Do we follow pre-destined paths?
Do we follow pre-designated plans?
Do we follow pre-laid patterns?

‘Does life follow pre-designated events as it moves’ is a question that we all ask consistently in our lives.

It is a proposition that comes to us varyingly – a suggestion, an intention, and eventuality, a possibility – as we question the life events, as we look for the meaning of ‘being me’, as we search for our identity in the realm we share with others.

That is what it goes like, and it is natural to be so.

Even the diehard individualists and postmodernists come across the moments when they accept the elements of faith and destiny in the evolution of their thought-process, in shaping their continuum to live it on.

That is being human, that is being natural.

We all are like that.

In any lifetime, there can never be a uniform way to go along.

We follow pre-destined paths.
We follow pre-designated plans.
We follow pre-laid patterns.

We concur with them. But there are spontaneous and instinctive human calls as well, to disagree, to breath the days anew.

And we then refuse to imbibe what they make us to read.

And embark on a journey where we lay down the stopovers to meet the disagreements to bring them in harmony with our existence.

We don’t follow pre-destined paths then.
We don’t follow pre-designated plans then.
We don’t follow pre-laid patterns then.

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My madness is for me
Its joy that makes me we
My freedom is not split
My soul has got its spirit

My loneliness is fulfilling
Its friendship is refreshing
What if they have jeers to say
My peace has me on this way

They don’t care to know me
It’s liberating and so it is to be
I am alone and I am with me
It’s the day and I am finally free

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It’s an indifferent day today
And like the mood of it
It doesn’t know the why of it

And unlike the day was to be
Beginning again to score high
It imitates that indifference

The sense of it feels misplaced
That unknown, scattered voice
Echoes the day’s detachment

This indifference sucks, goes in
The rout, the flirtations of it
Try to make me a part of the day

It’s an indifferent day today
Crooning like a confused beloved
That mimics her mischievousness

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We come and we go.
We are creation of this flow.
Not entitled to stay forever.
We don’t desire to live forever.
Do the maximum that you can do.
Do so to get the maximum for you.
That is a way to look at life.
That is the way to look at life.
That we have so often.
That we don’t have so often.
Peace can always be a trusted decision.
We come here to go.
We have so been made part of this flow.
Pain and happiness they come and go.
Don’t cling to any and get the blow.
Life is never in extremes.
So stop taking extreme positions.
Its grey is never absolute.
So stop blaming your dispositions.
Do the maximum that you can do.
Do so to get the maximum for you.
That is the way to look at life.
Don’t fear the death.
It is only the finality.
It is the only finality.
Live your life with this sanctity.
Make tomorrow your today.
Make today your day.
Nothing lasts forever in this flow.
Everyone comes here to go.
Make your life go as you do.
Be at peace when it’s through.

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Sometimes, it is really disgusting to be the slaves of the worldly ‘ifs’ and ‘buts’.

It is true we all have to have and have this compromising attitude. At times, we follow it, – voluntarily or involuntarily, this discourse is an altogether different domain of our cognitive abilities.

The truth that is universally true, we become party to it, and it happens throughout the life.

Life is not lived in extremes. One’s living is not survived by the absolute interpretation of events. This is the generic mode a life adopts on its journey. And its generalization is unequivocally universal.

We make compromises, for us, for our people, and sometimes, for others, as the circumstances prevail.

But, there has to be a limit. There has to be enough of it. Taking a stand on an issue and thus subscribing to the humane conscience in you may be painful initially but is wholesome and healthy in the long run.

When, with a progressing age, one’s priorities change and correspond more to the mental faculties and its spiritual overtures, if not to the spiritual overtures, then to the questions on existence and identity, the memories of when you challenged the pressure, when you didn’t bow down before circumstances to make compromises, anoint you and take you on a journey of life that reflects more of your thoughts on the path.

We need to realize how to gauge our dependence on life’s ‘ifs’ and ‘buts’ to steer clear of the compulsions and compromises that ultimately make us slave of the events, pawns of the destiny.

Doing so is in us. Realizing it is in our conscience. Corresponding to it is in our soul.

The only differentiator is how well we can read our conscience, how well we can befriend it and how far we can go to be objective with it.

It is the measure of you being ‘You’.

(Context: Tarun Tejpal’s atonement letters that sounds so utterly misplaced!)

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Life creates notions – driven by one’s surroundings – the external and internal life energy regulating one’s rhythms – in proximity with one’s age, one’s body of experiences and one’s realms of learning..

Life creates notions – the symbolisms, that we follow, that we ask about – in varying proportions – based on how these notions interact..

Based on how life interacts with these notions, we move on to get on to the next stage – making viewpoints – at cross-sections of the muddled waters – at quiet of the peaceful shores – reflecting on the depth of the clear water – thinking on the events of a life in motion..

Life moves through these multiple interactions – making its own space – creating its own pace – finding its own world..

Life thus creates notions for you to interact with it – a process that consummates only when the death calls – interact with life to regulate its flow – communicate with life to organize its energy..  

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Most of us have compartmentalized our lives, making dockets of this or that theme, plugging it into the holes whether relevant or irrelevant, segregating it into the debates of philosophy, spirituality, consumerism, materialism or what not, and forgetting when we enjoyed its simplicity.

Simplicity, that is their in every passing moment.

The common makes for the most uncommon is a well reverberated realization now.

Because, the ‘common’ has been rendered as the most ‘uncommon’!

And we do this. We let this happen to us.

No one can say when it starts happening but it is happening in most of the lives.

It cannot be said when the ‘spirit of existentialism’ starts taking the backstage in our lives.

Probably, it starts happening when the ‘simplicity’ starts losing its appeal in our lives.

Probably, it starts happening when we start losing touch with the free flow of life, delving into the realms of compartmentalization, consciously or subconsciously.

Life is every development that it comes across.

Life is every positive and negative outcome that it witnesses.

Life is every relevant and irrelevant event that it goes through.

Life is every common and uncommon moment that it lives.

Life is in every moment. Life feels about it in every moment. Life is in every positive, negative, relevant, irrelevant, common and uncommon development. It flows from one moment to other, irrespective of how we see this moment from that moment. Every moment is the building block of life and it reflects back on it. It doesn’t segregate but we do.

We don’t appreciate the simplicity of going straight in life. Yes, seeing life in differing perspectives is necessary but those perspectives should be driven by us. Instead, we let the perspectives drive our lives.

We don’t appreciate the life when it efforts to learn from the moments that we think are hostile to us. We don’t appreciate life when it expects us to understand its unidirectional flow – a simple transition from this moment to the next, from this day to the next.

Life lives its every moment but we don’t. Life likes us to go simple but we don’t. Life intends to weave further on this ‘simplicity’ fabric but we don’t.

Simplicity, that makes every day a new day.

Simplicity, that makes you a ‘new you’ every other day.

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