Continued from Parzania

Sending a silent prayer to all the people who have lost their lives in any kind of carnage at any place and all the people who loved them....Praying that all the lost souls find their own 'PARZANIAS'

Parzania

Watched Parzania today...very hard hitting.....I could empathize with the emotions of the parents in the film...how would it be survive and pretend to be normal when you know nothing is....how difficult it would have been for the sister to grow up in a nights time....How many families have gone through this trauma.....and overall how your life changes with one single instant.....How people forget that they are humans first and then Hindus or Muslims....How are we divided somewhere but we are still one at some point.....It is difficult to fathom how much do we go through in this life and how many times we feel that it would be better if we ended our lives and yet what all we do to save our life when it comes in contact with threat!!!Reminiscing the question Parzan asks.....If there is only one God then how do I know which God is the real one and which one is surreal???
Mystified yet again!!! :)

What are we here for...

She lay there, with almost a dozen people surrounding her, now what was just a body. It would not have taken even a second of pain before she breathed her last. What happened? How did it happen? Why did it happen? All these questions kept popping up my mind while I stood next to her body. In just a second’s time she was gone, her existence was now just a memory. She was past tense now! This was Chetana Solanki. While I stood there staring at her body what came to my mind was the only question of our existence. What are we doing here? What would Chetana’s Family be doing right now? How will they react when they hear the news? How many people would be waiting for her to get back home? What had she achieved in her life and where did she fail? What were her aspirations? What were her strengths and weaknesses? Where did all these go? Will they all be buried with her?
What are we living for and what are we leaving behind when we go? Where are we heading? What is life after all?
We come, enter the rat race to achieve, we want to make a mark, we want fame, and we want everything! The moment we are gone, how much does it all really matter? Why do we have this life after all?
The answers to these questions are unachievable but still we are in hunt of it.
Chetana Solanki is nothing of herself. She is just a name now!

Futility of Search...

The disciple looked at the Master. He looked so calm and peaceful, and the disciple was agitated, restless, anxious, concerned and confused. He asked the Master, “What do you know, that I don’t know,” and the Master said, “I know nothing.” The disciple said, “You must have understood something that I didn’t.” The Master said, “I have understood that there is nothing to understand.” The disciple persisted and said, “But I see that you have reached.” The Master said, “Yes I have reached where I was.” The disciple said, “I can see you have become extraordinary.” The Master said, “No, I have become very ordinary. I only accepted myself the way I am.”
The disciple was frustrated and said, “Master, don’t speak in riddles. Just tell me what I should do?” The Master said, “You have to do nothing, just be. Just allow life to flow, don’t interfere. Rest in your beingness.” But the disciple was lost, more frustrated. He was mind oriented, he wanted activity ant the Master said there is nothing to do, just rest.
Finally out of compassion, the Master said - watch your breath, watch the rising and falling of your stomach, focus on your third eye, on the bottom of your spine, chant your mantras etc. all mindless and simple activities. He knew all these activities were useless, but he knew that you have to give a tree to a monkey, so that the monkey goes up and down, till he becomes tired and then rests.