Answers, Don't Matter

Mind is a sky. A clear, open eye takes its enormous dimension into it, imbibing its contents like a cherished perspective.
Kites, resembling to thoughts fly about at the brim of its soaring endlessness, taming its pride with their determination to scale it.

Is holding on to a thought only a matter of commitment? Some thoughts are shrugged off on the grounds of their unconventional and unusual structure. This is just that, our insecurity and inertia to think beyond what society or environment allows us to. Then it is negation of the purpose of the thought, whose wish is just to fly and reach the farthest, trigger new questions and see the unseen.
Through this flow of thoughts you realize something, that it is not the answers that we need all the time. It is more important that we are questioning ourselves, that we are finding new ones all the time without coming to answers of the previous ones.
For the new year, think about how many path breaking questions arose in your mind through the year. It is not important that you found their answers, it is important that you asked yourselves those. That was the purpose of thoughts, to engage you into meaningful questions. Just let them climb the boundaries this new year and see where they take you..
Maybe you'll realize the fun in just flying that kite.

Why is it Hard to Look in the Eye of a Beggar?

I saw a beggar around the corner of a street some days ago. Rarely has anybody seen them. Years of development have been frozen for those dejected by the community. Even if a curious squinting of the eyes reveal the raw and gloomy human condition to us, on its face, with gaze averted we pretend to be busy in our demanding lives. Ah, the lives of trance. It is too hard to get away from work and family to have a clear perception of anything else. Well, we can't be fully denied of such an excuse because to pretend is a human condition too, far too prevalent than penury.

I wondered what was there so repulsive in the eyes of that beggar. Upon meeting of the eyes a shearing sense of embarrassment and guilt would surface, a guilt so large that consumes the whole of sympathy for that poor creature of God and makes us walk away.

It is nothing but our insensitivity to the obvious truth of life. It is our own frailty. We all are beggars here. It is just the matter of degree which separates us from those impoverished and devastated. It is about losing the cloak of unaccounted status that we wear all the time to save us from embarrassment. It is about opening our eyes and have them meet with those deserted of happiness, pleading for first love.

The Knots of Resolution

Resolutions are tiny figments of our idealistic imagination that keep us happy in the holidays with the warmth of positivity and grit that they breathe into our real life, a life where only some promises are kept, and the rest forgotten. Resolutions are promises to self, to advance us constantly towards doing anything or averting a bad habit. Each line in the page of resolutions is a small packet of incentive to fuel good work through the next year. Each of these are adorned on the tree of festivity each year along with the others, like tiny pieces of red cloth tied into knots symbolizing memory and stability. If a knot is low on strength, it slips off into the darkness of the tree itself, or blown away by the wind. The promises which are unknowingly abandoned are left loose into the flurry of forgetfulness. This cold, snowy wind never returns anything that is given to it, not even a faint sense of remembrance of what is lost.

There is nothing that we really keep, from the promising tree, apart from a sense of speculation that some promise existed. 

 The same inspirations left loose never come back next year, the tree and the wind may. Faith allows us to preserve our inspirations into a beautiful tree symbolizing life, but real life is too cruel to let all the inspirations tied in the same place, next year.

What we need to remember is that each of these red knots of faith and belief are as necessary to a tree as the forgotten resolutions to us. We cannot really avoid losing them, but we can avoid not believing in what good they could do to us.

On the Loser's Side

Life is full of impressive people. People who possess tools of sleight, to inveigle you into their charming outlook. They proclaim their power, their win. They hail it. They feel nothing is wrong about it. Neither do you, at the moment, when you join them after being a spectator of their thriving win over the other side, the ones who are eventually abandoned over the thought that they would never cope up and fight back or even win. Those people did not appear impressive enough at the moment when you, decided to be on one of the sides. It was not much of a decision as it was more of a predisposition towards the winning side.

Why is it always the winners, the momentarily more impressive people, that the mob takes side of? Why are the losers left alone by the spectators and even their own people, to just dream of eating the fruits of cornucopia? A Loser has no companion. All he has is a stiffened ego, not willing to amend, only at first.

It takes courage to back a loser, to give him a shoulder and a hand, but it is where you really understand the other side, the winning side. You should take the solitude, the loneliness as an opportunity to talk to yourself. The winner will never get this chance. The mob will surround him, bathe him with deafening adoration that would muffle his inner voice for long. The Loser will hear what the heart has to say, in the loneliness. He will see what it takes. He will change himself and his friend towards good.

From change come wonders.

Should You Enjoy Certainty?

There are a lot of moments in life where one is very certain about something good. Many things, not one, seem to fall right into place as if the coming events were part of God's routine work, destined to happen with a clockwork precision. What do these certainties entail? Is there actually a real clarity in the individual's perspective to see through the sheath of time and revel about the favorable result?

There are two kinds of certainties reveled by an individual. One is of endeavor-originated; Those contingencies that arise as a result of work of commitment and diligence. Another is the superficial one, having been deliberately firmed up to support hope, which later turns out to be a mirage. Both of them make us happy beforehand, about the good things to come. To be hopeful is a completely different thing than to be certain as it doesn't involve the scientific analysis of possibilities and it is a matter of inclination.

There is no real revel in revelation beforehand. It is in the anticipation and hope. Thus you should take certainty with equipoise and enjoy hope. 

Certainty of events has no adventure. The adventure lies with being hopeful.

The Wishes of Unity

Wishes are like seagulls. They migrate from the sea-limited islands, leaving them forlorn and forgotten to newer vistas whenever the season comes. Wishes transcend the boundaries set by need and always, need is the one to be left behind. The slow moving tortoise of need didn't win the race here it seems. It has been  left behind  by the gulls, on the island to aimlessly amble up the rocks and search for a rabbit to compete with!

Why do wishes surface in the season of festivals? The truth is, they don't. At least not just then. They never surface on an individual's mind as they are always there like the dormant seeds which by the promise of human company, start growing. 

Wishes are mutual, even if we don't notice. They might seem to be only ours but they do encompass a lot of lives, which in coordination make ours come true. Never feel guilt of being selfish in wishing as you might not have noticed, the wishes interconnect us, make us coordinated towards working for each other. As per the paradigm, by wishing for a bike this christmas, you might be making your friends wish the same, or indirectly making the bike-makers wish for a record sale!

Wishes that seem selfish, if not conceived to harm anyone, only unite us. Unity makes up a festival.

Repaint the Fading Sense of Belonging

Everyone of us, as an individual set out to fulfill one's dreams, at one point or another does feel a sense of disassociation with the one's place in life. He/she thinks , 'Do I really belong here?' or  'As I no longer think this is what I want, is this chase an exercise of futility?'. The idea of getting what we always wanted seems to shift to the back burners. We pray, 'God, show us the way'. Did God change the course of our dream chase while we were planning? We don't know, but we are impatient for a fix.

There is a simple solution to our gripe. Think about the first time you ever wanted that special place in life. Think about the intensity with which you craved for that place. If your heart quivers and demurs, there is your answer. If you didn't want it bad, you didn't want it at all. Remember there is a God of need in every one of us. He helps us, gives us incentive when we aspire something great with even greater sense of belonging. The point is not realizing His presence because He is immutable, inviting you to  bigger doors of ambition every second, even when you are asleep. The point is realizing that there are so many of us, wanting the exact same place for ourselves. Therefore, set out for a quest only if your heart (your God) is in it so badly that you outdo others. There is not a dearth of dreams and places either. Give your dreams time when it is imperative to do so, that when you feel He speaks in you, for you.

The Tide of Discovery

The Knowledge encompasses three states, intertwining into two. Discovery, preservation and the next discovery.The sea is surrounded by the earth where numerous items are lying, waiting to be known and befriended by the sea and its folk.The sea vaguely understands its boundaries, and knows when to break them. They are Inseparable. The earth tries to give it company and wants to mix into it from the withering fringes of sand. The sea reciprocates the call of company in its own compulsive ways. Umpteen tides rise from stillness by a sheer force of curiosity and affinity towards the land. They Twirl their way towards it and in the fleeting second, they reach their destination. This is the portal of discovery, a land full of mysterious new objects and creatures. The tides take some of them away and preserve them at the bottom of their depths. The cycle repeats itself as the tides yearn for more from the promise of proximity. They never stop discovering. The enthusiasm never fades as the discovery triggers a new one. Thus it is imperative for us to learn that there are no boundaries in the way of knowledge. The ones which seem, are the part of knowledge itself, befriending it from the closest of fringes like the boundaries of sea. They merge into it and emerge like difficulties. It is where the mysteries sit. So never hold back from a difficulty in the way of knowledge as it is nothing but a ground for mysterious discoveries.

God: The Purpose of Search

Belief in Him is a tower of cards. Sometimes it crumbles from the edges. It doesn't hurt much as the withering of confidence in Him remains at a subliminal level. But often the wind of disbelief blows so devastatingly fast that the the existence of the tower remains just a speculation.
We need to remember that it is nothing but life's purpose to see the rise and fall of belief. Our life is but an experience of miracles. Some day there will be a taller tower of cards, this hope brings confidence back. Of course miracles happen rarely they say but it is just the eye that can make us see miracles in the smallest of realms.
Remember, belief is never a shared thing like a fable, to express over in a conversation. It is a very personal point of view, like a never-before-seen vantage point to observe the sun rise and set in wonderment. Therefore there is no way for you to make anyone else see what you see. It is a sad reality, but everyone is destined to find one vantage point or other, with a different quotient of miracle.
As the one to experience this rise and fall, you may never find the end of the thought 'Does he really exist?' but you are a worthy recipient of confidence, in yourself, in your life's purpose of finding Him.
In this game of chase, it doesn't matter who finds Him first or who builds a bigger tower because it is going to be just you to see it, but the miracle is that you will never lose confidence in yourself.
That is the purpose, your gift.

Truth Ego Fear

Truth, ego or fear, which one would you pick as an ingredient for the concoction of your mood today?

These three form a majority of our mood in daily life, but nobody thinks about their relationship or implications on one's surroundings. It would be candid of me to vaguely specify them first because these are also the three very intermingled and indulgent feelings. Another thought, does anybody need to indulge in truth? I don't know really, but one should occasionally. Not because it is important to do so, but for it is indispensable. 

Truth is the thing you generally avoid opening a door to. It first lurks like a growing storm outside your house. The walls reek of ego as the water from outside starts to ooze its way inside. Then while you are still under the blanket of fear avoiding its pounding, trying to sleep, it bashes the walls with a splintering bang. It finds its way in anyhow. There remains nothing to reckon or negotiate.

Now the relationship between these is simple. Truth increases fear and diminishes ego. Fear diminishes truth and increases ego. Ego is a bastard. It creates a fancy atmosphere as it falsely increases the sense of truth and diminishes the fear.

It helps you build the house back. It helps you sleep at night. Why wouldn't you go for ego? Yes you would. 

Alas! You would.

The Way of the Sword

There was a time in my childhood when I was fascinated with a small pretend brass sword at my uncle's house. It seemed big to my eyes at that time, with its holster covering its shine just to snatch my chance of beholding all of it in amazement. To my surprise it wasn't sharp, as if to seize me out of the enigma whenever I thought it was real. It used to give me fleeting delusions of royalty. That trumpery with no use at all!

A gradual realization took over the perception of royalty I used to associate with the sword . It was bravery. This replacement came unintentionally and naturally when it occured to me that royalty is secondary to heroism. Royalty coalesces with bravery but never becomes a part of it. It remains ulterior to the concept of bravery. Bravery can only be embellished with sacrifice, not kingdom. 

Valiance possesses this ethereal feel to it that it remains above all, without mixing with emotions, love, belief, even 'life'. This non-attachment is unique and thus a sword has one holster and only one keeper. It is thus the adornment of the unworldly, of those who dare to bare their worthy lives on the spur of a moment. 

Heroism is Godly, inside us all just waiting to be kindled by some brass sword of wistfulness.

A Brief Analysis of Time

Time is what there has always been, and will be, shifting the shadows of the trees with an unpleasing overtone of taunt behind its back saying "how well you used me!". In an exam, just a squint at the clock makes us uneasy to the core. Why does time bear such a bitter taste?
Observation of time in the past is neither easy nor worthwhile. It makes us question our memory, our decisions. For just a glob of inky dark regret existing between the pages of the closed book of past, recollection of memories becomes an exercise which only brings out sadness like inundation on a river over an old splintered bridge, long traveled by.
How to fight this hushed mockery that the rustling of time produces whenever it passes bare ears?
It is almost inexorable to let go of the brickbat when time is passing with no actions being taken.
Our suffering and stunted mind reaches a new diversion, where the sign reads in happy red 'TIME 0'. This is because it is never too late to start. There is a reboot of time after time ends. It contradicts its own mockery with an inspiring new beginning.
This secret diversion of road is what we call 'a point of view'. Time doesn't know angles. It gets defeated by point of view :)

Buddha : A Quote

Man has always found inspiration in nature.

It was hard not to relay this wonderful quote I read;

 "Like the moon, come out from behind the clouds! Shine."

Moon symbolizes a very tranquil, placid mind. With almost incredulous clarity it paints the picture of an ideal human life in a very direct and unreserved way. There are many perspectives to visualize the existence of the moon. One of these is to look at the bright side and find inspiration. It is about the calmness and light. The moon reflects what comes to it as if that light was exuding from itself. It signifies how open and reflective our life should be at times. As the moon dims and gets veiled in darkness with time, it propagates the message of cruel and dark nights ahead. But essentially early, it starts to constantly brighten up the earth with its glistening beauty, as if to make us know that there can be light before the destined time of sunrise. That there is a glowing light, still persevering the dark no matter how far the hour is from the time first sun ray scintillates the morbid water. 

Imperfections are engraved in the stony soul of the moon like wild truth, baring its minutest detail. The point is never to run away or flinch because what we observe is what we keep. And what we keep is what we become.

Revel of the Lights

Lights seem to deluge our vision with wonderful realizations, both negative and positive. Some are shimmering like the lamps swimming in the river of Ganges, holding us a tether of hope as they dwindle away into the night. Some yield raw truth, so bright with ardor they blind us the moment we come in their way, alarming us of our inactivity and unresponsiveness to our values. Some are just sparkles, lasting for the tiniest of the moments an eye can witness. They have no time to explain to us what they are upto. They are just here for fun, to keep us guessing as they put us in a trance of bewilderment. What is that we seek in the lights of the world outside? We seek the light of inspiration. We seek our share. It is not  like the inspiration isn't around us, the perception and openness are the factors. Inspiration is everywhere, in the embodiment of heroes of Godly qualities whom we adore with all our dedication.

But it is the light inside that we should behold. Our dreams, where we want to be, who we want to be are the worthy realizations. There is a whole celebration of wistfulness going on in our dreams, full of light of hope. We just need to behold and believe. 

Believing is the half the road traveled. Let the celebration outside make you see the light of your dreams.

The Wonder of You

There are times in everyone's life where one is heavily confused and distracted. Good time seems to swerve its streamlined path short and meander into the dark alleys of nowhere. Uncertainty clouds the decisions, make them seem like the fringing ends of forgotten promises. A time when the frozen mind is far from kindling. A bizarre scene of fading hope.

How does one hold it together? Where is that energy that can keep questions alive? Is there anyone there to lend an ear? No. There is only you. The thought gives us shivers in the lonely nights but it is true. Then isn't it just another way to sink into bluish coldness, into depression further and further? In fact no. It is the beginning of a spark which will eventually aerify the opaque ice of stupor. The bitter realization of 'it is only you' to lend an ear to yourself is an inexplicable source of self confidence. It seems to return the command of the horses to you after days of abdication. It makes you self reliant as you tend to comprehend the hidden positivity and see the dice of thought change meaning from the phrase 'nobody can hear me' to 'nobody can affect me'.

The only source is you. There has never been anybody else. Confusion arises when there are two things to concern about. Where does the confusion land its legs now when there is only one thing? 

An insight shoots itself out of the depths into an expression of confidence. It's the wonder of you.

Glory in Confession

Forgiveness holds a very grand unearthly quality in it. Hearts of the Lords appear to having been made out of an incense which when lights up wafts the entire human company with the scent of kindness. This attribute belongs to the one in power. The offender of lesser power is the supplicant. Being a supplicant possesses some muted kind of glory of its own. He has come to a point to comprehend his mistake and understands the terms of confrontation. He thinks this burgeoned quality is something of a development in his character. A big step for him.
If a person is even figuratively aware that he possesses a quality which has helped him transcend the ego and construe that another person was right and he was wrong then he can go long way. The whole act of quarrel and forgiveness is just woven around it, like a plot of Godly complexity, just to help him understand that he has a quality to judge himself. This quality makes the adjuring person noble and unique.
If the forgiver is always a forgiver, it never works out big for him because he never gets to develop this unique insight to judge himself. He never gets a chance to understand that he could be able to know he was wrong and the other was right. Nonetheless, upon pardoning he becomes entitled to the honor of being kind. Being the man of power spoils him from inside. But the hero is the beseecher who appraises himself and faces the head bending in front of the mob.

In Search For Peace

Peace eludes. Like the dry and withered leaves cling to the autumn wind as if in search for a better place but end up on the ground, floundering for an answer and eventually turning into a clump of soil. The most successful people have been heard saying that their life was everything but peaceful.

What does surround peace? Peace encompasses three things, a question, an answer and a subsequent search. It is the attribute of present and only present. While surmising the future, we see that the idea of peace fades and gets clouded by various contingencies. Ascertaining the status of peacefulness for the future is tedious and outright absurd because you are never aware what comes along while you are dreaming of it,walking on a fairy tale road of wistfulness. In retrospection, the recollection of peaceful moments gets shrouded in the cloak of doubt. You cannot possibly rummage there too because a peaceful memory is like the art in a museum. It can be debilitating just to fumble about with it because a search for peace can result in incessant over-examination and later into pluming of questions asking 'whether there was anything peaceful about that memory at all'. 

It doesn't matter how far you consider you have reached in search for this mystical object, you are right there, questioning yourself- "Are you peaceful now??" and your answer is no as you created tensions for future by tampering with the fabric of possibilities and you distorted the sculpted memories into grimaces of doubt. 

This time or other you discover that peace is not to discover. It is about cherishing what life gives you that moment, that time, and living best with it.

Encumbered Nature

Nature, translated in flora and fauna around us has been like a towering tree of hope whose burgeoning branches cut through the sheath of doubt and emerge on the other side of consciousness where the gleaming sunlight of enlightenment awaits us. Nature has been present in both the forms, being a way as well as the destination. Wise men have always found their God in the lap of nature.
This perception and love of nature is rooted deep into our consciousness. It doesn't advertise its presence, just lies dormant until this tree within us sees its share of sunshine. This perception, is a sapling in itself, having arisen from the grounds of subtlety. There is a need to nurture, a need to have a resolute way of taking care of it. It doesn't harm anybody to let this tenuous creation grow into an edifice, but it is abominable to kill it or even ignore it. What we are witnessing today precariously is the demolition of this structure in our consciousness.
Consciousness in memory works like a stack. We are being willfully stormed at by the gadgets and paraphernalia to aid our work and memory these days. Be it our faithful servants, the mobile phones etc., possess their own consciousness and we interact with them.
The point being, are we really aware how these things are making us forget our nature? No. We supposedly add the perception and awareness of their presence in our consciousness. This weighs down on the perception of nature already ensconced at the base. It is constantly being stacked up by the awareness of the artificial consciousness these things boast of. It still suddenly seeps through memory to the top of conscious mind when we see a beautiful sight of evening sunlight prancing upon the trees.A flash of our primordial love for nature which spurs the question of our belonging and responsibility.
A glimpse of clarity.

God of Forthrightness

Spirituality is the effort of finding an answer in the fleeting mist of questions and laying entire trust in it just like a son clutches his mother's finger. The belief is very elementary, guileless. By the time when the pendulum of life sways to indicate adulthood, we have become completely devoid of childlike curiosity towards a question and straightforwardness towards an answer.
When as an adult, we are groping about the premise of a question related to credibility, sometimes it takes too long for us to conclude. We become prone to thinking too much about an issue because our brain capacity has expanded many folds since childhood, and it seems like a compulsion rather than a point of reason to do so. There is social pressure hiding behind compulsion. We become recalcitrant even to admit we are unable to infer and are happy without an answer. This search is no longer driven by innate inquisitiveness and does not lead to an artless solution. It is our cruel self that keeps us from being happy about a no-answer issue. It keeps battering until we either hide our happiness and regard the question as a non-issue or fake a solution. Spirituality lies in admitting that we cannot know everything that is in or around us. It is in the straightforwardness of admittance and release from ambiguity.
When we believe in ourselves and instinctively find the answer for us in a forward way, we leave no time for us to whimper about previous mistakes and cursing the situation as to have resulted from them.
There is no need to stay in disbelief as God clearly shows a way whenever we take a straightforward look at issues. He does not answer to those sitting in anticipation of miracles, to those who wait too long for an answer with stubbornness to test his presence. Discover with curiosity and carry forward with forthrightness. Happiness lies in doing whatever is to be done with curiosity and forgetting.

Fragile Existence of Premonition

Premonition, a crafted delusion, a spurious, made up thought. No. A premonition is the cipher of God. It is the divine tool and should be treated with respect. It is the element of dwindling existence. It comes and goes. What remains is the state of conclusion or confusion. A state of conclusion is reached if the premonition is given ample time and space in the mind with a carefully nurturing thought process. It is shaken off by hypocrites of practicality. Those people have no clue of the recent future as they have labelled the thought as to have oozed out of the woodwork. These people who have substituted what could have been their cherished foresight with a run-of-the-mill thought from the conveyor belt of pragmatism are foolish. The people who call themselves practical in life should lend an ear to the muffled sound from the other end of the call. They must follow their foresight, that first fragile thought whose roots sway deep into the ocean of likelihood. Premonition is the consequence of experience. It is one single tenuous beam of clarity that shines upon us from within the ocean of possibilities. That one beam must be chased, and consolidated through new experiences.
A premonition is never really meant to herald the truth. It is mere the glimpse of what could be true. It is meant to be chased as many times, it harbingers clear, unspoiled fact which could have remained unseen if it wasn't for experience. There is no gift of foresight really. Just the ability gathered through time which enables an individual to take a dip into the ocean of possibilities and clearly see some of them flickering with the white light of truth. The future lies with narrowing the ocean down to a handful of possibilities. Such virtuoso is our mind. The future stands right on the brim of the ocean, like an insular shore, waiting. Waiting earnestly for you to hit its sun bathed earth with a foamy white tide of discovery. This tide is premonition. Not easily to distinguish, not easy to ride...but fun to chase until it dissolves into other possibilities and drifted into oblivion.

Reminiscence: Guilt and Regret

Reminiscence has always eluded pragmatic minds. The ones who prefer to move on dislike reminiscing and reviewing what has happened. They like to escape the foggy road to the past where time comes to a standstill. Time, down the road-la-reminiscence allows us to observe the past, from different standpoints and biases. Do those who pretend/prefer to be practical and move-on-type have time to lay an elbow and capture the panorama that frozen time creates? The answer is 'maybe'. Because being pragmatic is a relative term. No one ever really ditches reviewing and regretting. It is just a difference of saying and being.
Though we cannot rule out the advantages 'being practical' provides us, we can neither deny the human nature of 'reminiscing the past'. There should be a fine balance of both the qualities in the individual. It is rather slippery, but keeps humanity alive.

When a person's self, after continuous rapping of internal or external stimuli finally makes a segue to the lane where on a weary road made out of bricks of tiny errors, the dry leaves of irony blow across in the knifing wind, it reaches somewhere, someplace obscure, where the grief or regret has been deftly buried. This place is the graveyard in the town of reminiscence. The startling thing about this strange town is that many people who enter with a motive of finding this very graveyard and unearth the regret, seeing it raw in the winds whose booming sound mocks like the society derides a blunderer, end up getting into a bar at the side of the road, forgetting what happened the next day and leaving the town subsequently with no interest left to review their mistake, take an unflinching look at their regret. They oversee the regret in pretension and lethargy.
There are some who reach this very place, dig the corpse of regret out, let it see the day. They clearly behold their mistakes of the past in the clump of raw regret and vow not to make such in the foreseeable future. The wise men. The others who enter are somewhat wise too as they tried to look beyond the gates where ego doesn't let any.
The motive of this practice of finding regret and guilt to change the future is very personal. It is good to dig that loathed 'thing' and it is good not to too. It just depends upon the priorities, demand of loved ones and resurfacing guilt, the rapping on the guarded gates of memory. It is just the flexibility of the individual   that matters.

Clarity in Illusory : Utopia

Utopia signifies a scenario, an island whose locales, people satisfy the conception of what is perfect. Where the water is pure and tranquil. Birds chirruping, their reflection in water clear and guileless. A place where you wouldn't mind getting lost. Where what is asked for is what is received. In this place the people are not mere humans, they are Gods, an embodiment of ineffable belief. They possess everything one covets.

The emergence of utopia is common in believers. It doesn't take a painter's imagination to visualize your God in all glory. The moment we visualize His perfection, we recognize our imperfection and surrender our ego to Him. This surrender of ego is a big step in making things clear to us in real life as ego hampers righteousness. It curbs the possibilities of harmony and renders the inside of a person to be hollow and bleak. It doesn't allow a person to see anything better than him. Ego mirrors a person as God in real life, but what is required for a clear perception of reality is utopia, a perfect place to meet God and leave our ego there as we do so. Thus, the subliminal consciousness takes us to our God only in imagination. As we realize how distant we are from Him in matters of perfection, we submit our arrogance to Him. Adoration brings submission. Submission brings obedience.

This submission of arrogance and ego looks illusory and distant to an egoist and a non-believer just like the conception of utopia. His mind never submits. Never does the clarity dawn on him. He remains ignorant of the universe of Gods; beings better than him,in places better than his.

The imagination of God and your perfect place eradicates ego and increases belief in possibilities. It brings clarity from murkiness. Order from chaos.

Prayer and Positivity

When does the muted expression of a prayer end? The effect of an earnest invocation gushes liquidity of positive thoughts instantly into the barren valley of distressed mind. There exists a gossamer time-snap between the ending of a prayer and surge of positive thoughts. That time, even to its minutest detail is inscrutable. It is where all His glory and magic lies. That time after the prayer in which the mist of hope fills up in between the branches of the trees of doubt and leaves them with dew upon the dormant buds of positivity is where the person "adapts". The positive thoughts are mellifluous and comforting. They help us nowhere but in adapting to what has happened in our small world. They guide us to a glimpse of a bigger picture.

This elevating effect of prayer also contributes to "the placebo effect". A placebo effect is the one in which a sick person is elevated to recuperation through a series of support factors that only increase a person's adaptability towards the ailment and eventually help him win the battle against low hope. 

Thus a prayer goes a long way in clearing the path for a person's karma to take over the situation. It is just an initiation. The Karma still is the hero in getting a troubled person through. 

A prayer takes two forms. First, pre-event and second post-event. The former is very common and exhibited by every individual. The latter attributes to very small number of individuals. A prayer after the desired event has taken place forms the groundwork for sustainability of actions and fulfillment of desires concomitant to the event.

Hope and prayer are namesakes. It just changes names for believers and atheists. Everyone is hopeful for something at some point in life. It is inherent in children. The concept of prayer lies thus universal, free from guilt, it always helps, while not granted it exudes a perpetual hope. The darkness of hopelessness never invades the bright light of prayer in all its glory.

Realization of Happiness

The question is : Exactly when do we feel happy? Or is being happy the same as being content? They all are merely the form of elementary confusion around the matter. Confusion arises in the form of sarcasm pulled on the perception of your knowledge on this universal behavior and eventually grows into a virtual inquisitor who questions you at every folly moment or two; "Are you really sure that you should feel happy about this?". And there you are, ditching every good moment for a moment of restlessness for a resolution. Once you are caught in the whirlwind of trading what comes as a natural expression of happiness with spurious cries of confusion, you are rarely left without a question being stamped upon the worthiness of that moment. Therefore you must'not allow your mind to indulge in these rhetorical questions.
We now have learnt that a question upon happiness should not be entertained because once tried for an answer, it not only burgeons more questions but also contributes to the incipience of doubt about one's personality by attacking the confidence and belief.
Mark Twain has said, "If you are not happy here and now, you never will be". Thus the concept of being happy should be left out of the mill that only churns out what it produces. So if you need a reason to smile, you need a psychologist too.
Feeling happy about 'something' differs entirely from feeling happy about 'somebody'. You always question yourself when it comes to being happy about somebody. The major processing parameter when u appraise somebody for expressing or even experiencing your own happiness for him/her is the attention or response from the other side when you were sometime happy. You dig your memory to justify your happiness for somebody just so you can come up with an argument commanding not to. The reason why I am pointing this outright is because it is true for most and natural to the core of self. Being secure is what everybody wants. The security comes with the sense of relief planted by the observation that you have nothing to do about that person or that occasion. You actually become more selfish at that point than any other in your life when the scene or person actually demanded happiness to be expressed or experienced by you but you turned your back towards it by not acknowledging it as worthy. You abandon your happiness for a fleeting moment of judgement, a concomitant feeling of faux security dovetailed by the sense that you did not divulge your precious and secret smile to anything unrelated to selfish benefits. You stop. You move on. What remains mocking your frail sense of profit is your happiness...

Sound of the Silent Universe

It is believed that we are guided by a higher power. As we connect to Him, we begin to interact by resonating in certain inner frequencies on the perpetual string through which we are tethered to Him. These vibrations or natural hymns are the sounds of self or the inner universe. Listening to these forms the very core of Spirituality.

Our inner universe or self is characterised by many aspects. It can be the sense of happiness, freedom, or feeling of affection. These emotions determine the quality of self. The way to study the nature of the self is the way we connect to God. The higher energy is all around us in all frequencies or hues. It is upon us to understand the self and study it carefully, and finally stride to match the frequencies of emotions and needs to that of the universal string that connects and guides us. The choice of the emotion lies with us. This decision is called ‘karma’,the deeds which eventually shape our future. There are higher needs of awareness that trigger devotion, asceticism and kindness which are sought after by great men, and there are the lower ones of greed for money, power..both of which enable us to seek a divine intervention. Thus, the vibrations of the inner self, higher or lower in virtue are the listening chords for God. They both are equally important and equally addressed by Almighty.
There is a certain recipe to perceive or experience the presence of a higher power around us. As I relate it directly to the senses I start to realize the fact that there exists an immense silence in the universe, ulterior to the perceivable and omnipresent ho-cum. Lending an ear to this silence within you opens the gate to understand spirituality. I believe that as we go lower and lower on our energy expenditure on sensing and having faux attempts to change the happenings around us , we get higher and higher on scale of spiritual awareness. It’s a conflicting observation of thoughts that the 'awareness' and 'sleep of senses' come together. But there is an explanation for this paradox. As we try to turn off our senses for short time, we get closer to the moment of clarity wherein we realize who we are. I believe the very attempt to understand the inner universe is itself a success on the spiritual front, thus the only way to “see” the God.