My Interpretations - Part Two (*phew* atLast!! ;-) )

Well, well..I guess the Part Two took quite some time. Sorry to keep all my readers waiting :D If you are still waiting with bated breaths, please have a sip of water and come back, as I will go on with some rigmarole before I actually come to the subject ;) I take liberty in being my own "sweet" critic, thus saving the humiliation, and keeping up the dignity, by overtaking those who just part their lips to comment about something... Well : ) that's me..Now that I have indulged into this senseless comprehension, I hear some grumbles and I guess they are louder after that sip of water.. So I continue with my Interpretations.. I'm now locked up in my room, thus curbing my fingers from typing "to be contd.." hence giving birth to a Part 3 ;-) ;-)

My interpretations - about Religion, God, Faith, Life and things of least importance to many.

I sat down to think about the very reason behind the emergence of religions, the concept of God. I have given this so much thought that I've started viewing things in unanimity. My theory might be far from Science,Logic or whatever. But I'm just taking liberty to blog what my mind conceives. Stepping out the door, there are so many things we see. So many things we don't see as well. I tried this at a crowded bus stop. I observed people and there was a real conflict of emotions, unspoken, but very daring, staring right at you! I was just contemplating, what was running through their minds. And, I just wondered, it would have been a difficult task, for God to create so many lives and bring in some form of unity between them, just to maintain harmony in the world. That's when I feel, religion was born. (*Tadaaa!!* *AVM* bgm)...Let's take an example of a school. There may be 1000 or more kids, all of different shapes and sizes., coming in several packages. A uniform however brings in some bond, just to channelize them and mould them into a single unit. In the same way, religions were born, to channelize people. To take them through one path of wisdom. To me, religions are just different interpretations of God. God is one, but God is interpreted in different ways. It is just that, someone took the lead, and followed one of God's interpretations. People who believed, followed suit. And hence, we had a group of people, organized and united, in the "name of God", and thus a new religion was born. When this happened all over the world, different people started believing in different ways. Thus based on the geography of the area, a few miracles and lot more blessings, considered as gifts from God, the world became united in the name of God, but still fragmented, in the name of Religion. All this is just my thoughts, ideas, and expressions. You are all entitled to your opinions, as I am.
My God is Human :
A weird comparison?? I take an example of one human being(Man) and I thought I'd relate this one person to all the religions (actually 3 main ones I'm well aware of). Here's what I came up with...
A human is more a human because he has - a heart which beats and thus prolongs his life: a brain - which controls his actions, enforcing a discipline into his body: the other important organs and limbs - that help in his perception, survival and sustaining the quality of him being a human. Taking all this into consideration, here's my interpretations (Supposed to be the actual "matter" content of part two :D :D As usual, I just got carried away! ;P )
Human Body :
The Heart - Christianity :
Only a heart can undergo all sufferings and pain , but still forgive the cause of the pain. Talk of heart-aches, or heart-breaks..I leave it to your judgment. But just, for this one quality , I thought the Heart can be related to Christianity.
The Brain - Islam :
The brain is the so(u)l(e) controller of the entire body, and it has a role in all our actions. I know a few friends who come from this religion. I've always admired them for their discipline and almost all of them, had a driving force to entrust complete faith in "their" interpretation of God.
The Others - Hinduism :
I am a Hindu, though I like to be referred to as a Theist than being categorized as a Hindu. Unity in diversity - Hinduism stands as an example to it. Just like all the different organs, limbs, which all function for one purpose - to give life to the human. With its diversity, each with a different purpose, different classifications and hence, several interpretations of "My God", Hinduism forms a large family to panegyrize the several forms of my one God.
Conclusion [ *Atlast* Applause please] : "My God is Human "!!

UPDATE : As on 9/10/08 :
An alternative to Hinduism - The Mind. I would like to quote here, Niranjan who was kind enough to suggest an alternative, with a reasonable explanation :) [In the Comments section]
" Let us call Hinduism , "The Mind". Now the mind is not the heart, nor is it the brain (the former is a blood pump and the latter is the is an integrated circuit with a lot of logic gates and FPGA's ). It's there in us, but not in any apparently physical form. It is interpreted by various people in various ways but one, and all agree it is what makes mankind what it is "

Though I din't get the part about FPGA's and Logic Gates, I agree to this interpretation. If any of you have any other alternatives, post them in the comments section. You can relate it to any of the religions. I will try and update here, as much as possible. Thank you!



There ends My interpretations - about Religion, God, Faith, Life and things of least importance to many. (no worries, I'm not typing "to be continued"... :O .... oh oh!even though I've typed it ;) I dint mean it!) ;P :P :P So chillax! (;-) )

Note : (Just in case you didn't notice ;-) Making sure, you scroll back and notice !:D )
I haven't genderized God in any statement. I don't like to genderize God . I 'm against the term "goddess" too. I strongly believe that God can be a male, female, or both or even "it"! I guess, its the perceptibility that counts. I perceive God as God and there's no He, She, or It...I find nothing wrong about the way things are going on in this world. About the way the religion is perceived. About the religious rites, sometimes followed by "riots". All in the name of God....Well...If only people can hear God screaming and asking them to stop!....Who said this - "The Gods Don't Mind ...but "They" DO! " They referring to all those caught up in beliefs in taking out peoples lives , (not) again (!), in the "name" of God. They referring to all those who lead lives to bestow massive destruction upon a group people, again with God as an excuse....
And yeah..! by the way...I said it! ;) :) ;-)

Go on and post comments. But please don't ask me anything. I cannot answer any of them, if they are logical or scientific or religious. Because, No.1 I'm pathetic in VIVA-VOICE (;-)
No.2.I didn't do any research. I just spoke my heart out...Again..On impulse! So spare me! I wouldn't mind discussing the issue though..!!!
Now for some excitement : Post blog contest :
Q: The number of times the blogger has used the expression "in the name of God" . ..
Correct answers to be posted in the comments section. Exciting gifts waiting! Hurry!!!
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Thank You!
May "MY GOD ;) " Bless You All !! :-)

A bLASt fRoM tHE pAST.....~!

HE-SHE?!!

He asks her if she can…

She says that she can…

He asks her to wash his clothes…

She does it with all heart...

He treats her like a fly…

She just gives him a chance to try..!

He speaks ill of her...

She takes it all into her...

He keeps reminding her of being an intruder…

She keeps fighting back with frozen tears…

He asks her to clean his shoes…

She does it without any woes…

He brings a girl into the house..

She responds like a mouse…

He suddenly decides to disown her...

She ,this time..,pleads to him to have her…

He sways from here to there…

Like a bird caught between two branches…

From the girl to her…

Not knowing to whom to hear…

He then makes a decision…

He holds her neck with disgust…

She struggles and starts to protest…

He shoves her out of the house…

She falls on the pavement…

She gets up…with her face filled with shock…

She takes one last look at him…

Their eyes meet…

Tears flow…

She utters a last word of prayer…

“GOD…PLEASE FORGIVE MY SON!!!~~!!”

- !~!somsie~!~!

P.S. :

A poem written when I was in Class XI...Just a reminiscence. Memories, never fade away.........~~~!~!~!

My Interpretations...

"There is only One God, that I will bow down to.
There is only One God, that I will say thank you. "

- In My Father's Words , Blaaze.

My interpretations - about Religion, God, Faith, Life and things of least importance to many.

I'm a person strongly ruled by principles and beliefs. I have a very strong conviction about God and I don't believe in religion. I'm as strong a theist can be, excluding the fact that I don't believe in religion. To me, God does exist. God created the Universe, created Life on earth. Created Darwin and made him figure out, the evolution process. The World is never a small place. There are so many forms of life, so many people constricted by rigid rules set across ages ago, by some unknown force. Science has taught us one inevitable art - the art of questioning. Sometimes, "acceptance" is an easier option. It's practical as well. But only when we question, the basics of the situation at hand evolve, the elapse in time gets figured out, and finally, the human mind comes to one theory on its own, again ending in "acceptance" of that theory. The same happened to this person, typing away furiously, all the thoughts that have stayed in the cerebral cortex coming out in one flow. She can't stammer while using the keyboard, but she technically does in context of her thoughts. And a sudden stop comes over them, she is called for dinner. She keeps the browser window still open. She has dinner, with a book in hand, the last few pages of which she has been planning to finish for ages. By the time she gets back, the synchronization between the cortex and the soul is lost. She sighs and takes a deep breath. Does what she isn't used to doing and drafts the post. Suddenly, a thought comes to her head. She plans on making it a series and she types "Part-1" here. She is scared to type "to be continued" but still does it, trusting her passion more than her leisure. And she forgets something and adds a "Post Subscript"- She still hasn't finished that book. . . !!!
Interpretation : Maybe the book was too good, that she decided to finish it first and then blog.
For those people where "curiosity spared the cat and killed them" , for once, the book is "the Notebook " by Nicholas Sparks. An author who always makes her eyes moist with emotions, "peelings" to some people. She decides that she's gone too far already, typing too much about herself than about the post itself and stops here. And I type : To be continued...............................!

Children - Truly from Heaven

"Children are the hands by which we take hold of heaven".

Starting as usual with an SQ ( "sutta" quote), which my blog has seen just too many, and all coming from one source...! Children - Truly from heaven (Starting with title, when I don't get the topic sentence! Ain't I honest? ? *Ahem Amen*! ;-)) I'm sometimes totally lost in the world of kids. Observing a child teaches me more about life than anything else. It's just not about the beauty. Its about the innocence, the touch, the expression, and an yearning to learn which takes a trip downhill, as and when people grow older, calling themselves mature and in some cases "just too busy", failing to do the most important gift granted by nature - To Observe. It is a child which wants to know "why" the sky is blue, the oceans are blue at some places and green in some places (questioning reflection), the trees are green(Chlorophyll ? ), the mountains are brown(In touch with Earth?) , and so on , as taught to them in their arts 'n' crafts classes. Do we ever question to why we are doing something, from generation to generation, without even knowing the cause ? And not to forget, the "so-called" superstitions.Some of the superstitions do have some logical explanations. It's about the majority of them, leading the track of stupidity.For instance - The Black Cat crossing the Road - Black Omen phenomenon! Once upon a time, a cat gets tired of walking on the same side of the road, and decides to take a drastic step, a probable risk for a cat, and crosses the road. And a "Mr.X" sees it, and the next minute, something bad happens to Mr.X. Why blame the cat? It would have happened, whether or not, the cat stayed on the same side of the road or crossed it. It's astonishing that the same countries which believe in destiny, fate and karma, believe in this weird theory! And target will always be on a "BLACK" cat!! If its really reasonable, even then, it should apply to all colours of cats. Did we ever stop to think of that? A child would always question this stupidity . Ever since a child utters the first syllable, which then develops slowly into words, proceeding to a jumbled sentence to a coherent sentence - all affirmatives, to which the parents have only awed expressions stuck on their faces, a look of wonder at the beauty of their language uttered by their children's lips. When the same sentence comes tagged with a question mark, the awed expression becomes all flawed...They end up doing what their parents(awed-struck ones again!!) did when they themselves ,while as kids, questioned stupidity. So on and so forth, where a child's observance and inquisitiveness is masked in the name of "security" and "care". It would be great to let kids loose and allow them to explore. Allow them to live their lives and not second-hand lives of their parents. All this is my opinion. An opinion of a 21 year old, living a life of unfulfilled dreams. Some dreams yet to be fulfilled. Dreams of making it big in a field I chose out of shear fantasy-Biotechnology (I still question that choice I made). Dreams of finding peace in a house at the hill top, undisturbed and existing in tranquility with nature. Dreams of starting a nursery school sometime in life (That's what this post is all about).Dreams of changing my environment.Dreams of putting a stop to the logically absurd beliefs engulfing humanity. Dreams of becoming a writer. Dreams of publishing a book.Dreams of cherishing every moment. Dreams of lovin my life.Dreams of living it !~!~!~!~!

Picture Courtesy : Cutie-Pie next door... :-) :-)

Pssssshhhh...It's story time...Just Listen !!!

The Story of the Pencil

A boy was watching his grandmother write a letter. At one point, he asked : ' Are you writing a story about what we've done ? Is it a story about me? '
His grandmother stopped writing her letter and said to her grandson : ' I am writing about you, actually, but more important than the words is the pencil I'm using. I hope you will be like this pencil when you grow up.'
Intrigued, the boy looked at the pencil. It didn't seem very special.
'But it's just like any other pencil I've ever seen!'
'That depends on how you look at things. It has five qualities which, if you manage to hang on to them, will make you a person who is always at peace with the world.
'First quality : you are capable of great things, but you must never forget that there is a hand guiding your steps. We call that hand God, and He always guides us according to His will.
'Second quality : now and then, I have to stop writing and use a sharpener. That makes the pencil suffer a little, but afterwards, he's much sharper. So you, too, must learn to bear certain pains and sorrows, because they will make you a better person.
'Third quality : the pencil always allows us to use an eraser to rub out any mistakes. This means that correcting something we did is not necessarily a bad thing; it helps to keep us on the road to justice.
'Fourth quality : what really matters in a pencil is not its wooden exterior, but the graphite inside. So always pay attention to what is happening inside you.
'Finally, the pencil's fifth quality : it always leaves a mark. In just the same way, you should know that everything you do in life will leave a mark, so try to be conscious of that in your every action.

- As written by Paulo Coelho in his book
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*Applause* for this beautiful piece. Paulo Coelho, my all time favourite author, once again leaves me jaw-opened with this piece. I term his writing as "serene" and "pure". He is the writer, who taught me how to read signs, how to trust in life, and "maktub" - It's written - a belief in destiny and a greater belief in God. My thinking took on a new dimension and ever since I read this, I've been pestering every bookish person I meet to read this piece. The extent of truth portrayed with such an aura of simplicity still baffles me... I just thought I had to spread this message. Hence this post... :-) :-) A great excuse for contemplation... Hope you guys enjoyed it as much as I did.
My favourites of Paulo's :
Maktub,it's written - "The Alchemist"
Love Simply Is - "The Witch of Porto Bello"
Good and Evil - " The Devil and Miss Prym"
Different=Mad? ! - "Veronica decides to Die"
Perrenial Thoughts - "Like a flowing river "

My Dad told me this, when we were into a politically non-conflicting religious discussion. I don't know who quoted this...

"For those who believe in God, no explanation is necessary... For those who do not believe in God, no explanation is possible...! " [I again go :O :O :O Whoa!! :P ;-) ]


P.S : There was no "This story is from Paulo's Book" and people who have read it already can skip it if you like, at the top, because, I knew quite well that people who have already read it, won't mind reading it fully, a second(nth?) time. . . ;-) :-) :-) Bliss ? ? Of course it is... !~!

- s()MS!e

Kutty Kutty things - back with a Bang!!!

Saturday, the fourteenth. A day which reminded me for the umpteenth time about my future, my career, my fear and losing everyone near and dear... Mom asked me to wash some kitchen-use,extremely dirty and "odourish" towels. As I was scrubbing away, testing the make of the Rin Soap with a "dress" (net cover),and taking the privilege of being subjected to a daily chore, which happens once in a blue,green,orange,black moon.. ;) I had all the water in the universe at my command..I rotate the knob of a tap, and there comes pouring down, the elixir of life (Reminded of a class 11 lesson in English Prose..*thinks hard,but calls it quits, coming back to the subject ;) * ) Amidst the scrub and whenever I'm tired, a mere rub, I was suddenly reminded of my "Malgudi Days"...Days at St.John's. The most closest experience to a college life, learn t at school..Now things are in reverse..My college is now worse than school(Pet name - Jail"BIRD")... *ponders about God's plan* A lot of memories at school. But the only one related to a "scrub-rub" is something which ironically happens almost only on school working Saturdays or Sundays..The"white-shoe-wash-episode" :) We (me and bro) had to do this because of a "terror" sir who messed big time in his pathetic "tanglish"... one example is, he comes every Friday afternoon. Points out at any face in his Karma that day and says these words.."Sunday "CARE-CUT" don't FORGOT" [ He meant to say, Sunday Haircut,don't Forget]. These words are always accompanied by the wag of his fat forefinger, with his brows and mustache in stiff competition to who can screw up better.Now back to the Scrub. Whenever this episode happens, its always my bro first and me next.Initially, my bro took over. Or someday s, Dad took over and did 2 pairs, mine and my bro's. I still remember, the first time I was to wash my shoes. It was a great feeling of pride to me. I put my heart and soul into scrubbing all the dirt away. I always used to scowl in the end, to why that it always remained blue unlike the "angelic white" appearance of the shoes show cased on Ads. And only after that did I realize the importance of "Cherry Blossom" which soon flipped to "Kiwi" because of the cute Ads on the idiot box. As soon as the drying period was over, on Sunday night,in the last minute, my bro and me would start painting our darlings white,making them shift from Rapunzel (With lace) to Snow White(Without Lace) ;-). It is a bliss to think of all that now. To think of those times, when every breath I took added meaning to my Life. Every moment was a surprise. I wish these days last forever, for real rather than a mere memory. Life is a surprise gift. Wrapped in a useless, least attractive package, with scratches and patch-ups. But within, there is a real testimony to the existence of "GOD" [Capital G for respect, O,D,in caps for complete FAITH]. Such is the beauty of life. L-I-F-E i-S b-E-a-U-t-I-f-U-L ..... ;-) :-)
My favourite Poet again. (Namba Thala ilamaya? ;-) )

"I can summarize LIFE in just three words... "IT GOES ON " ! ! !
-Robert Frost
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P.S.
This post,as usual is unplanned and written out of sheer instincts. Half way through I realized it sort of had a connection to one of the most beautiful movies I've ever seen. Actually two movies.
1.Children of Heaven
2.Life is Beautiful

For those still reading this post, If you really came till here -Thank you.
If you really think this post was worth your time, then check out the movies. They are worth more than anything else worth being worth of :P :) :) ;)
Well, For those who have read the post, till here, as well as seen the movies, Thank you again.
And drop a comment... :-)
-soms!e ...
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I envy not in any moods
The captive void of noble rage,
The linnet born within the cage,
That never knew the summer woods;

I envy not the beast that takes
His license in the field of time,
Unfetter'd by the sense of crime,
To whom a conscience never wakes;

Nor, what may count itself as blest,
The heart that never plighted troth
But stagnates in the weeds of sloth:
Nor any want-begotten rest.

I hold it true, whate'er befall;
I feel it, when I sorrow most;
'T is better to have loved and lost
than never to have loved at all.

-Alfred Lord Tennyson

[In Memoriam A.H.H.]

The 131 sections, prologue, and epilogue that make up In Memoriam A.H.H. were written between 1833 and 1850 in honor of Arthur Henry Hallam (1811-1833). Tennyson was Poet Laureate of England from 1850 until 1892.

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There are some things in life you just can't explain. It just happens, and you just accept... No questioning about why-the-who-what-the-who-where ~! That's exactly why I'm typing 32 words in a flow (excluding the -,!,~,...),unable to explain why I fell in love with this piece. The title of the post stands as a testimony to what I've tried to say. Naturally, I didn't know what to name this post, and successively ended up using all the exclamations and asterisks and &'s,punctuation blunders in a decent poem... Thus conveying a message that "This isn't just a poem..It's more than that...And again...I don't know what!! "