VISION OF MY HEART

when i see from my mind everything seem correct.absolutly perfect.the mind says this is what expected from you.This is what you are supposed to do.Everything is already decided.Everything in the universe goes on in a fixed rythm.Preset.Norms.The orbit of earth is fixed.A river must flow.And i must grow.
They would conclude learning,and growing is to mimic the path of all people around.According to them there is a way to talk,a way to stand,a way to smile,a way to think.but if there are pre-set ways then how come new arrives.then how is change possible?then how does the meaning of innovation come?
then i try to follow my heart.
some times there is a proper way already justifid.which can't be amended.Authenic.But they deject from the way.And after certain time the later created way is so ossified that people forget the fixed,pre-set way.
Just take the case of courrouption,dowry system and other...so called evils of society?In our India these are so much embeded in our life style that we have started giving it the status of an unreduced primary.The truth is that many people in the society will kill or die in the name of honour killings,moral policing to follow and be the night templers of the petrified,unnessary customs.
But very few will care to protect the fundamentals of humanity.The fundamentals like truth,honesty,freedom of living,hope,peace.Very few dare to stand for those commandments armed not with vandalism,but rightiousness.And these good peole are silenced.These are the people who face many challenges but still stand up for the cause.Recent death of an RTI activist,Amit Jethwa,has proved this.Jethwa was a prominent "Right to information activist" who filed a pti against the illegal mining in the forest of gir region and was shot dead.
I feel if that the humanity has proved its capability of destruction in organising wars and terror thn why can't it destroy the evil darkness.If this capability is directed towars fighting for the cause of good deeds in a non-voilent way then surely every thing will be according to the rythm of the nature.even the change.That will be like digging and bringing out the dimond of truth and rigtousnes from among the petrified fossils.
Every one has to follow their own heart.But not blindly.One must realise what your heart truly wants.I heard somewhere that god directs us through our heart.When evry individual listens to his true voice of heart,when he realises the truth,then he will really stand up for a good cause.hats off to the activist and other few courageous good people who show a way to us.
-starlet

Thousands of years of conditioning.

The beautiful majestic shikari bird flew far beyond into the deep blue skies. It felt free. It was happy to fly high, enjoying the grasslands. The sky was its limit. When it was hungry, it used to hunt an insect and then carry on its flight, against the wind. It felt good when the winds touched its wings. It had no one to direct and no one to limit as every direction had its own views the world was unlimited. It raced with the other birds and wished them well on their way. It flew east and could see the rivers with fish. It flew south and could see forests with little worms in their trees. It flew west and saw vast green farmlands. No matter how it looked, everywhere and anywhere it went, everyone shared and cared. There was no fear that it would starve and so there was no greed. It needed no options. It was free. It didn’t have to learn how to survive the beautiful wild, it just knew. The whole world was its home.

It was then captured by a hunter. It was made to starve for many days. Its wings were tied, and its legs chained. It wanted to eat, fly and run. One day, he loosened its wings. It was so eager to fly. It shook and rushed towards the sky quickly. But its legs were leashed. It had to come back. It had no choice. This time they untied its legs and put food in front of it. It rushed and ate but had to stay as it could not fly. This was repeated on and on until it forgot what it is to feel the winds in its feathers. This was repeated on and on until it was convinced that there was only one option, and it was to come back to the hunter, in its mind. Years passed, now it hunts, not one organism but many and for someone else sake. 

Jean-Paul Sartre said, “Freedom is what you do with what is given to you”. It thought it needed food and it is its choice to come back. Every other shikari bird it knows comes back. It must hunt- deadlines and commitments. It must breed only with the birds that the hunter chose. Now it flies but just for the sake of hunting for its master. It was tamed and leashed. It was forced to race with other birds, along with other birds and against other birds. On the days it flew in some other direction, it was afraid of not finding its way back. It was repeatedly told that the wild was darkly wild. It was now afraid of getting lost. There were set of rules. It was supposed to follow. It forgot that there is another way too. It was intolerant of different birds who appeared to know where to go on their own. So did other Shikaris held it with their sanctions.

Thousands of years passed, and generations passed in this taming. Now every action is to be linked to a reason and every reasoning, in turn, limited to gain. But no one clearly knows what they want to gain.

Pushing out