If we know the end, how do we live? 

Life and death is just like 2 sides of coin, as I write this blog, 27th July has already been written as a gloomy day in Indian history. APJ Abdul kalam - the man who dared to dream and who inspired generations to dream big, left this world. A day started with terrorist attacks in Punjab taking 8 lives, ended in this heartbreaking news.

These 2 situations teach us the essence of life. These 2 situations teach us that there is nothing sure in this world.

There is this eternal truth that everyone who has entered in this so called 'world' has to die. People cheer when someone is born and then moan when someone dies. I often laugh at myself that for what and why are we just trotting, why do we just move on, why do we just aimlessly roam, why do we fight with people, why do we expect, why do we cry, why do we fight for those luxuries?  In fact all our life is just a lie. A big lie, we are born and then we are surrounded by all those feelings whose only motto is to make us believe that life is not a lie but it is half truth. Death is not the destination but it is just an end to our drama. A drama which is enacted impromptly on a stage called as MOTHER EARTH. The director of our drama is that supreme soul who might be sitting somewhere up in the sky and laughing at us. He might be laughing that what bunch of idiots are these people. We might have been sent with some motive but in the end we fulfill our aims or we desperately fall at last hurdle and then all that is left is us and our soul. Some people like Mr. Kalam might have fulfilled his motive as guided by god but then what are we doing here? We need to find the blueprint of this drama that he has directed; maybe we will be able to find a perfect role for ourselves. We might be seen as a clown in our society, but maybe that is the role which god assigned us. At the end of the day we somehow are succeeding in our motive of spreading laughter. A smile on the face of people is what god might have wanted from us.

A moment comes in our life where we think that this is that breaking point. When we all are going to end in a black valley of our own karma, why do we fight, cry, fall, fight and live a life as someone other. We all want to become someone else, we all want to do something different and in the end we end up becoming similar. As I sit in my balcony, I can see that far beyond that sky, There is something that is beyond our understanding. The cerebral supremacy of the people in this world is just for the life  that they live because everything that has appeared has to disappear someday. Everything that has taken a birth will die someday , everything that has been in existence except that supreme soul has gone down somewhere in black valley far away from the cacophony of airplanes, far away from the whistling crowd, far away from the blue water, far away from sky, far away from cuckoo's melody, far away from human ego, far away from dense forests, far away from those happy faces, far away from those drained eyes, far away from drunk mind, far away from crying baby, far away from whistling meadows, far away from a mother's caring hands, far away from a father's aspiring eyes, far away beyond that huge demonic mountains, far beyond that first kiss, far beyond the hustle and bustle of world, Where staying alive is what people know but why to be alive is out of their bounds, far beyond those bells of temples, far beyond those heads bowed down in admiration, far away from that hard earned salary, far away from the love we make, far away from relationships that we keep, far away from the smoke of cigarette, far away from the addiction of alcohol, far away from that temple's bell, far away from early morning azaan, far away from the branded clothes that we wear, far away from those highly rated degrees, far away from those rain drops, far away from that chilling cold, far away from everything that we ever thought is important because everything that has emerged is bound to perish. We falter and we rise up, we falter and we rise up again but in the end we all end up in that 2 piece of land or maybe burned on that pyre of woods and will end up in the soil from which we emerged. 

If this is life then why do we worry?

If we know the end then why do we travel?

If world is so cruel then why we ever entered....?

.....Because it is the journey that counts and not the destination. Death is a milestone, our soul is immortal, body will degrade, soul will not, we will end up in some other body and in some other life form. We ll be again standing upside down for 9 months in loneliness, all alone in mother's womb, only to understand that life outside is more lonely and devilish than inside. The point is we often forget what and how we stayed with patience, valor and enthusiasm inside our mother's womb. We all are born equal and we all are winners as we all have faced toughest time of our life in mother's womb. Still, as we enter this colossal world, we forget that we can complete each challenge. Yes, death is certain, Mahavir, Buddha, Krishna all had to die, maybe so that they can acquire the purest form i.e. soul but when we are not able to attain that purest form, all we can do is stand up and believe in ourselves. We should laugh, love because maybe that is the only thing which we can do. Just imagine that you are flying a kite and kites knows that either someone will cut it or it might fly far away or it might get torn away or it might get stuck in trees, wires but still we kite flies high because the sheer enjoyment in the flight, the gush of wind which makes kite feel free is beyond imagination. Yes, some kites do a perfect job and some are kept in museums as they are immortal but remember that they are in museum because they have a story, they will never fly again but they have a story and we need to find our story. We are very much similar to those kites. Life is equal for all as Abdul Kalam once said

"Life is a difficult game. You can win it only by retaining your birthright to be a person"

We are taught about life in our mother's womb. Mother has this beautiful conversation with her unborn baby in womb and that is worth reading

Conversation with womb 

Darkness is all over inside...

I want to come and sing outside, mother

All I can do is moan...

While am standing upside down, mother

Life is beautiful, god said

But this darkness looks bad, mother

If this is the world inside,

I want to see life outside, mother

Some said up, it is easy down,

Why am I still hanging as a clown? Mother

I want to make sound,

I hate Inside, as no one is around...mother

Filthy cowardly is world around,

Don't you dare to make a sound, my child

Scary, frightening is darkness inside

Not as dark as people outside, my child

Claustrophobic, suffocating is life inside,

Not as smothering as situations outside, my child

Lonely, alone is life inside, 

Still not as lonesome as people outside, my child

World outside is ghoulish, devilish and cruel.

Yet so colorful, mesmerizing and beautiful, my child

Though who stood 9 months upside,

Shall never fear of blues outside, my child

Your spirit and enthusiasm is commendable inside

But you’ll forget this valor when you are outside, my child

 You are so brave to survive inside,

 Just be like this and world is easy outside, my child

 world is easy outside, my child........

- Aspiring Finder (Parth Sanghani)