It is said that God watches everything and at the end, truth always triumphs. Well, I ask one simple question – why at the end ? Why not before that ? What kind of incentive system has He set up in which the good and right things are the most difficult to do, and are the most highly disincentivised, and vice versa ? What kind of systems wants the members to do something all the time, and helps them if the do exactly the opposite ? What is more important – Being good, or being smart ?You say something in Gita, Bible, Quran and all your religious books, and the actual world works in exactly the opposite manner ? And You hide from criticism behind the wall of unquestionability of your so-called profound wisdom – to understand which one is first supposed to accept and endorse it, and then, having committed to it, he doesn’t remain your critic or adversary any longer. Very smart, I say – but not right. Not good. And then they say, all good is GOD. Ya, ofcourse no one said God is all good !

Serenity and calmness. Two words to describe my state today. As if all commotion has been magically blocked out. Nothing out of the ordinary has happened since yesterday. But I’ve felt so peaceful since I went to that temple yesterday, and had a nice drive on that deserted 4 km stretch of road, with cool breeze touching my face, stars and moon shining in that clear sky beautifully, and nature revelling undisturbed and unpolluted. Throughout that drive I was almost in a trance, loving every moment, so much so that I was really dissappointed when I reached more civilised parts. And ironically, the temple itself marked the beginning of human encroachment. It felt so good to almost realise again that however the destructive ability of humans may have grown, there are, at least as of now, still vast areas whose stillness and peace has remained undisturbed. How I would have loved to go for a long long walk on that road ! How wonderful those maiden fields looked ! Such a pattern in the seemingly random beauty of nature… such an organisation in the disorganised symbiotism on exhibit. Everything seems to be so much in place, so much belonging where it is. No discordant note anywhere, no sudden disturbances in the waves of the ocean, no unknown odours floating with the aroma of soil. Makes me remember a lot, and crave for a lot more. That is where I was born, that is where I belong, and that is where I’ll meet my end.

Everything is fair in love and war, they say ...

War kills thousands, and thousands live only for love...

But there are wars that gives lives to thousands, and there is love that kills many...

When a war is evaluated, people talk of the ends and the means. Why not in love ? Is love not a war ? And is all war not for something the people waging it love ?

And then they say everyone loses in a war, and everyone gains in love...

Ha!

What do they know of love or of war that of gains or losses think ?
What do they live that for the end live ?

An objective - a process - a desired outcome...

Is that all ?