appearance.

    Her heart raced with anticipation as she stared into the mirror. She was preparing to meet her husband, a kind and charismatic man who had captured her heart. The air hummed with excitement, and yet a twinge of unease gnawed at her, like a whisper of foreboding. Her reflection stared back at her, exuding confidence and beauty, but something about the mirror felt peculiar. It was as if the glass held secrets beyond her understanding.

    Abruptly, the mirror’s surface began to ripple, distorting her reflection. The room transformed, contorting into a nightmarish realm. A chilling wind extinguished the candles one by one, plunging the surroundings into darkness. She awoke suddenly, drenched in cold sweat, realizing it had all been a dream—a hauntingly vivid dream that felt eerily real.

    Relief washed over her as she reassured herself that it was mere fiction conjured by her mind. She tried to push the unsettling images from her thoughts and began her day in 2023. However, an undercurrent of unease persisted, subtly tugging at her consciousness. It was as though she was being observed, an invisible presence lingering in the shadows of her reality.

    Unaware of the hidden entity sharing her space, she went about her routine, dismissing her dream as a figment of her imagination. But as she moved through her day, a nagging doubt remained, questioning the true nature of her experience. Could it have been more than just a dream? Was there a deeper significance concealed within the boundaries of her subconscious?

    The suspense lingered, casting a mysterious shadow over her perception. Despite her attempts to forget, she couldn’t shake the feeling that her dream had been a glimpse into something beyond the realm of ordinary dreams. As the invisible presence continued to watch her every move, she remained trapped in a state of uncertainty, forever haunted by the question—was it really just a dream?

    End Note: As you contemplate the chilling possibility that nightmares may seep into waking life, tread carefully, for the line between fear and reality can become a fragile thread that unravels the fabric of your sanity.

  • REBELS OF EMOTION!

    REBELS OF EMOTION!

    In a future where emotions are strictly regulated, a rebel group forms to fight against the oppressive government and restore the freedom of expression to society.

    In a dystopian future when feelings are rigorously controlled, a rebel organization rises up to oppose the tyrannical government and bring back social freedom of speech. Emotions are seen as a danger to stability and control by the dictatorship that rules this society. Through a variety of techniques, such as sophisticated technical advancements and stringent cultural norms, emotions are repressed.

    People who think that emotions are an essential component of being human make form the rebel organization known as the Emotion Liberation Front (ELF). They contend that regulating emotions by the government stifles innovation, originality, and the general welfare of the populace. The ELF seeks to overthrow the repressive order and advance emotional freedom.

    The ELF’s members come from a variety of backgrounds, including those of artists, thinkers, activists, and regular people who have suffered the negative consequences of emotional repression. They employ a variety of tactics to undermine governmental authority, including organizing protests or other types of civil disobedience, increasing awareness through propaganda, and holding secret meetings where emotions may be openly expressed.

    The government uses a variety of oppressive measures to put down the uprising because it recognizes the threat the ELF poses. To find and keep an eye on alleged rebels, they employ cutting-edge monitoring tools. The ELF is the target of propaganda attempts that depict them as violent fanatics that endanger public order. In order to infiltrate the rebel organization and obtain information, the government also uses a network of devoted informants. The ELF develops pace as the war intensifies, gaining more support from disillusioned residents who long for emotional freedom. They take part in acts of resistance including damaging emotion-suppression devices, circulating contradictory stories to counter the propaganda of the government, and organizing massive protests and strikes.

    The uprising is not without dangers and difficulties. The response from the government is increasing repression, increased monitoring, and the use of harsh methods to quell opposition. There are conflicts within the ELF over tactics, methods, and the appropriate level of emotional expression. The restoration of freedom of expression, however, is what unifies them. By remaining persistent, the ELF slowly wins over the public, revealing the shortcomings and brutality of the government’s emotion-regulation measures. The uprising serves as a catalyst for larger societal change, motivating individuals to challenge the oppressive order and demand the freedom to feel and express their emotions as they like.

    The capacity of the rebel organization to garner broad public support, expose the falsehoods of the government, and overthrow the repressive regime’s foundations ultimately determines whether they are successful in restoring emotional freedom. Fighting emotional repression turns into a fight for humanity’s own nature and the freedom to live freely and truthfully.

  • Where the Happiness lies!

    Where the Happiness lies!

    Life has forever been a turbulent voyage, yet its tempests do not extinguish the flame of hope. With this unwavering belief, Mahi continued her sojourn. She traversed the uncharted paths, a solitary traveler in search of happiness. Her hopes, indomitable, refused to shatter. Although life’s misfortunes compounded, she clung to the conviction that brighter days awaited, even as darkness deepened. Ultimately, she discovered the elusive abode of genuine bliss. Let us accompany her on this odyssey, to unearth where true happiness truly resides.

    As the clock struck seven in the morning, the sun’s radiant beams caressed Mahi’s visage. She shifted her position, veiling herself momentarily from its luminous gaze. Shortly after, her alarm chimed, and she pressed the snooze button, realizing that sleep would evade her after such commotion. She recited religious verses, drawing a tranquil breath to release the accumulated frustration triggered by the alarm. Opening her eyes, she beheld her humble abode, with a small but beautiful garden adorning the outside. Illuminated by the morning light, the plants within her room appeared pristine. This sight brought immense joy to Mahi’s heart. Before she could rise from her bed, her mother’s voice echoed from outside, “Will our queen rise on this day?” Her mother had a habit of forcefully knocking on the door, a sound that Mahi detested. With haste, she sprinted to open the door, unwilling to endure the noise. Her mother scolded her upon seeing her disheveled hair, pondering how the day could possibly be good with such untamed locks. Could a pleasant day unfold under such circumstances? But what can one do? Life’s essence lies in living it. Mahi sought tranquility and found solace in the quietest place of her dwelling—the “toilet.” Spending a few moments there, she flushed away the negativity that had burdened her mood.

    Mahi ventured into the kitchen, performing her morning rituals before settling down to savor a cup of tea. As she indulged in her tea, memories of last night’s argument with her brother resurfaced. Anxious that her brother’s day might be ruined, she swiftly penned him sweet messages, wishing to mend their bond. Once ready, she set off for the office, a cherished place where she accomplished the workload of four individuals, compensated by meager remuneration. Nonetheless, she relished the slightest token of appreciation, contented in the knowledge that her skills were recognized. It wasn’t that Mahi was unaware of being exploited; she simply found contentment in witnessing her own growth, and appreciation was the elixir for which she thrived. It did drain her energy, though, especially when burdened with excessive tasks, causing her to yearn for her best friend’s comforting presence. But whenever Mahi called, her friend always seemed preoccupied, a different story altogether. Nevertheless, her best friend would reach out to Mahi during work hours, requesting her assistance, and Mahi, forsaking her own tasks, would diligently fulfill her friend’s needs.

    Upon returning home in the evening, Mahi pursued her passions, be it writing, drawing, or engaging in culinary endeavors within the kitchen. Her entire day revolved around the bustling chores, ensuring everyone’s tasks were accomplished to perfection, and that they, in turn, would acknowledge her efforts with heartfelt appreciation. Mahi lived for these expressions of gratitude. Before retiring for the night, she stood before the mirror, tearfully observing her reflection. In that vulnerable moment, Mahi would offer solace to herself, appreciating her own strength. It is in this act of self-compassion that true

    happiness lies. Friends, irrespective of the number of companions and loved ones we have in our lives, we must always remember that we ought to be our own foremost and unwavering advocates. If we cannot support ourselves, then who shall?

  • Finding Myself

    Finding Myself

    We all are what the world, our family and the people around us make of us yet life always presents a turning page to this story of ours where we have two choices either we can be what we have always been or discover ourselves in an all new light. It’s like a new you a new world a new dimension.

    Everyone comes across this in their own unique way for some it’s through love for some through an opportunity. My reality too wasn’t far and came in knocking on my doors with no prior warning but in my case it was a tragedy, a weird and twisted sort of a blessing in disguise that no one had thought of. 

    The innocent Bengali girl who had lived her entire life in the sheltered atmosphere of her father and then husband, who was always taught that this is how it has always been and it will always be.  Marriage had to come at the top spot in a women’s ambition. 

    It was around the year 2014, my husband came in earlier from office then usual with a grim expression on his face something was amiss. I quickly silenced the kids and asked them to go play in the garden for sometime. I knew that there had been some tension in his workplace for quite some time yet today felt different. I walked into the room with a glass of water and asked what happened. He told in a dejected manner that his company has been having lay offs and this time it was him.  I took sometime to gulp down the hard fact. We had two kids to raise, living in NCR on single income and now this big blow, how will we be able to pay the installment of the home loan. What was to become of us, what would we do….

    A thousand questions clouded my mind………………

    Some time later when we had absorbed the shock of all this, we considered our options. It was decided that my husband would hunt for a new job while to support the family I too should start working, but what would i do with the kids so young, Teaching one of the biggest female employments of the country sounded right. The conditions were just appropriate.  

    All our savings were invested in my teachers training as I had only done my masters in science and never dared to opt for a profession and had got busy in marriage and domesticity.  When I started off I had my own set of doubts too will i or will i not be able to do this.

    Nevertheless I started training our routines started to change bit by bit every day, my kids were taught to be more independent day by day.

    4 years later………….

    Time flied as if it was just yesterday, I completed my training and got a job and started contributing to the household. My husband too found another job, my children grew up my elder one who was in 4th is now in 8th and is involved in a plethora of extracurricular activities my baby the younger one who was just in class1st is now in 5th and is a school prefect. All is well now except that I have changed, the journey, the exams, the studies, the colleagues changed and made me think in ways that I never thought  I could.

    I had seen how a woman’s life was to be dictated by the society, throughout yet there are so many who break the glass ceiling every day for themselves, their families, their parents and kids.

    I had learnt to appreciate that there was nothing wrong with living life on one’s own terms.

    I had started seeing the greys, the dark side of the relations that surround us, the decisions are elders forced on us deeming right.

    How it was taught that  apex selflessness defines and is the skin of women at it’s core. I realized on stepping out of the shade of the men in my life that we are all complete individuals and had the whole right to choose and decide for ourselves , how it is completely appropriate for women to prioritize themselves if it improves their well being and empowers them to take good and better care of them and their loved ones.

    Most importantly I had learnt  to let the wings grow, a lot of people lose themselves on this defined track of life by the society. We all are unique in our own ways yet get lost in mediocrity by the environment that dictates us what to do. At the end happiness is all that matters.

    Written by

    An Indian woman, A mother, A daughter, A wife, A human

    Song Recommendation to go with this read

    1. Daayre from Dilwale

    2. Kahaani from laal singh chadda

    3. Aashayein from Iqbal

    4. Abhi mujhme kahin from Agneepath

  • Image Fallacy…

    We are not the same person as we were yesterday. It sounds scary but it is true. Yes there are a few habits which do not change or may take years to change, but our needs and wants keep changing as we grow in years.

    In time we realize that what gave us joy no more excites us, what made us tick is now become a relic of the old. There is no issue as long as we are aware that we are in a flux, but far often that is seldom the case.

    As a human we have tendency to create and hold on to an image, this image is a result of our experiences with ourselves and with people around us, we hold on to aspects that made us feel good, happy, sad, angry, joyful, jealous etc. Slowly these tendencies start dictating our behavior with ourselves and others because we already have a mental image of the outcome or way someone will react, which is open to change and may not be true anymore.

    It is easy to test this hypothesis, by thinking about a good friend whom you have lost touch with, just listen to the mental chatter you get in your mind while thinking about that person. All of what you hear may have been true for the time when you were connected, but may not be true anymore, but yet we hold on to that same image. This may sound a small e.g. but try applying this to your own self image.

    It is not easy to fall out of this trap, I am still learning and it is an uphill task to challenge the ways of your own mind which seeks refuge in the illusion of that image perhaps because it finds meaning but at the same time it restricts us from growing, giving second chances and be open.  Choose wisely. 

  • Game of Cricket taught me.. 

    No this is not an exercise in acknowledging the virtues of team building, patience, perseverance and countless other stuff that the game has taught me. Infact this is an attempt to realize some of the short comings I as a human being can have and how one can take this learnings to apply to any aspect of Life.

    Let me explain how.. I am 37 years young and I have been fortunate to play cricket in more than 100 different places (this count includes different areas in my birth city of Bombay & elsewhere in India and the world). I realize now more than ever, that to me the game was always more important than the people I played with. I say I realize now because over the last 3.5 years in Canada, I have been part of 2 teams. One comprising players who spoke tamil and the other who spoke only punjabi. 

    The fact that there are teams that consist of players only from one community speaks volumes about how teams are made here in Canada. When I observe myself in this situation, I realize I became a part of the teams because I had a single minded pursuit to be able to play the game. So I played for the first team I found in Toronto and Calgary respectively. I respect the teams and its players to accommodate me in their teams which was a result of not only my performance in playoffs but also my apolitical attitude, my clarity on playing the game even when I did not understand the language my team mates chose to speak amongst themselves on and off the field.

    I understand that one would think what did this teach me that I am on rant about my cricketing experience in Canada. Well, I realized when you love something and are clear about your intentions, everything around it just background noise. There can never be a hurdle in letting you do what you really love to.

    This is true for everything in life which requires us to be trustworthy and vulnerable otherwise there is a tendency for self-doubt and self-sabotaging behavior. I sincerely hope me and people like me realize that there are sometimes parts of us which stop us from our own growth because of Fear. Lets operate from the place of Love instead of Fear. My love for the game did not allow the fear of not blending in, weigh on me. I just did what I did best, Keep Playing.

     

  • Death AND Relationships

    Death is not just a permanent passing or non existence of a person. We die every day and every moment. We die every time a relation ceases to exist or a relation has undergone paramount changes.

    Every time when we connect with someone deeply, it isn’t that we like the other person or love the other person, what we like or love is how we feel about ourselves in that person’s company.

    Every time one looses a person he/she connects to, one looses that little feeling about themselves while that person was around. More often we don’t miss the person, what we actually miss is ourselves.

    Everything and everyone around us is just a catalyst to how we think and feel about ourselves. We die every moment and there is nothing to be sad about it and may be life’s beauty is in its impermanence.

  • Being Inspired by the Ordinary..

    For Far too long we have looked for Motivation, Courage, Inspiration from successful people, be it in the field of Business, Sports, Science etc. We look up to those few individuals who have made name, fortune and reached a pinnacle in their respective fields. I don’t intend to take anything away from their achievements and glory, But intent to convey that there is so much to learn, be inspired and motivated by the ordinary, which in itself is extraordinary.

    Today I am going to mention about one such person whom I met 3 years back as a housemate in Toronto, Canada. His name is Murat (name changed), originally from Turkey. He had been living in Canada since 3 years when our path crossed. He knew very little English, as a result of which he always struggled to get constant work. Every now and then he would secure a temporary labor job which was a major source of living for many immigrants moving to this part of the world.

    The thing that fascinated me most about this man was his joyful state of being despite living in uncertainty of his visa status and the need to constantly renew work permits to stay in the Country. He was doing very well back home in Turkey, but moved to Canada because of the political uncertainty surrounding the minority population i.e. the Kurds. He once admitted to me that he didn’t like it much in Canada but chose to stay for his Family especially his 4 daughters who he thought would get better Education in Canadian public schools.

    It was difficult for me to fathom then, how he chose to stay away from his family in a country where he doesn’t know the language, makes you feel lonely and is harsh in terms of financial stability if you have not been educated or worked here. Despite all the pain and hurt he secretly endured, Murat always had a smile on his face and have hearty conversation. I still remember some things he tried to convey in little English he knew “Aashish, you good man, Canada weather No good and Can (Canned) food garbage” Literally makes me smile again while writing. 

    People like Murat don’t have a label to speak of or bank balance to prove their success, but to me he still is an inspiration to learn from and also from all people like him who are giving their best despite no tangible and visible measures to account for their efforts and sacrifices. My Gratitude to all, Thank you.

  • Mini: Part-5

    Mini: Part-5

    Night passed. All the students were so tired that they slept soundlessly. Next morning they woke up and got ready to see Shimla. Mini was very small but still, time and circumstances had made her mature before her age. Unlike other fellow-mates, she loved silence and the unspoken words of nature. She would often gaze at the beauty of nature and seemed to have lost herself in it.

    The days passed without any change in Mini. She used to love her silence and was completely lost in its illusion. Miss Chowdhary tried her best to make Mini speak or cry, but all her work were in vain.

    The tour ended. Mini returned home on October 24, Her trip was wonderful but unsuccessful as far as Miss Chowdhary and the Saxenas were concerned.

    Days passed. Ravi had to go outstation on a business trip.

    “Nisha, hurry up, I am getting late,” he said picking up his suitcase.

    “Ok! I am coming. Ah … here are your car keys,” she said hurry up.

    “Bye Mini,” Ravi said giving her a smile. She did not reply.

    “Ok! Bye Nisha and take care.”

    “I will. Do not worry,” Nisha answered.

    Ravi went to the airport in his car. It was already 9:30 at night. Mini and Nisha came in and after their dinner, they were going to sleep when the telephone rang.

    Trin-in-Trin- in.

    “Hello,” Nisha said picking up the receiver.

    “Hello, Mrs. Saxena? It’s urgent. I am speaking of Sadar Hospital. Mr. Saxena has met with a serious accident. He is in the ICU Please come quickly,” someone answered from the other side of the telephone. These words startled Nisha so much that she left the receiver and dashed into her room. She got her purse and along with Mini she came to the Sadar Hospital.

    “Nurse, may I know where Mr. Ravi Saxena is?” Nisha asked.

    “Just a minute Mr … Mr. Ravi Saxena. Red Maruti 800 car, serious accident. He is in the ICU. Third, from the left of the corridor,” she answered pointing in the direction of the ward. Nisha and Mini went running there.

    “Doctor, I am Mrs. Saxena. How is Ravi?” Nisha asked in a shaky voice.

    “Mrs. Saxena. I have to talk to you. Mr. Saxena’s condition is critical. He has been seriously injured. His collarbone is fractured. The right side is paralyzed right femur bone of his leg is broken. And most important, his skull has sustained minor injuries. At this time, an operation is really very important to save his life,” the doctor explained to Nisha.

    “Do not worry about the money, doctor. Start the operation. I’ll get the money,” Nisha said.

    “Then it’s fine. Nurse take the patient to the operation theater,” the doctor said to the nurse. “Mrs. Saxena please come with me. I’ll give you the form to be filled, “He replied directing Nisha to the respective office.

    “Nurse, what happened?” Nisha inquired as the nurse stepped out of the operation theater.

    “The doctor is still operating,” she replied and went away.

    All this commotion had caused great disturb within Mini. Nisha’s pale, drained face had terrified her. Tears rolled down Nisha cheeks. She was really shaken and disheartened by Ravi’s accident. Mini, who was watching all this carefully, melted at the sight. She placed herself close to Nisha.

    Mini could not bear to see Nisha’s sad face, the face which once glowed with happiness and joy was totally disturbed. Mini now realized that Vista was really a good mother. The face which was never oppressed was now filled with tears with the hard cruelty of circumstances. She could feel that motherly love just now.

    “Mummy,’ Mini cried. Mini’s words startled Nisha so much that she could hardly believe her ears. She was crying, bringing tears to Mini’s with grief. Nisha was an overwhelmed with joy- with grief. She hugged Mini close to her heart and cried aloud. Mini too could not stop her tears from flowing. Both of them were deeply engrossed in the flow of emotions.

    It was 2 o’clock at night. Mini was sleeping on the bench.

    “Doctor,” Nisha called out when she saw the doctor coming out of the operation theater “How is Ravi?” She inquired.

    “We have tried our best. The operation successful. But we can not say anything till morning. You can go home and come back in the morning,” the doctor advised Nisha. Nisha went home with Mini and returned to the hospital in the morning.

    “Doctor, how is Ravi?” Nisha asked as soon as she saw him.

    “He is ok. He has regained consciousness but he can not talk. It will take some time for him to come back to normal. But something is there which is concerning us. His ECG report is not satisfactory. His heartbeat is too fast. If this does not slow down then … then, “he hesitated.

    “Then what doctor? ‘Nisha inquired becoming serious.

    “Then … his life is in danger,” the doctor answered. A deadly silence fell.

    “A…may I see Ravi?” Nisha asked breaking the silence.

    “Oh! Sure,” the doctor said and went to see his other patients.

    “Ravi,” Nisha said, gently putting her hand on his forehead. “See who has come,” Nisha said bringing Mini close to Ravi.

    “Papa,” Mini said. Though Ravi was not well, his face lit up at these words. He glanced at Mini with love and affection. A slight smile flickered on his face.

    From that day there was remarkable progress in Ravi’s condition.

    “Congratulations, Mrs. Saxena, Ravi’s heartbeat is normal again. Thanks to Him, who saved Ravi, “the doctor reported to Nisha after his routine check-up. яндекс

    “He’ll soon be ok,” the doctor said.

    “Thank you, doctor,” Nisha said.

    Ravi knew what had brought back to life. It was Mini.

    In a few months, Ravi had recovered from his weakness. Mini too had recovered from her deadly silence. They returned home happily. Ravi and Nisha had found their lost child and Mini her lost parents. Though Mini missed Simmi, yet she could feel her presence close to her heart Now they were happy. Happier than they were before.