From birth till death, we face innumerable obstacles, tough times and even sometimes failed meetings with death. No matter how lazy we are, we all learn till our last moment of life. We gather experiences one after the other as each juncture of this life unfolds like a secret scroll. We learnt to walk with much effort, we learnt languages spending days and days. We fall from heights, we learn to stand back, we make mistakes, we do right things. Let’s assume that the concept of rebirths is true, then it means i can’t remember even a tiniest fraction of what I learnt during the previous life.. So there should be a leaning which can be carried over the births; something which I learn or realize today and it never leaves my memory even after thousand rebirths.. I am speaking about those experiences which you can recollect and which can guide you even after you die and be reborn myriad times.. I am still searching and yet to find out what and where is that type of learning.
when love whips with its sweet pangs
i whither like infant moon fallen
in this night from sky of hope,
nay able to even shed
a drop of tear for his beloved sky.
when separation kills brutally each dream,
i beg like a beggar maid here
whose hands were erased by her lover lord
with a promise of a life in palace of smiles
and left on sands of this crowded street.
Life of this wanderer be taken back now
but fate should give me a moment of strength
to say that I am in the zenith of pride
for I could get someone as you
to walk with me in this life
where the only thing I own
is where my soul will live
forever after I sing my final song.
Those lives mine submerged in gold
and those lives mine crushed by fate
were only but my penance to finally
see your face in one life as a human
where this soul would have
nothing else to treasure but you.
I did wish nothing in each life but
to be aside you as a silent admirer
for I did never think that the deaf fate
would someday ask you to walk with me
and become the only thing I own.
My doubt for the day is very simple. what do we own in life? We don’t own this body. After death, I have no control over it.Leave that, we don’t have any control over many phenomena associated with body even when we are alive, for instance diseases. We don’t own the water we drink. we don’t own the food we eat. we don’t own even the air we breathe. we don’t own our children. they come through us, not from us. So what do we own in life?
It’s the time of the year when students passing out from twelfth standard will find themselves busy in the preparations for entrance exams. I wish I could tell them what I feel about engineering after walking a bit longer in the way of life as an Engineering student. Engineering is the way of life where you question each phenomenon, find out reasons and if possible, apply the principle involved somewhere else productively. Never take a branch because of compulsion or because you think it can fetch you a good job. You can appreciate a concept only if you are interested in knowing about it. So interest is the first thing to be analyzed whenever a student decided to go for engineering education. Engineering education changes your personality and perceptions to an extent which you cant even imagine. If you stay on track, it would teach you to question and reason the various things happening around you. It would help you to appreciate yourself and others. It would teach you perseverance and teamwork. It would give you a whole new pair of eyes. Your life will be never the same after you choose to be an ENGINEER.
Birthday celebrations of Bala sir. After cutting the cake we all sat down around a table. We were eager to listen to sir who is a great thinker too…
“Science is incomplete…,” he said, “There are many phenomena which science has not addressed till now.. Think about it guys… Scicence has come to a stage where it has to accept that observer affects the experiment. Now, do you see this piece of cake?”
We all nodded our heads and he continued, “Do I see it because it exists there or Is it existing because I see it?” We were all with agapped mouths thinking about the new perception of existance of a material… Does things really exist or do they exist because we perceive them?
Why each flower was given a different fragrance and yet there meet the same death? Why each sunset is so different from the rest and yet the darkness has the same sorrow? Why each being is so different and yet cry alike?