A conversation with my soul

A conversation with My soul.

I don’t know what do I intend to tell through this medium. Perhaps this is a sort of belief that I wish to put on papers and then sign it. I always believed that I have the very capacity to write. I have been writing poems and some small stories. But if I don’t write I cannot even prove that I am bad in writing either.
I have been highly inspired my maternal grandfather who used to be a great poet and writer. Though none of his works has been published, his writings were limited to a very small segment of people. That was his family. And he used to enjoy putting ideas and imaginations into words. I have had a chance to read some of his works neatly written on paper. I can still feel the smell of the stale n yellowish paper. His work was simple and the characters were good human beings of the mountains who derived happiness through simple deeds. Perhaps that was a very beautiful era.

Such beauty and serenity is scarce now. There are various points to prove that things are different. Let’s start from the place where the writer used to live. At that point of time, the floor used to be made from mud. The very smell and the feel was a very earthy one.

This time everything is plastic now. The plastic emulsion and the tiles. I feel as if things in my era changed a little more rapidly, I was actually not prepared for this change. I started off as a villager kind of a fellow who used to take charm in listening old mythological stories. Who used to spend hours gazing the setting sun and listening to the chirping flock of birds going back to their nests. In the evening it used to get reddish and I used to put my head in my mothers lap looking at those birds roosting at such a high pitch. I don’t remember I have seen too many of them since years

You must have the will to win, you must fight this world. It’s important else you are gone. I have been listening to such statements quite frequently. I think that it’s not a very good thing to say.

Competition may not be bad. But there must be some category of people who wish to do other things apart from earning money. May be some of us are still wondering what a strange place this world is. What’s actually happening? I mean what’s going on. It has been 25 years since I have taken birth in this lonely planet and I have really not been able to understand it. They are all running and you have to run faster if you want to win.

I am just trying to understand the whole situation myself. After the evolution of mankind. Changes took place. The only permanent thing about life is that it will change and that’s acceptable. But slowly and gradually things went from bad to worse. I feel that mobile phones and television has changed us quite a lot. I still remember of the past. When we used to wash our face and put on some good clothes to meet our friends. It was customary to meet people at that time. What a charm it used to be.

There are various sects of people. Some people have a thought while others are just followers. They don’t have the capacity to think. They will just follow paths. So in all I must say that less that one percent of the world population has decided the fate of the remaining more then ninety nine percent. Now this 1% people consist of various types. Some materialistic who take pride in submitting the whole of there life in gathering currency. They have a money/power mania. They keep on earning more and more, without thinking about its proper utilization. They create business empires. They build a chain of people who take pleasure in growing this empire further.

Various people join them and work for them like a machine. These people take pride in this way. “Aaah I have been successful in this life. I have been able to purchase a 2 BHK flat and a 4 wheeler. I have also been able to give my son/daughter convent education. I have done my job. I am going to retire very soon after which I will join some clubs and then my soul will rest in peace”.

While the other sects of people believe that we as Bharat have a grand ideology. We belong to the land of sages and spiritual leaders. Now this other sect of leaders who are non materialistic would never come forward to put there ideas across. It’s because they have never tried to bring there ideas further. They have just derived happiness though meditating alone. I am very sure that some of them might have tried to put forward their ideas but they are very few. So such ideology never came forward as it was never advertised.

So what about people like us who are alone. Don’t we have any place to put our point. Shouldn’t we come across some like minded people with whom we can share ideas and grow further in life. Or we just have to go to a jungle and meditate.

When I write, it seems that I have found a place of my own. A world which is beautiful, full of love and affection. A world which is not mechanical. A clear sky and a sunrise of my childhood. And at last I came to know why my grandfather used to write without willing to get his work published. Writing is indeed pleasant!!!!!