BE FULL OF LIFE!

Be an open book to everyone, yet become an unsolved mystery.
Be madly lost in your own world.
Irritate people; in fact annoy them beyond the limits, obviously with love.
Let people talk shit about you, let them hate you from the core.
You are anyway not going to be loved or liked by everyone.
Try it, and you will fail miserably.
Be what you are. Now don’t try to find out what you are in order to be it.
Instead, learn to live with all your shortcomings.
You were not supposed to be perfect. You were not supposed to always be awesomely well behaved.
Be a rebel in true sense. Fight for what you believe is right.
Probably you are going against the usual.
Sometimes even your brain says you are wrong. Listen to your heart instead.
Maybe you are the change, so be it. Have not all the systems and institutions evolved since the beginning?
You are as special an individual as anyone else on this planet, prove it.
Do whatever you want to do. ‘Whatever’, that doesn’t hurt others.
Be a maverick. Don’t let others dominate you.
Don’t try to dominate others. Inspire instead.
 Make mistakes, do blunders. But, try not to repeat them.
Even if you do; remember not to be overly critical about yourself.
Become a mirror. A mirror which reflects the way every soul out there wants to live. Show them the freedom they want to see.
Make that visible in your eyes.
The world is going to think you are crazy. They might think you are spoiling your life. Don’t feel bad about it. Don’t think they are cruel.
After all, they themselves are the victims of this same institution. Rise and shine.
As rumi says, “If you are irritated by every rub, how will your mirror be polished?”

Be full of yourself. BE FULL OF LIFE!

THE OTHER SIDE!

It was a long road; long and narrow. A few people were standing on both ends of the road. They were furious about something, I don’t know what. Blood was flowing in their eyes; their hearts were definitely wrecked, I thought. On one side, there were slogans of “jai shri ram” and on the other side “allah-hu-akbar”. It was scary; very scary, to see clubs and spears in their hands. The group on the right proclaimed that someone who belonged from the opposite sect had demolished their temples hundreds of years ago. The other group said that their families were tortured and tormented in the past. Both of them feared that the other group is trying to appease them and that their future was in danger. They got more furious with every passing minute and started pelting stones at each other. Some of them even used bullets and bombs to get rid of their enemy. Perhaps, they were right in their ways. They wanted to make peace through war, I guess; for they all said that they believe in peace and equality. Perhaps, it is wise to avenge the actions of our ancestors by acting exactly in the same manner like they did. Maybe our next generation will enjoy peace and not fall into the same cycle of revenge by killing each other. Yes, they were doing right. But the sad part is that their stones, bullets and bombs never reached the other side. It ended up hitting a pool of thousands of innocent people standing in the middle of the road who had nothing to do with these acts of violence. They had already achieved peace and harmony by choosing a different path i.e. ‘forgiveness’. There was a state of chaos among all those innocent people as the arson spread and the bullets rained. I was standing in the centre, looking at the scene with deep morose. I could manage see a couple of people standing on the dais on both the sides. They had an evil grin on their face and their eyes reflected satisfaction. A bullet pierced through my chest and escaped from my back. Everything turned mute in a second and my eyes were blinded. There was ultimate peace and tranquillity, mixed with pain. I think I saw ‘allah’ and ‘ram’ crying; before I collapsed on the ground and found peace.