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Truce with Tragedy

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Certain anecdotes often influence us to  rethink our approach towards life. I believe, each action of ours results from a collection of  such experiences. Today, I wish to talk about  my experiences with the notion called ‘Tragedy’. Before I proceed, I wish to impress upon the reader that I thoroughly understand and respect the belief that each of us have had our share of joys and sorrows, and there is no common scale for comparison. This post will be my honest attempt to record my experiences and my actions thereof. 

Everyone’s life is similar to waves on the ocean floor, with  characteristic highs and lows, and my life is no different. I have had my share of highs and lows, today I wish to talk about my struggle during one such low-phases in my life. When I was first introduced to the situation, my view of issues had various elements to it : distortions, fixations and compulsions amongst others. I lost my hope on the future for some precious moments in life, which I cherish till date. I have noticed that our ability to think objectively will take an hit when we are going through a tragic phase. Every thought, has a previous condition to work with and build on with little possibility for  freshness in our approach. 
It is important that we clearly understand that there exists a distortion in our perception, and come over it. Our actions are influenced by the values we are attracted to and prize. Each of us, enjoy certain aptitude and ability to work with, and devise a possible remedial action to the best of our knowledge.While all of these endowments and values are present as potentialities in our core self and while we are capable of appreciating and actualizing all of them, temperamentally we favor some over others and our responses stack into a hierarchy, with one or a few being more potent than others.During such a phase, there is a possibility we feel  sorry for ourselves.It is important for us to realize pity is not what lessons of tragedy or actions bring to people, but it is a mistake that comes with such lessons. We should be able to identify it and look beyond the notion of self-pity.
It is always important to appreciate yourself and realize nothing is worth more than your free will. In short, as Friedrich Nietzsche puts it in his work The Birth of Tragedy : No price is  too high to pay for the privilege of owning yourself. I understood, nothing else weighs heavily on us, compared to confusion and loss of consciousness for our depressed soul . I negotiated a truce with tragedy…I own myself now and I am proud of it.

Voices of Fear

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Note: Today, I wish to present before you, an unique observation about emotions. In this post, I shall examine how the emotion ‘fear’ is a driving force for various emotions. 

Fear is an interesting emotion…The more we try to understand the root cause for any emotion and actions related thereof,  fear features as one of  the influencing factors. Voices of fear from within, which  tempt us to  lie, cheat and deceive people in our lives…voices that never help us realize that a relation is a promise… a promise of trust, never to lie and be true to each other…can only be dispelled by trusting the voice that comes from the heart…voice that shall help us understand the essence of living with virtue…like a beautiful rose, with its fragrance filling the space around us.
Love and compassion for others, for the world itself is what we need to respect and try to imbibe into our actions. This alone will help us grow over the fear of unknown, fear of losing what you have or of not getting what you want.  Try it!
 
Place: Cambridge, MA
Date:  14th Feb 2010

Easement : My Life

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To,                                                                                                                  Date: 21st Feb 2010
Director-in-Charge,
Depository of Dreams.
Sir,
I always wondered what my dreams mean? I  have come to believe that each of my dreams give a peek into  what the future holds for me and people in my life. Today, I wanted to share one such dream of mine, that turned into reality.
A prisoner was seated at a table, and an officer of merit was standing across the table. After few moments of silence, a conversation ensued. The prisoner said, “It is a tremendously hostile world that I endure…I am here to survive. It is natural that everyone has an instinct to survive. I learnt to live my life the way I do, after understanding what tremendous feats human beings are capable of once they abandon dignity.” Both were silent for a while, and then the officer said, “Acquire a heart…only then you can call yourself human, and understand what suffering means. And what you call a tremendous feat, is in reality a heinous act.”
And then I woke up…
Today, I understood…she was the prisoner, and the officer was me.
In complete honesty,
Abhijith

Salutation : Vicereine of Stupidity

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To,
HRH The Duchess of Nothingness.
I always trusted that our relation may tend to unite in a bond of close affection; with mutual respect, concern and appreciation ranging from the highest to the humblest. I always felt our relation shall be an example for great principles of liberty, equality, and justice; and shall promote our happiness, and add to our prosperity, and welfare.

However, with your incredible acts of stupidity you have positioned yourself beyond doubt that you never really understood : people are meant to be loved, while things are meant to be used. You always entertained a confused self, used people and continued to love material things around you. I fail to understand your justification to seek forgiveness, when you shall be presented to Almighty.
 

With no regard,
Victim of your selfish intentions/lifestyle.
 
Confidentiality: The contents of this mail are intended for HRH The Duchess of Nothingness. It contains information which may be of a confidential and privileged nature.

Sweet Poison

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” You are what your silences are… All the noise you make is for the World…”

You are one of the intentionally best-kept sinful secrets of your world.  No one  can really tell what you truly have come to become, for you never spoke the truth…all you knew was how to deceive, but not how to love…Allow me to share your story today…to not hold such an ugly and sinful truth close to my heart, to not cheat or deceive others for protecting you, to seek beyond you is, a multitude of unique blessings. 

New to your ways, I remember the delicious agony of waiting through a seemingly interminable night for the magic dawn of morning. In my eager anticipation of the wondrous surprises awaiting us, I forgot the painful events that the long night presented. While living through the night, there was darkness all around with no logical reason for your actions. The agony to seek a plausible reason for the same is beyond my faculties of description. In my anxiety to marry happiness I neglected the many unique indications to protect myself, not only from such a false hope, but from a deceiving exaltation. To live through the night, to see  the light of the day…to  realize that all you possibly can do is to deceive your parents and those who love you is such a learning experience.

I learnt my lesson,  to  look for answers…not in what others say, but  in their silences….you  and your heinous existence are merely an instrument for this lesson. May the Lord show mercy on your parents, for they are not at fault for what you are today – a sinful existence worthy of death and nothing else…Amen!

Life: Switcheroo

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I always felt, my sense of existence was because of you…one I love, to be by your side through thick and thin, never let you cry…never let you sigh. Life is a jigsaw with blank spaces to fill, it is up to us to figure out how to pick from choices we have. All I always wanted was just a little something…beautiful and sweet to fill  the void. I wanted you to add meaning to my existence…to look beyond the blank space, to  absorb happiness from around us…to complete my picture. 

This was my method for happiness. Spaces once filled add meaning to picture…my life. To hold  more than one piece to fill the void, is to hold too many to paint a beautiful picture. To place one over the other, spoils the picture and nothing else.

Learn to turn around and seek with honesty. Life is like a book, what matters is how good it is, not how long it is…it is about how beautiful is the picture you make of it…Life is a switcheroo.

Relation : The Conquest of Differences

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I always felt that actions were a secondary representation of  an emotion, just as speech was a secondary representation of thought. The speaker has something in their mind; words were found to express that thought. The effectiveness of the words  should not be a parameter of evaluation for the thought. Likewise, intention plays a primary role to understand the truth of an emotion.
This kind of a schematic in regard to emotion, will speak of a comparative approach. Actions frame a method to express our emotion,  and their effectiveness  is a step towards the truth involved  in our intention.  Sometimes, our actions are a poor representation of our emotion, the farther we are away from the person, the less we are understood. If we compare relation to a statement in literature, the philosophical bases of an emotion and a relation provide perhaps the most elaborate critique of the logocentrism involved. 
For a relation, it should not be a forceful communication of the essential truth, since understanding and respect for each other should come from within. All communication, be it spoken or written, merely convey fragments that might help one acknowledge the inner truth one already has, thus respecting  each other. Similarly, spoken and written words might convey not only thoughts but also are in themselves a kind of practice, and actually following the practice will lead to understanding.
Let us appreciate the linguistic behavior of the statement : Relation.

Elegy: Emotion

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Archives of Hell

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No one knows how many vulnerable kids especially girls are at a constant risk of physical and mental abuse. There is a need to list them as a vulnerable group to initiate a support function  to address this concern.Yet the sexual/mental exploitation and drug abuse that is an inevitable part of their lives, points to a serious problem in urgent need of attention.
The treatment they are subjected to, influences their food habits and attitude towards life. All of them  are subjected to and have experienced such treatment for different lengths of time. All of them seek more  freedom to control their environment, thus escape and break free from such treatment. This  creates a scenario of my “choice” and my “freedom and friendship decisions”. This disturbs their social habits and approach towards life.  
Most of them are deprived, abjectly neglected children who are barely visible. With little or no  freedom to voice their issues with their parents, they turn into ‘hard-hit’ children. Such children become highly mobile  deprived of affection and normal upbringing. They suffer from an attitude change in regard to value education and fall prey to strategies like ‘sex for comfort, pleasure and money,’ and ‘drugs for bliss and loss of pain’.

Lacking a supporting environment in more ways than one, these children fall prey to the worst  attitude influences that affect their outlook towards life. The motives to engage in  such behavior towards children include pleasure, immediate lust-reduction, inferiority complex and material gain (food, money, drugs).

There is an immediate need to address this concern. There is a need to open up the channel of communication with your kids, to engage them in discussion, create a space for dialogue. This will help them become more judgmental about their actions and consequences that follow.

July 4th…

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Somewhere in an unKnown City—during a winter night,he stood outside on an empty street—for years he will remember the wait.With  energy drained, and his fingers failing to recognize themselves, he was treated by a  lopsided gesture—snow and silent tears. But as he stood to turn cold, his inner voice said in rather non-preppy terms, “There was no way that you are treated with dignity—even if you have come from a far-off land, you still are a stranger.” If  he was told earlier, it would have been a discounted experience from his life.
This was not how it was supposed to end—23-year-old darling with the fairy-angel looks, the outlandish wardrobe and the very improper private-school vocabulary. She was born in Peru, the lady of his dreams for years. but she grew up in Houston— fashioning an attitude which he tried hard to understand—never understood.Though he was also 23, had fared just as well as anyone else in life, he was treated like a foil by the flashy, Peruvian-born American.

She led a life of ingenuine primer, albeit with dark secrets. He was clearly the aggressor and  sought the ring from the start. Even in the early going, before he could truly understand her, she seemed listless, with her spark or  rather purposeful activity. He showed great support that was expected to keep faith. She responded with indignity and callous affection.
He kept staring at the deserted road, filled with snow. His two fingers clinched, and he started walking away—she betrayed him again. He hesitated a moment and then turned back—struggling to say goodbye. But things have come to an end—deceit and a string of lies did the trick. She continued to relax with a warm cup of tea, reclining with her right arm over the couch—with little or no concern.

Though he stood by her during the storm—expecting a return of favor was a sin. By that point she deserved the hype—scoring for the current favorite. And then she said to herself, “This is all part of being young and ambitious. I nibble on the innocent “. She continued to seek her life, with all respect and glory. 

He is lost in search for his consciousness, even till today—July 4th.