Sunday, 8 January 2017

Why I have No Religion?

No one has seen me pray truly...but there are innumerable prayers I have prayed in the shadows of solitude.

These prayers haunt the corners where no eye can find them and where no soul can seek them.

The reason for this intimacy is my controversial methods of seeking God, the one true I have ever known!

All this while I have feared that if I reveal how I truly seek the holiness, I will perhaps be shunned by the greater one just because it is something only we share. Sometimes I’ve even feared that my people will be prejudiced against me because they were taught to fear controversies from their very first breath.

However, I suddenly have the urge to let people know that there are no boundaries beyond their so called wall...and I want them to know and know again how and what it is to be off the grid.

Precautionary step: If there is expectation of dark magic and witchcraft, that is nowhere near what will be written hereafter.

To begin with, my ways of revering Him was developed due to different courses my childhood embarked upon.

Being under the influence of convents and churches from the very beginning, I learned the words of the Catholics. “The Father, the Son and the Holy Spirit” never failed to fascinate me with the power in magical words. Their words became the light to find the holiness and there has been no other language which has successfully helped me draw the power when I was in need of it.

Also, brought up by a bourgeoisie Bengali family, the only true faces of God I have known and believed in were those of the Hindu Goddesses. From Durga and Kali to Lakshmi and Saraswati, I have felt the presence of power only in female resorts of powerless souls. It is only when I picture those very faces laying their watchful eyes over me, giving a faint holistic smile, that I have felt secured even in the foggiest moments. I have seen that face frown, I have seen that face unhappy and I have seen that face merry like never before! I refer to him as him, yet I see him as her.

I’ve known God in the most unrealistically realistic way and there has been no other face which has successfully helped me seek the one true power better.

Talking of the gestures, my influences have been diverse. From television commercials and motion pictures, to books and impressive acquaintances, I have always been bewitched by the way their hands curve when the followers of Islam ask for the company of God. The slightest touch of either hands on one another and the sphere it protectively creates for the face always makes me feel at home. To me, it appears to be a symbol of God placing a crescent moon on the insides of our palms each time we pray as a token of gratefulness and adoration. Islam shall never fail to mesmerize the ones who desire to passionately identify with its meaning.

So conclusively, I pray with the words of a Catholic to a Hindu deity through the gestures of a Muslim, and my religion is God.

Our blood cannot define our Gods. 

I am psychologically free of all the strict roads to one single destination, if not officially. 

There is not one religious path I can follow anymore, and hereby, I give up being on one.


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Saturday, 14 May 2016

Beyond the Screen

A few months ago, I started uploading my letters to a blog, and I’ve been promoting it ever since. The best part about being engaged in promoting it was, I came across a lot of opinions from people all over the world. I came across several blogs and communities and discovered that there were thousands of blogs and each had a new perspective. It was overwhelming to know that there were so many people out there who embraced the power of words with such fierce passion and that they still cared to voice their opinions.

There were still those who made the effort of discovering strange and distant minds...and all through the platform of the revolutionizing internet. Its simply magic. A person from a certain region gets to be inside the deepest caves of a mind sitting far far away looking at a whole new world through a little screen. Its a brilliant platform where only the minds interact, keeping our physical selves aside for a while.

I’m a believer of the theory that the core of our souls rest in our in a dramatic sense, this makes the web an interface for interface for the inner being which rests within our mind...irrespective of how we look, speak or walk.

Its nothing short of magic.

Perhaps we are finally getting used to decoding and using the magic that surround all of us every moment...and very very soon there will be life-changing revelations about this world.

We humans have a very powerful mind and more we come to know of it, the more we respect and fear it. We hear, see, feel and think with our minds, and every differing opinion and perception we have, has its root in the mind. We think and act differently just because our brains are structured differently and its this difference which makes the human race as bright as it is this difference which we are so eager to voice...and we have successfully discovered millions of ways to do the same, one of the ways being the Web.

Ranging from videos, social media and music to blogs, apps and e-books...people have come to know of the power and ecstasy the internet can provide them. People have found a pleasure in going “viral” and the initial goal has evolved from 'expressing views' to 'expressing views and making it popular'.

Its a different world out there...inside the screen. Sitting behind one, we no longer need to hide, which of course makes the expression of self much more easy and smooth. Its a whole new world which promises a very unexpected future. I'm glad that this world gave me a wide range of opportunities and pulled me out of the cocoon I once was so comfortable in.

Date: 26th May, 2015
Time: 11:45 AM

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Sunday, 20 March 2016

Eternal Life - Live for as long as you want.

I feel really blank today...sitting with a pen and a paper just for the sake of it.

Usually I write only when my mind is overflowing with thoughts...but today I'm just hopelessly I guess I'll just summarize few of my past experiences...

Recently, I visited Bangalore and Bhubaneshwar for exam and admission naturally, I got to explore and tour a lot...and the most interesting part of this whole journey was that every little thing felt so extravagantly beautiful. From sky scraping buildings to old men at coffee shops....from flightless little birds to the endless cacophony of the traffic. Every passing moment was personified for some reason...and it made me feel like life was finally being lived.

I kept linking this unnatural experience to something I heard in the distant past. "We all live a little longer as a kid." Time is stretched for the younger souls. As a child, everything our senses touch upon, is new. We put more focus into everything that surrounds us, we are awestruck by the simplest of events just...just because they are new. All our senses remain alert for us to intensely experience every moment. We live the most.

On growing, our alertness to everything around us diminish...and we get the illusion that time is flying away, at tremendous speed. This piece of theory intrigued me...affected me deeply. As I've mentioned previously, I already feel that my time is limited, so, when I heard about this theory,  I sort of realized that there's a way to live way beyond the years that Time allot to each and everyone of us.

It is the simple act of observation. I am a witness myself. When I really observe something, I get connected with it, which helps me to understand the true nature of the object. It can be anything and everything...mountains, bottles, cats, clouds...absolutely anything. When we are observing something, we are actually sparing a thought or two for that object. This is a very quick process, but as we are thinking...and we know that thinking is a very complicated process, we have the illusion that time is being stretched.

And this really works...when we wonder like a child at everything we  see, every moment elongates itself, making us live a longer life in our mind.

The only obstacle to this illusory long life is that most of us don't bother to wonder at the simplest thing our life gifts us. We just don't give a damn about the common everyday stuff...which can very smoothly be turned into a rare piece of admiration. The key ingredient is imagination...with a hint of rationalism. This mix acts like a magical potion which connects the internal and external world. Every other time one sees an object, he must view it with a different perception...view it from varying angles. Flexibility of the mind is very important. Once we see an object, we form opinions about it...but the next time we see it, our minds must be powerful enough to go past those opinions...and...and look beyond!

This multi-angled view sometimes makes us lose faith in our own decision making skills...because every angle which used to be wrong, seems legit from another angle...Having a different set of opinions for different perceptions will cause internal conflict, but only then can one understand the beauty of the bigger picture and the pleasure of conflict...and ultimately, the decisions grow firmer, better.

So, when we'll view things from varying angles, every other time, we'll be amazed by the discovery of a new potential the object traps in itself. The more we'll observe, more alert will be our senses, the more we'll live in our minds.

Its really that simple. The key to eternal life is mere observation.

...and I'm grateful for having realized this.

So, coming back to the link between the tourist spots and the theory, I think all those places...the monuments, the lighted streets, the strangers from the new city...everyone and everything, opened my senses a tad bit more! I wanted to take it all in at once..everything was new and fascinating. Perhaps that was the reason I felt so rich mentally.

There's a high possibility that this theory edges on not being accurate, but I believe in it, because my experiences tell me to do so. It has made me live longer than I would have usually lived in a given time span.

It is a major illusion...or may be not
...but most things are...
And sometimes...just sometimes...
Illusions are better than reality.


Date: 22nd May, 2015
Time: 4:20 PM

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