A pup who quite literally had shaken hands with Yama(God Of Death) decided for some reason to come back to the world of the living with nothing more than a broken back, at first I wondered how she survived and it always gave me the chills to help with the pup who survived. Though shaken by the incident I was then sure that I could handle whatever that came along my way. But it was not death I saw but merely near death, I was yet to see death… I wondered whether I would.

Today, it happened. Queenie, an old but wonderful dog came to get an existing problem treated. Appointments were fixed for the next step and plans were made for helping her but alas before anything could be done she decided to move along. My mother who happened to be there at the clinic instantly burst into tears while my heart bled for Queenie’s mother. Queenie was placed on the table and I stood next to her confused as to why her chest was not moving or her head turning, I touched her and realized how quickly she had gotten cold. Watching Queenie’s mom weep hysterically over her baby made me wonder what she was thinking, we all regret or blame when we’ve lost someone we love, I am guessing it is a mechanism meant to make us recover quickly, did she sob about not telling her darling how much she loved her? Did she regret reprimanding her or was she probably blaming the situation? Did she forget to reassure Queenie that the vet visits were for her own good?

So did you tell your sick loved one how much you love and care for them? Did you tell them that you needed and loved them no matter how terrible you were to them? Did you hug them for loving you? We all want to but something always stops us and then it’s too late, in the end we all want our loved ones to know how much we love them and let them reciprocate the same. Maybe I should tell my darling the same right this instant.

I always make sure to kiss, cuddle and mollycoddle my kids before and after work but as I reached home I made a mental note to give them a double dosage of love. Our culture has 3 men in charge of the cycle of life, Brahma in charge of birth, Vishnu in charge of living and Shiva in charge of death. When I looked at Queenie one last time, I pondered whether Shiva was scanning through a checklist, scratching out her name and then handing Brahma a file with her name on it. Filled with a sense of hope I wished her the best of luck and let my colleague wrap her up.

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So I left from there much happier and sure that my children were in good hands. And I have never been the best of parents either, I still am ashamed about not keeping up with appointments but it usually had a genuine reason. No vet would ever allow credits easily but he did which made my life easier since I then had ample time to get funds for their treatment. Where I stay, it is unlikely a vet would even bother having small talk with the patients since there are clients to visit and money to make but whatever small talk  was shared between us always made me happy, yes I do admire him for he is the kind of vet I wanted to be. I remember one evening when he took out time during clinic hours to give my best friend G a guide on how to take care of her pup. After Pollux and Muffin got operated I was definitely sure that he would be the only doctor my kids would see, a joke related to that incident was about a syrup prescribed for the ladies;  being far too empathetic for my own good, I usually taste their medicine/supplements to understand how swift the force-feeding should be. Assuming the taste to be similar to all the others, I gulped a tsp of the mango flavored disaster…… Atrocious!!!! That syrup could make even a corpse dance to its tunes. Anyway I told the doctor about this incident, I could tell as he chuckled that he was making a mental note of never consuming that syrup.

He always egged me on to do whatever I could for animals somehow believing that I could probably do something. There have been times when I heard people cribbing about how he  “overcharges” or does not know what he is doing but the truth is that he is not overcharging nor is he ignorant of how his job is to be done. The small talk he indulges with his patients and their parents make it a really memorable and reassuring visit, I hope he knows this because we as parents need to feel that he loves our kids just the way we do and I get the feeling that he does. I once heard a person moan about how he prescribes too many drugs/tonics for each ailment, I understand the concern since I too used to wonder why I needed 3 different tonics for something as simple as a fungal infection or a fever but later after giving it some thought I understood his logic. Or at least I am guessing that, his aim is to cure the ailment without letting your pet’s body/health/immunity suffer so if your pet has an upset tummy he would probably give you one product that deals with the ailment, another to cure the side effects and the third to boost your pet’s health. Pretty practical as a parent can administer the same tonics later or prevent clinic visits completely…

Then came November 2009, Tristan-Galen was born through a Cesarean surgery. Dr A had earlier warned me that she would not live but when I saw her take her first breath, he did everything to normalize her breathing. I am pretty sure some other vet would have simply told me to not bother, he was also there to help me with other problems she faced (ring worm, constipation and gas).Now Tris is almost a month old and could rip off noses if given the chance. Just recently he offered me a job to work with him in his clinic, really excited…

So I end this with a toast raised to an awesome vet, one who is devoted to his patients and never lets you down. Hopefully you can inspire many more people to do all they can for their animals. I want to thank you with all I have got for doing everything you have done, no amount of words can ever be enough but I hope you understand how grateful I am for all you have done

UPDATE: For some reason this post never got published and was private since I wrote it. Well it has been almost 3 months since I started working with the vet and I am definitely loving it here. Kinda sad that I was a bit irregular at work because of my knees and back but working on it.

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She wanted me to talk about why and how I write my posts the way I do. To me writing is not lecturing, relating or sharing; to me writing is all about entertaining, expressing, reassuring and enlightening. I write not for the sake of ranks or money(then again a pauper does not mind a little pocket money ) but to connect to those I know and do not know. Our brain being the most fickle creature in the entire universe is a companion who is eternally zealous about life lusting for every ounce of knowledge. And its thirst for knowledge is so great that it eternally processes thoughts and feelings generated in our being,feeding on energy present everywhere and starts drawing conclusions about life. These conclusions make us who we are and who we can be.

I always feel that I don’t have any writing skills, even now my darling reminds me of “punctuation” errors in certain posts. Like I said before your mind is eternally breeding with life to produce thoughts, those thoughts are my inspirations. I wait for the spark to ignite the flame in my very being, it is very easy to recognize the spark for it comes out of nowhere and ensnares you in its vastness; the entire universe flips around making that spark the center and if you are lucky you notice the change. If not then you must wait your turn . Now that the fire has been started you must provide those tiny embers with an open mind, heart and a lot of love, love never seen by even the nearest and dearest for in the end that thought is a key to connecting to your soul. Frustration, pressure, too much thought and dishonesty to those embers cause it to burn very low and die out, you end up losing all inspiration, flow, dedication and understanding. But with patience, positivity, love and understanding you connect to something deeper within. You know you have connected to that something deeper when you are able to feel your thought clearly. Bask in the warmth of those flames and disconnect yourself from everything, switch off that T.V, the music player, throw your favorite authors out of your mind, make some room in that loft in your head people!!. The time is now for you to shine. Start conversing with yourself mentally, ask yourself now the content of your topic and giggle when you see the perfect words dance to your tunes. Talk out your topic now, listen to how it sounds, write it down as you speak making sure not to correct what you are writing, correct only if it feels right… There is no time for punctuations and grammar. Keep a smile on your face while writing, it helps you enjoy the moment. Tis not the time to copy your favorites but to let your style come through for no two styles are ever the same .. Done with the topic already?? Well let’s proofread it then, time to adorn your topic with all those dots, waves, lamp posts and snakes. It is time to smoothen the jagged edges. Now wasn’t that fun??

My sparks come whenever and anywhere, sometimes while sleeping, while doing the dishes, talking to people or through observation. Today’s spark was one of the best  and much more refreshing than my caffeine. The reason we find it difficult to pen our thoughts is because we try to emulate different styles and people, sometimes the thought sounds perfect in our head but doesn’t come out right. Writing is nothing but opening your soul through words, at first you yourself will not understand or will not like the results but as time passes whether people like it or not, you will surely appreciate your words. Sometimes your posts are the best on first try and on other times they need to be proofread a lot of times before you are happy with it, at times I have rewritten a draft 10 times before actually liking it. It happens so don’t worry if your posts are not A-Class at first shot, it takes time and understanding   and your thoughts mainly depend on your faith in them. I sometimes read my old drafts and laugh at the amateur writing but am also thankful because I stuck to it. My energy & spark decide when and what the post would be, till date I have never “thought” of what I want to write about. I am lazy so I wait for it to get me started

I hope this is good enough Shalaka and you are always welcome to comment essays for there is no fun if I am the only one talking.

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The other 3 were healthy wrigglers but there was something disturbingly wrong, Diana(mother) was unable to feed them but was giving her 100% in trying to get them to eat. It was a really stressful night for both  me and my mister, we were hoping that something would turn around the sad situation, I had lost complete hope and had given up but my darling refused to let me give up (Thank you ^_^) But sadly at 6 am (24th July) we discovered that Miss WiggleBottoms and Patches passed away leaving only one survivor. I quite honestly could not process the news at all and simply sat there dumb but my mister was hit so terribly by the tragedy . By then we were at our lowest point and then suddenly the survivor gave out a mighty roar reminding us that she was still there with us, my attempt at bottle feeding her was a success and we were all hopeful once more.

Diana was frantic though because she did not like the idea of me being a surrogate mother but I had no choice. Sleeping was the biggest problem because baby cats lose heat faster than the speed of light and even with the room insulated and fan switched off she was still losing heat so I decided to leave the child with her mother while I took a nap. I guess the sheer stress made me oversleep and as I woke up I was sure that I was going to be heartbroken but I was so happily wrong. She was still kicking about, cold but lively. The mister gave her the perfect name, a name even I could not compete with “Honahara Ashvini Uttarajivi”, Honajivi for short which roughly translates to Hopeful survivor. My best friend who was the baby’s Godfather came over and we got her fed and sleeping. To make sure that she was safe and warm, I kept her inside my fanny pack. Everything seemed to be going well until last night at around midnight (25th July) when Honajivi refused to bottle feed which set off alarms in my system because if she did not feed she would die.

After an hour or so later she refused to sit inside the fanny pack which she was earlier in love with. By then my darling was in the worst funk and I was getting there We attempted real hard to get the baby to suck on its mothers tits but it was the biggest failure so we decided to let the mother sit with the child. Early morning the baby was still kicking about but still refusing food so I decided to sleep knowing what the outcome was going to be. I have had cats since I was born and seen kittens since I was 5 so the tell tale signs were too strong for me to ignore. At 3 pm when I woke up, i found the baby still alive and was so happy to be wrong so I decided to freshen up before attempting another try at bottle feeding but I guess it was never to be because when I came back I saw Diana eating up Honajivi (Mother cats eat their dead young to prevent predators from picking up the scent). At that point I knew that I had lost a battle that me, Diana and the mister were desperately fighting. I broke down frustrated and angry because even after doing all that I could she was taken away from me. Managing Diana was difficult for she kept searching for the baby calling for it, she would keep climbing on top of me and ask me about the baby. She even dug through the fanny pack hopeful that she might find her child there. I would like to be spiritual and talk about how the baby was saved from a lot of misery and trouble as surrogacy is harder on the child than the mother. But I can muster no energy to bullshit myself and only feel bad that I was not there when she was taking her last breath. Now I wait for my darling to come back so that  I can give him the sad news. All that I know is that the baby was loved by her mother, uncle, aunts, godfather, grandfather and her grandmother. My parents are yet to be told about the tragedy. So I say a teary goodbye to my beautiful grandchild one last time.

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A good example would be the rise and fall of  Michael “The King of Pop” Jackson. Every one of us (Well, most of us ) had a ratty old stereo that belted out his hits to which we attempted the moonwalk, we commended him for doing his part for the environment and other social causes & poked fun at his bling fetish. Media cashed on his philanthropy and simultaneously cribbed about his spending nature. The true chaos began when he was charged for getting all funky with minors and exposing them to booze. Now the truth is known only by Michael and the victims (who earned plenty of fame and fortune) but the result was devastating for he was left without money, reputation and his beloved ranch, the media had a gala time bashing him around which reduced his popularity even further. His crazy lifestyle got him into trouble again and again (Baby dangling, burqa styled kids, plastic surgery etc). Every one could tell how his lifestyle was slowly rotting his very existence, we all saw how sickly he started looking and the skyscraper high debts he was facing. His every action got him scornful looks and no help, the man was fighting a losing battle. Then at the age of 50, the retirement age Wacko Jacko was “obligated” to do 50 concerts that would ultimately clear his debts. (Un)Fortunately that never happened!!

“R.I.P The King!!” “You will never be forgotten!!”, “The End of a Legend” screamed the headlines and random other social networking sites. I did not have any fuzzy feelings for these “mourners” for their “love” is far more cheaper than my favorite pair of socks. Out of the billions that infest this planet only a billion (hopefully) truly enjoyed and cherished Jackson. The crocodile tears shed by the ignorant morons reminds me of a saying in Kannada “goompinali govinda” (In a group that is involved in an activity say singing, there is always one retard who is simply mouthing the words or singing something totally wrong). Goomp meaning group and govinda being the village idiot… So in our huge goomp we always have a bunch of govindas dancing with their left feet, singing the wrong song or in this case being in the wrong situation all together. If only we were allowed to sue those millions of news/entertainment channels that are currently “mourning”, “remembering” or *shudders* paying their tributes.

Now that the person is dead, buried and is being mourned, you will see little mushrooms of filth pop out of nowhere…. These are the dead dude’s BEST FRIENDS!!! (OMFG Where were you guys before he died?). They annoy me because before the person died they had no personal interest in the d.d’s (dead dude) life but then suddenly they will take their toy drums and beat in every street they pass by about how d.d was their best friend and then start blaming every other person for the death. They actually have no clue about how the person was but swear to know his/her every secret. I will not speak much on this as it would set me on a tirade against a lot of people

I adored Michael Jackson from the start to the end but like many grew out of my “Billie Jean” phase. Now that he has moved on from this life to the next one, i hope he is not too famous and instead gets a much more peaceful life. Hope the milking and blame fest stops soon as it is unnecessary and pointless. You do not kill a man and then expect to be forgiven.

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In this love story we have the father (Earth), the mother (Nature) and the children (every living creatures that breathes). Each season is Nature’s mood or a phase; She shows her glow when she gives birth in spring, frustrations and depressions in summer result in her bad/scorching mood, raising kids with new beginnings in monsoon, dealing with teenagers/adults in Autumn and you see her sad mood when the kids finish their journeys or learn to live without her help in the winter season. But today I will not talk about her motherly skills but focus on the one element that suck by her side forever patient and loving, accepting whatever she gave him without much complaint. Her love, our father the Earth.

The Spring season she shows off her glow with love for husband and their bundles of joy where he loves and cherishes her dearly. With the help of the children he helps put on a show with lots of color and love. The weather is mellow, patient, happy and content. In summer her husband bears with her bad moods and asks the children to help one another until she is happier, he just sits there silent & still as she rants against him without stopping. In Autumn as she goes through a phase of letting go off her children he stays by her side humoring her and with the help of his children puts on one of the best display once again. Come Winter and he shows his strength by bearing once more  her extremities while she mourns her loss and accepting her negligence knowing and understanding her pain…. Hmmm.. Where did the monsoon go???

To me, the romance in the monsoon is the best part. The entire planet seems to grow faster in this period, the trees show their glee the most with their beautiful green glows and swaying branches. Nature in the monsoon period rejuvenates her husband and removes chunks not needed. As her summer mood starts to wane her husband realizing her mood starts calling to her, cajoling her, caressing her skin (the sky) with the help of his digits (mountains). His wife in return plays hard to get by showing him that she isn’t angry (colder winds) but does not give him what he wants. So he teases her more and she starts responding lovingly but she is worried about his reaction/looking desperate so she tries being distant trying not to show how much she wants her husband. But her husband is  very smart and understands her every action so he keeps  going on while making sure she is comfortable. He uses their children to cheat by making them also wheedle. With all this she starts fighting the losing battle… She rains light little kisses on him and the children in few places, knowing that they are winning they tantalize, wheedle, cuddle, beg and tempt her sometimes using guilt as their weapon. Her husband speaks to her again and this time he hits jackpot… Her moods have changed but is still not giving him her 100 % but suddenly one day unexpectedly as he patiently enjoys and bears with her drizzle, she turns the table and blasts him with all her love and passion. She might stop for 5 minutes or 5 hours but she returns once again recharged. Her children, the trees glow with scrubbed faces and show off their grandchildren. Her husband is rejuvenated with fuller lakes and fertile soil.

She looks to him with a mix of love, pain, mischief & says to him ” I want to love & cherish only you with all my love though I may be flawed…”

He looks patiently and with a mischievous smile says “You’d better…”

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Though we change for our family and friends a lot, the change in us is most evident when romance is involved. When in love, we instantly get into infatuation mode where everything is so fresh and new but if the couple is mature enough they are capable of being grounded while they are pushed into deeper waters. Sometimes couples break due to the lack of freshness or because of circumstances. Many times couples after the crush mode realize that they are not right for each other.

I personally metamorphosize when in love, the best being the fact that my energy became more peaceful, more calm, relaxed and very tender. I was ready to forgive anybody for any mistakes they made. I lost all grudges that I had against anybody. I was mellow transforming from a wild mare into a very tame one.  I would wait for him ever so impatiently mentally going “Is he here?”  Every 5 minutes. All the times he’d annoy me all of a sudden did not annoy me anymore not because I was in infatuation mode but because I understood why he was doing that for me. His every wish would be my command and the same for him. Within days my skin got a glow that no beauty product could ever compete… There is so much more I can write about him but there are so many years I need to spend with him before I can do him justice.

I love him with all my heart and hope that he knows how happy and peaceful he makes me. How his happiness means a lot to me. **Raises a toast** To us, hope we brave the stormy seas with lots of fun and maturity.

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Many times, while speaking to various people and the people near & dear to me I find those misconceptions rooted in their lives. I do not deny that I too sometimes walk around with the biggest cloud of crap over my head but thank my life for giving me better common sense and logic. Many argue that religion is nothing but a bunch of stories conjured up for entertainment but I am speaking of culture and not religion. Religion and Culture are symbiotic in nature, they both need each other to survive. Culture is the way of living and Reigion helped people follow their culture honestly, i use helped because religion has been warped thus making our culture seem obsolete and moronic. Funny enough, the critics who call each other’s culture hocus pocus forget that they themselves believe in the boogeyman, tooth fairy, gremlins or whatever else. At times I am tempted to fight tooth & nail for my culture not to prove a point or show my greatness but mainly showcase the intricate workmanship put in to make science oh so acceptable by common man.

Racism, egotism and stupidity are somethings I do not indulge in nor encourage. I do not believe in culture bashing or making decisions based on one’s birth. Ironic how we single out a person for being different but when that person rises, we accuse him of dishonesty and praise him for his courage at the same time. 95% of the misconceptions one has is because of the media. The way India is the land of fakirs & snake charmers, America is the land of the fatsos & rash while Britain is the land of uptight snobs….. *sigh*

We are ridiculed for our millions of Gods, festivals, ceremonies and practices. But if we looked beyond the pomp, multiple body parts and zillions of holidays you will see logic & intellect hidden in each. And this applies to every culture that exists. India had many sciences, many stories to share so to make it interesting and enriching we created mythical beasts. To make sure that people enjoyed every single day of their lives to the fullest but with discipline each holiday was a miniature celebration be it to celebrate the moon, the sun, the stars or the love shared by  our fellow compatriots for each other.  Each God symbolized a characteristic, originally I feel these Gods were created as ideals whom we were supposed follow & be like, not idols whom we beg from to help us walk through our own muck. Indeed having faith in something is crucial but we tend to depend on them for our every whim. Many people complain on how tedious and long a Hindu wedding ceremony is but if you pay attention to what is being said, it actually is like the Christian vow taking where the couple vows to love,care & dedicate their lives to their partner in the presence of God.

It is not the books or practices that are wrong but the mentality of the generations that came after the authors, though I do agree that some  are obsolete in this era but  many wonderful things have been turned into a farce which I frown upon but can do nothing about. The day we stop hiding behind our prejudices, fake faiths & avarice will we be able to see the true beauty present in our culture. We turned the Holy Christ into a magician/genie when in fact the poor man simply came to us to teach us how to love each other. Ganesha who gives you courage to overcome your obstacles was suddenly asked by us stupid humans to REMOVE those obstacles for us. We started blaming all our failures to our last lives and instead of working hard to overcome our failures we let it go making excuses about how we cannot change what has been done…

As time passed, we forgot how to love a person and chose to stick with people of the “same” race. We smirk & gossip about the Parsis who are inbreeding to save their race but insist on marrying a person from the same caste/race or group. It was fine in the middle ages when people dropping dead like flies but now it is the most impractical & obsolete practice  but then again where will people get fortune, power & “respect” from if they marry “other” groups…. **sighs**

My post might not make sense to many, insult few others but I do hope that someone feels what I feel be it today, tomorrow or ten years later. I wish for everyone to see the truth behind their cultures and embrace it as tight as they can for it is something that will never leave them though it stays hidden, it will resurface again and again be it in this life or another. Let us all awaken from our materialistic beds and walk into our Eden, Eden that is not physical but present oh so strong within us… A land where there is no anger, pain or differences.. Just peace within ourselves and Love everywhere else…

Peace within and Love everywhere to all who read or do not read this.

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Why is it that we fail to accept Death in it’s entire glory? We celebrate the birth of children but curse the deaths, this post is not to remind us about the loss connected to death but to cherish the love gained through the loss. Because it is only after we have lost something do we realize that it was valuable,  but even if we never understood that what we lost was a diamond, the diamond knew that it was a diamond. When D left me, I was holding him begging him to keep fighting but I guess I knew he had left me. Till date I cannot accept that he was gone before he was given a chance to fight,  that I could not tell him about many things that I wanted to tell him, that I could not sing the song he asked me to sing for him, curse him for not listening to me, curse him for not letting me go on my own but then curse him again for leaving me alone in darkness for a long time. It seemed like the world had crashed all the way around me.

When my friend told me that his grammy passed away, i saw myself in him. Regretting not meeting her, regretting not calling her, regretting at not being more loving, regretting at not being able to visit her when she was sick & mainly not being able to say that he loved her and cared for her. Though me and D spent the day he died talking, i knew that I wanted to say a lot, sing a lot, love him a lot but all the plans I made were kept aside because he had to leave. So here I sit with tears in my eyes and cheeks wet with the salty rivers refusing to stop their flow hoping that my friend does not go through what I went through for he is a very delicate soul though he is strong. Why am I crying? though I did not know grammy I have lost my grammy & grandpy so I can understand the pain that a grandchild feels.

My only word to who ever reads this, do not deny the loss, do not stay in that sadness because your loved one does not want you miserable even if you guys did not have a very happy relationship, it is ok to move on, cherish the good moments & throw out of the window those regrets, love them if you hated them before, love them even more if you loved them. It took me 3 years to accept that D left and that I should not regret not being able to talk to him, my only fear was that he did not know how much I love him but on one dark evening I remembered a statement he made to me which made me realize that he knew how much I love him and care for him.

No matter how much the depression due to death pulls you into the darkness, hold onto your loved one, ask them to help you move on and trust me they will help you no matter what. There will be times when everything you watch, feel, hear and sense is connected to death but never let go off your loved one. Hold onto them as tight as you can but do not ask them to carry you for you need to walk on without them and they will have to walk on without you. So here I sit watching ghosts sing songs, corpses talking about their pain and dying leaders try to hold onto their reins reminiscent of  all the things I did my D falling deeper and deeper in the darkness when out of nowhere I hear my child’s call… I look at her with no strength longing for pity but she simply ignores my negative vibrations and licks my face with her thorny tongue, she keeps her paws on my heart as if knowing that it is heart and not my ego hurting. Crying is a nature’s way to “cleanse” us of negativity be it physical or emotional so one should never hold back the tears except when one needs to be strong…

A thing I hate about people and their intepretation of death is the need to “mourn” for a person why being sombre and making the dead one an angel of some sort.. When I heard that an old classmate died I was horrified to hear that her parents had hung a really ugly (unsmiling and looking pathetic) black and white picture of her to emphasize at their loss but the girl was an incredibly colorful and bright smiling girl… But the parents felt that the pic suited the people’s moods so I guess I can understand but still….

So here is to a grammy with love, warmth and color, may she rest in peace *kisses grammy on the cheek and offers a prayer

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I am extremely sorry if this post dragged on but this has been a project that has been continuously revived and buried for the last 2-3 weeks and I am extremely ecstatic that I could finally find the words to partially support with my feelings. I encourage you all to argue, complete my post along with me, you may comment on the post as you like; no restriction on language or length

How many times have we heard someone or the other speaking of how Love is no longer what it used to be? How Love is corrupt & evil now. Most of you must already be wondering why I am writing love as “Love”, Out of respect I choose to write it as “Love”. To me, Love has been underestimated, misinterpreted and disrespected the most since our creation. Love is assumed to be something between family, friends, God and lovers. But it is neither religion nor duty that it needs to be categorized or have restrictions. It my friends is the essence of life!!

So What Exactly Is Love?

So what according to me is Love? Love is the energy that keeps you alive, the energy that makes you start things in life, the energy that makes you maintain things in life, the energy that helps you complete things in life, the energy that shows you how to be truthful, loyal and good, the very same energy that prevents you from harming others and spreading ignorance and it is the only thing that keeps us sane when we are tied to our duties and life.To me, the energy that charges you, begins things in your life, maintains them and ends them, the energy that is pure guiding us to be truthful, loyal and righteous, the same energy that stops you from harming others & spreading ignorance. Which keeps us sane, when high or low with duty or life… Love!!

Love being pagan and complicated, our forefathers decided on a safer name for better control, our father figure whom we call God. Makes sense? Of course it does! Put on thy monkeythinking cap and don thy pearly white coats. Assume that we are nothing but energy inside a container that keeps generating, transferring, absorbing and losing energy, containers change but the energy process continues. Can we call this energy our soul? Can we call it Atman? and if we accept that that energy is Atman then I am sure we accept that Atman collected is ParamAtman (Supreme Being/Soul). I hope you have understood what Love is based on what God is. True Love is not what we feel for our peers, idols and possessions. It is nothing but blind love. E.g: A parent who chooses to decide a child’s life based according to their life, assuming that they know better, feel that materialistic value is higher than spiritual is being blind. I understand that the parent out of love plans but the life in the end belongs to the child alone & must be lived according to his capacity.

So When Do We Fall In Love?

Being made up of Love there is never a need for us to “fall in Love” but because we are humans bound by the chains of our own consciousness we live in eternal ignorance of the truth. Only when you realize that another creature/object rocks to your rhythm of life do you understand that there is Love between the two of you. When we accept and realize that Love is present in all, shared by all and felt by all will we be able to truly feel Love. Till then we get mere appetizers which we assume to be “True Love” but how can Love be true when you feel it only for one and not for all. Believe that you are eternally in Love, Loved & Loving and you shall truly see the world in a new light.

So Where Do We Go Wrong?

When we let our forms take control thus allowing the roots of ignorance sap out our energy did we end up creating those inner voids. Think about it carefully, which tragedy, miracle, birth, death, success and failure is not connected to Love? When a man sexually abuses a girl we immediately assume that either the man was bad or the girl was inappropriate in some way. But do we ever empathize at the fact that maybe just MAYBE the abuser had a horrid childhood or if the girl was wrong, maybe she had a childhood that distorted her sense of living. My example is extreme I know but please bear with me for I know what I am speaking about. Wars are products of pain, greed and ego; all love for something or the other… You might argue, how can Love be negative??

There is no such negativity for what is good to you might be bad to me and vice versa instead there is simply a Permutations and Combinations theory functional that produces various emotions. Your mind was designed to show you the options in life; it is your Soul/Energy’s decision to choose the Righteous/Truthful Path. When we make a mistake of letting the mind, senses and body to rule over our forms thus due to the imbalance we unknowingly give birth to ego, greed and lust. When a combination of 2 or more qualities is mixed we get more complex beings like vanity, selfishness, anger, jealousy and so on. Pain is not an emotion but merely an indicator to indicate the presence of a void/wound. When pain is counseled by Love we get strength and courage but when it is counseled by the mind we get self- pity, insecurity which in return causes the human to feel that his void can be filled with pity or constant assurance but in reality he simply needs to ask himself what he truly needs.

So How Do We Correct This?

Love can never be bought or sold, we learn this the hard way when we grovel for our parents’ acceptance however horrid the parents might be. That to me is the biggest and greatest description of a void. We can be the greatest of people in the world adored and worshiped by many but it eats into our very being when our parents scoff at our achievement even if it is out of envy. Thus to cure us all of voids One must live to Love. How….? Whenever you get a thought of jealousy, hate, anger, sorrow or narcissism, you should neither make the mistake of submitting yourself to it nor snub it out and try to ignore the situation Instead ask yourself immediately why you got that thought and if you are mad at a person try to understand why the person did what they did, ask them why they did it calmly and find a solution to the entire thing instead of just that one problem.. An example would be your pet pooping inside the house; instead of beating/yelling at the pup hoping that he learns from the beating, grumbling at the task ask yourself why he did it in the first place.. And how you can tackle it without making it a “chore”.

The more important way of correcting ourselves is by understanding, accepting and thus realizing that we are all indeed the same. What you feel is felt by others, simply in a different way but none the less they still feel it. So before you vent out your day’s frustration understand that your partner too has gone through the same so instead of venting find a way to cheer up for when positivity is emitted will positivity be absorbed. Before you gossip about another try to understand that you are doing nothing but widening the void as gossip is insecurity’s baby. Understand that your only savior in life is “Truth” and that truth is spoken by the pure energy that flows everywhere.

So Why Is It “Love” And Not God?

After reading the above all of you must already be assuming that I am simply rehashing what others have said about God. But I do not believe in God for he is nothing but a guide to help people, originally created for people to follow the path of truth and fill the inner void. Now the poor sap has been turned into a Godfather to whom we promise riches for some favor in return. Yet we never ask Love for help, kind of sad because in the end all we need is love. When we say God, we say Him or Her… But when we say Love, we say Us or We. We unknowingly remove the third party who was never needed and focus on the thing that truly needed our attention, the voids within us and others.

When in Love we can do anything for our partner, now instead of doing it for just one we need to learn to do it for every one that comes in our path. God’s void was filled eons ago so he would be happier if we paid attention to our fellow brothers and sisters. I now begin to hear arguments about practicality and logic. I do not expect anyone to donate their house or stop worshiping their God, I only hope that you see what I see and start seeing your God/ Loved one in every being you meet. Help them, if not physically then spiritually.

Remember, to be with God you need to be God. But to be with Love, you need to be Love. Because to change the world you need to be the change.

So From Whom Do I Learn How To Love?

I personally use everything in my life but my pets play the biggest role for nothing can symbolize love better than an animal. It has no boundaries, no expectations, no “define” duties yet it’s loyalty towards Love is limitless. When you read a book, try to imagine the author’s situation when he is describing a scene be it one of immense sorrow, happiness or lust. Try to understand why he wrote the scene in that way and how would you like to have written that scene. When you ask yourself questions make sure to throw your mind out the window for it is nothing but an attention seeker. Those who have cherished their inner voice will have no difficulty in listening to their inner voice but to those who cannot hear their voice, rest assured one day it will make itself heard but it can do so only when you take an active part in trying to find it through Love.

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