May be I'm never going to Heaven...

Just after I published my post on an irritating colleague at work, I stumbled upon this beautiful story that inflicted enough pain in my heart.


An old man sold toys in the Baghdad market. Knowing that his sight was not quite perfect, his customers sometimes paid him with fake money.


The old man discovered the ruse, but did not say anything.
In his prayers he asked God to forgive those who cheated him.
“Perhaps they’re short of money and want to buy presents for their children,” he said to himself.


The time passed and the old man died. Standing before the gates of Heaven, he prayed once more:


- Lord! – he said. – I am a sinner. I did many wrong things, I am no better than the false coins I was paid. Forgive me!


At that moment the gates swung open and a Voice was heard:


- Forgive what? How can I judge someone who all through his life never once passed judgment on others?

I have judged. Lot of times. Lot of people.

I'll never go to Heaven.

Haven’t you ever lost someone?

Sometimes I wonder... why do some people fall in love over and over again...In and out of relationships, in and out of sorrows. Many people continue to love.
Some fail to do so. And I understand.
But to the ones, who continue loving, it's amazing how they do it! I read this somewhere (I don't remember where)

Haven’t you ever lost someone?

A man was walking along the road to Damascus. He recalled his lost love and his soul grieved.
“Pity on those who know love,” he thought. “They will never be happy, with the fear of losing the one they love.”
At that moment he heard a nightingale sing.
- Why do you act like that? – the man asked the nightingale. – Don’t you see that my beloved, who loved your song so much, is no longer here by my side?
- I sing because I am happy – answered the nightingale.
- Haven’t you ever lost someone? – the man insisted.
- Many times – answered the nightingale. – But my love still remains all the same.


And the man went on his way feeling more hopeful.

I think this is a very pretty picture of love. Love is such a mysterious emotion. Quaint yet so simple.
I think Love is contained in this magic cup that is always full to the brim. No matter how much we take away from the cup, there is still a full cup left behind.

Like a mother's love towards her beloved child.

What the hell

This morning I saw a man waiting for his chaffeur to come open his bloody door. The chaffeur got down from the car, leaving me wait behind him, ran to the backdoor and opened the door for the loser inside.
I hate it when people do that.
Why the hell can't people open the doors on their own? What do they think of themselves? I was so bloddy pissed off that I kept honking at him. That loser casually got down and looked at me. I stared back at him. I wanted to scoff at him. But I didn't.
Because he is a bloody loser.

Just another day...

There's no value for 'Independence Day' anymore. just another holiday. A day for movies, shopping and relaxing. This year, unfortunately for many, Independence day fell on a Sunday!

Gasp! The horror of missing out on a free day.

I mean, what else can we really do? In school we were literally forced to attend the flag hoisting function, usually held in the early hours. The only good thing about the function, however,  would be the distribution of sweets/candies at the end of the program. Apart from that there was nothing special about this day. In fact, it was annoying that channels would play 'The Gandhi' over and over again on T.V. Now, of course they play other commercial movies. Because, as I already mentioned this is just another holiday.

What are we to do on Independence day? Are we to sit in deep contemplation about how India won it's freedom and the people who struggled in the fight? Or reflect on our duties as a citizen of free India? Or recite prayers and sing patriotic songs? Or narrate stories to little kids?

No.

Our mind is not conditioned to do all this. Our mind is already burdened with so many, many, things that we don't have the time for all this. In the true sense, today, Independence means nothing but a break from work, school, college, kitchen...and so on...

Yes. We justify it. "We've worked so hard all this week, we definitely deserve this break." Absolutely.

Independence day, as we see it today, holds no value. We're just happy that we're free.

But that's a lie we tell ourselves everyday.

We're not free.

When we hear our anthem, we continue walking, eating, laughing, playing and doing everything except stand still for those few seconds... because, we're not free from the fear that people will mock/laugh/stare at us.

When we want to get our work done fast, we will go to any extent, even pay bribe.

Everybody is aware of freedom of speech/expression, but no one raises their voice against any wrong.

We're not really free. That explains why this day doesn't hold any value in our lives. Anymore.

Yell - oww

Why do I find it exceptionally disturbing when people yell at their maids, drivers, assistants? I hear a young girl, barely 20, screaming at the top of her voice at one of her maids who didn't do a neat job of what was asked of her. The lady must have been 40+
My upbringing does not permit me to raise my voice at the domestic helps and people working for us. In fact, many times, my driver has yelled at me for overstaying at a place. I was angry. But I didn't yell.
Seriously, you can't justify that by yelling or screaming you are correcting them. You simply want to create fear in them. And if I'm right, none of us really that fearful of our fellow beings. Unless of course I know my head will be chopped off for breaking a glass bowl, I will only pretend to be scared then later bad mouth you. Like we do with our annoying bosses.
In my eyes, people who yell at people who work under them are insecure and foolish. You are not satisfied with the work they do, then hire someone else or you do it yourself. Save yourself from negativity around you.