What shall I?

U have to be this, u have to be that,
U have to do this, u have to do that,
Or shall I say,
U are this, u are that,
U have done this, u have done that
Or shall I say,
It's Okay. It's your life and your move.
Or shall I,
Just stand by you and hold your hand.

Web of multiple Desires

Often when we talk of spirituality it is advised to free one from desires and practice detachment. Many Buddhist texts also preach about practicing detachment. Bhagavad Gita also states to work without desire of fruit.

Now, to start with it is not easy to leave all desires at once, in fact many of us are not even able to identify the desire at various levels. To become spiritual is a desire itself, is it not? Desire work at different levels and to start with we should first start simplifying our desires.

At the highest level of spirituality desires may be completely shunned, where you can enjoy your emptiness. But at a lower level simple desires can keep you motivated and give you a purpose and direction in life.

Let’s talk about simple desires and multiple desires. How simple desires can provide thrust and multiple desires can weigh us down. Our relationships are greatly affected by our desires and are one of major source for sorrow and joy. For example you desire a person is a simple desire. You enjoy the company of that person. Now, you start complicating this desire when you start loving certain actions of that person. You desire that person to behave in a certain way, you desire that person to do certain things for you. This is where multiple desires make it hard for the outside world to fit your narrow view of affairs.  This friction between the outside and inside world causes pain.

It is like a writing a computer code. You write a function to do something, and then you put too many if and else conditions in it to get the desired output. More if and else conditions you put larger, slower and complicated the code becomes. If this code goes wrong it is difficult to correct it.

So simplify desires to simplify life, be light to move more, have less to enjoy more. Desire a thing, a goal, or a person and be open to pain, joy, hard-work, sacrifice, fame, applause it bring. Desires flourish in an open heart.

You can have it till you don't think you have it.

You lose your right as you use it.

It is kind of paradox, that you can do something only till you don’t do it.

People accuse of others for behaving or doing something in a certain way.

Like Bohr did, he makes some assumptions to postulate a theory. Let us assume A doesn't not approve or like B, behaving in Y manner.

But as soon as A accuse B, A becomes equal to B. So, A=B. B is choosing to behave in a certain way Y, but as soon as A accuse B, and supports other way of behavior; let way of behaving supported by A be X.

Now, as A supports X, A is making a choice. B is also making a choice to behave in Y manner.

If both A and B are making their own choices, A=B. So, if A is like B only, what right A have to accuse or criticize B.

I am not too sure of usage of my word, probably accuse can be replaced by criticize. Also, i am not sure of comprehensibility of whatever I've written above. 

I will take one more example.

Like if a person says someone else to be close minded, then he himself is close minded. Because open minded person should be able to accept others as they are. 

I don't think I've put it up nicely, but still I like fragility of this; to have it, to preserve it, but to lose it as you use it.

Soul of machine

Soul to me is something you don’t see. For something’s, some functions we don’t know how it happens, we just know that it happens and we know the output.

For example, we don’t know which energy in our body makes our heart beat, our bodies grow. We just know that some life force is present in our body at time of birth, which goes out one day. We can call it soul.

Now, let us see how we have created the soul for machines. In computers there is a concept of encapsulation or hiding. Computers usually have 2-3 layers, like first operating system then application software. The application software doesn't know the exact and all working of OS, it just knows input/output combination.

Since the end user who interacts with computer is just interacting with final layer and doesn't see the all working of computer, from his reference point the computer has a soul. Because he don’t understand or see how things works. He just knows that there is some OS which works, carries and stores my data in form of binary.

So, as every machine has a major portion of working style hidden from us, it many times behaves in unexpected way, which our beyond our comprehension. Just like human souls expect unexpected from machines also, as they have develop their own soul.

One horse, many monkeys and few bottles

In darkness of night, a man covering his face was sitting on horse. The horse was stalled by people dancing in front of him, to loud music and bright lights. It looked like horse was observing the human creatures jumping and bumping, and showing its close connection with monkeys.

Mr. Roller, friend of groom who for some reason was put up on horse, has put on display why he is named Roller. The dancers were all born dancers, it was evident from way the dance space was utilized without hurting anyone, such natural co-ordination, and exchange of partners would have been any choreographer’s dream.

The formula for such work of art was little far from venue of display. Mr. Roller, sensing the slip of rhythm made a deft exit from stage towards one more dose of magic formula. Such was his rhythm on tune that no one must have noticed that he made a signal to his friend Mr. Weed, for a recharge break.  It was in a car parked some 50 meters away from holy celebration of marriage. With dropping sweat a loud grunt came of his mouth when he found the car gate to be locked.

‘Damn lock. Now who has the keys?’

‘Ah! Check your pocket’.

Rumbling in his pockets, finally he got something other than his own body.

‘Yeah, got it. Must by, Peter I told him not to lock’.

‘Damn, key is not turning’.

‘Ah! Give it me. You are drunk’.

 ‘Click’, as key turned and gate opened, light turned on both inside the car and in eyes of gentlemen.

‘Where is it? What the hell. This must be Peter, he had it all.’

‘Oh, shit.’

‘Start it now. We will get some more’.

‘Come lets got’.

‘I know one nearby; it will take just 15 minutes’.

As car start on high, getting in par with high state of two gentlemen; little far away couple of people wave, shouted and ran. But they were not high enough to get in par with car.

Within 5 minutes, both were walking out with 10 bottles in 4 hands and smile of infinite length on each face. Though their eyes spotted the person in police uniform nearby, but ignored it as normal circumstances at this time of night and place.

As Mr. Roller put the bottles in car, he picked by collar and put back by the inspector of bulging body. The face he saw was broader than his view, and eyes so intimidating that what seemed unstoppable energy some 10 minutes before, get into knees and seeped to earth.

‘You drunkard, look at your dare, you stole and came here to buy more’.

As Mr. Roller opened his mouth, sound of thrashing came out his body with background sound of breaking bottles from Mr. Weed’s hands.

This was a different music than earlier dancing music, it acted as a lullaby. When music stopped and Mr. Roller opened his eyes, he out both of them in prison.

He took him sometime to realize, how the bottles were missing from car, how Weed has to put his ear to lock and open it with dexterity.

It has taken then one hour to come out with help of his lawyer and another one hour to make their minds to return to marriage. People must be searching for them and would ask so many questions, what if they already knew about the incident.

With face below neck and heart in stomach, they reached the place again. What they saw, hit them like a bullet breaking time boundaries. The scene was same as they left, may be shifted in space hardly 50 meters.

Astonishingly, they realized that power punch bottles in their car has hold fort of human monkeys in front of horse and groom. No one even, noticed that they were out for 2 hours.

No questions were asked. Only some hands again pulled them in battlefield with horse. Big relaxed smile on their face, had hidden their stiff body from everyone’s eyes, and again now hardly swaying a inch their body looks in perfect rhythm with music. Music went on, dance went on, bottles went on, everything went on except monk horse.