Am i ?

A million voices
Do i hear.
Right inside my head.
They all tell me,
A million things.
They talk,
They shout.
They scream.
Then they are silent.
My head, it hurts.
Feels like bursting...
Breaking.
But completely clogged.
It's not the million voices, not them.
It's one tiny voice,
That slowly whispers.
A whisper so
That you almost cannot hear it.
But just so small
That you do.
All it tells you
Is one thing.
Just ONE thing.
It just whispers,
"You are mad"

Existence And Stuff Like That.

Many a times i wonder..what is the point of our existence? Its the most fundamental question that has been asked, pondered over and argued about. But what really needs to be asked is why should our existence have any point ?

We often seem to be doing a whole lot of things that we really dont understand why we do them. We define them either as an interest, or a non-interest. Interest being stuff we like to do. Non-interest is most probably jobs we do or some activities we are obliged to do.

Humans are really the worst species ever. In fact the most complicated. They have a need to define everything possible. And by define i mean that they need to understand every detail about everything. If its not defined then it does not exist.

A simple example such as God. The first argument is whether God exists or not. For some, who have experienced a miracle or an out of the world elevation, tend to believe that God exists. And then there are the atheists. For them God has not been defined. So they simply dont believe. The second argument is whether God is Male or Female. Keeping aside all the idols and imagery that are supposed to represent God...do we truly know if God is male or female ? Or should God have a gender ? These 2 arguments have caused God as an entity to remain more or less undefined. And since its still undefined, humans have a hard time trying to understand it.

Considering the fact that the majority of the world attribute their existence to God..that God put them on this earth for some specific reason, we again arrive at the question, so what is the reason we are here for ?

There is a theory that states that the whole human race suffers from something known as, in simple terms, global amnesia. We all have forgotten where we come from. Apparently millions of years ago there must have occured a terrible catastrophe, which caused so much trauma, that humans have suppressed the memory. This suppression is not peculiar to just any one race..but the whole human race.

So maybe, just maybe, if we really want to know what is this meaning of life, then introspection can get you somewhere. What is required is time and patience to know yourself better because very often we dont understand this body and mind of ours. And just maybe, the answer may not really be THAT complicated and that its not out there to be found, but in you to be realised.

Love? Or Somethin Like It ?

Aint love the most wonderful thing in this world? To love and to be loved...
Damn no. It hurts man. Freakin hurts a lot. The sad part is...you know you cannot blame anyone. Not even yourself. The problem essentially lies in the fact that when it is there...it is just there. Just cant do anythin to forget it.
Its a disease of the mind. And like all other diseases of the mind, the best possible course of action is acceptance.
Sometimes its just enough to know that you are capable of handling love. And its not really THAT complicated.

An End

All the leaves,
Have fallen down...
As time passes
So do things pass...
And such is life
That all good things
Must come to an end.

An Observation

Ever observed how a mosquito tries to go near a human in an effort to bite even though it knows its chances of survival are 50-50. It knows that if it does not take that chance then its kind will not survive. Thats the drive to live.

Fear

"I know that I am not a coward. I will always keep going. Although I am so frightened that i can hardly think, yet I am going on to do this thing. There was never any question of not going or of turning back. I would rather die than turn back. Turning back never enters into it. It would be easier if it did. I would have prefer to have to fight that than to have to fight this fear."

Happiness???

What would your answer be if someone asked u the question:
Are You Happy?

I would say the present world is a very dissatisfied and an unhappy world. Im sure anyone can see it. We just have to look around and we see a lot of discontented people. People who are not happy. In this struggle for survival, somewhere people have lost the basic ability to look back and appreciate life.
People seem to derive happiness from having material acquisitions. It seems happiness is direct and proportionately equal to the quantity of items possessed. But its obvious that such material things only fulfil temporary needs.
To be happy is to be truly free from all mental boundaries.
I would say i am happy. Not because i dont have any problems, not because i am misunderstood, not because i am perfect, not because people hate my guts. I have problems, i am misunderstood all the time, people hate me and i am totally imperfect in every way. I am just happy because i have learnt to accept this.
Finally its in our hands whether we want to change ourselves or not. And its in our hands to accept truths about ourselves.