The Choice of Love over Hate !

It is almost eight months since my last visit to Kashmir and I still could not get over the emotions and love which I got from the people over there.  Obviously how could I, when my chat box is still filled with all the images of apples and plums from the orchards of Kashmir. I spent some 6-7 days among those girls of Kashmir . I could feel that sense of belonging. It felt to me very easily that all they wanted was peace and their freedom like people in other part of country. Normal people would expect to treated as any other normal human being . Well, while browsing through those messages , a thought just came into my mind that a little approach can change a lot of things. It can be easily passed by and taken as a regular chat but I believe this small gesture means a lot to change few perceptions. Why do we cultivate so much of hate when there is an option of love and affection. I never thought that in this age when people hardly care about neighbors , I would get daily well wishes from those girls with whom I spent few days. Since there were lot of regional and cultural differences among us, so I was bit apprehensive about my acceptance among them. Well, those days were no less than a family treat and even after I have returned to my place, I could still feel those affection in their messages.  I am unable to acknowledge every message but still it is treated without any offence, so unlike most of us.

Accept somebody without any judgment and prejudices and it plays a positive note on mind. We learn to hate and judge very easily but do not take the stand to love someone. Nurturing negativity can obviously destroy many things. Acceptance without any judgement is the most important part and I am privileged to be the part of that circle. Although I was a guest in their house but the love and affection which is still there in those voice seem like I did some honor. This feeling is amazing.

Today we are living in the land where value of land is much more valuable the human lives. Kashmir is one of those worst affected areas. The normal human lives are torn apart between two different lands.  Such lives need acceptance and love rather than pre-conceived notions and isolation. Only land itself is not important , rather the people inhabiting those land are more valuable. Those who have to fight the battle on the field are doing so, to prevent the harmony of the country   , but we can also fight the battle against the hate by mutual acceptance.

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CONSCIENCE

This was suffocating for her, so many things to do in life but not enough time to devote. She wasn’t dying, but her situation was even worse, she wasn’t living.

Seriously, the day she was selected for this position, she had no clue about the transformations that were ready to pull her out from herself. She never denied hard work and responsibilities, but this new role was making her mechanical. When she looked around her and almost everyone was feeling the same.  When she became the part of this organization she was happy, so happy to get associated with a globally renowned organization. Her dreams began to take shape; she began to enjoy every bit of her self-independence, but not for long. Soon, she started realizing that she was losing her original charm, and very soon she would stop recognizing herself if she didn’t step out of her cubicle. There was nothing wrong in her job, but she wasn’t meant to do that. She was surrounded by countless people who were on the same boat, but some were enjoying the ride by choice, some were learning to, since they had no choice, and those of the third kind were shouting at the top of their pitch, but still paddling. She hated the fact that she was in the third category.

It was neither the work that was draining her nor the peer pressure, but something else. It was the failure of her innocent heart to understand the people in the complexity of the empire that had imprisoned her and disconnection with her own soul. Her’s was free soul, one that couldn’t be chained.

Nobody could be blamed for this, it was her own choice. If only she had discovered herself earlier!  Her craving to write something, urge to paint every beautiful thing she came across, and restlessness to spend few hours of her day with herself. All of it started to fade away, and she could very easily feel that disconnection with God. To write, to paint, and that solitude, all were perhaps the medium for her to be attached to her God.  She realized that money, materialistic pleasures were the things she rejoiced, but not her necessity. The job that she was doing, even though she was good at it, but never been able to accept it with open heart inspite of every possible self-effort. That perhaps was the mistake she made, to conclude that being good at what you do underlines your passion for it. But no, such isn’t the case. She was tired of chasing just money and materialistic pleasures like people around her were. She decided to shield away from this addiction before it engulfs her and cut down the voice of her conscience forever.

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Several years have passed, she is now working as an  Associate Lecturer with a nationwide famous University.  She is enjoying every bit of her job. Finally! It was reading, earning knowledge and then sharing knowledge, that she always urged for. These days she is working hard, very hard to satisfy the queries of her students, to answer the questions of intellectuals she meets in global seminars and conferences that she visits all over the world .But she never feels drained out, even for a moment, that blood sucking numbness as she felt in her past. She found her way and the fear of being lost in the crowd finally vanished.

Sometimes, due to immaturity or whatsoever reason we frame up that money, fame, power, popularity etc. are the only means that are supposed to bring happiness in our lives. And of course they do bring to some people, but we blindly run in the same line without sparing a moment to connect with ourselves and listen to its voice. Every human being is different right from the birth whether it is physical appearance or the inner reflection, then how can our goals be the same. In the pursuit of life, the idea is to discover that gifted trait , and then nurture it throughout our life. Let the illusions of glamour not snatch away the charm that defines us.