Selflessness!! What's that?

Usually I write when I have gathered enough questions in my mind and I just want to release all of them. It is funny that when I pour my heart out, I somehow start with a quest to find answers to all these questions. And usually I come up with a solution as well.

But

This time it's different.

This time I just have my question ready. I am in the process of looking for an answer because what I see is not what I think and what I think is not what the world wants to see.

Sometimes, you get stuck in front of a wall. You know that there is a door out there but it camouflages in such a brilliant manner that you just keep finding the way out. Because of this interesting "human nature", you keep struggling.

You find     You search     You run     You knock     You cry     You give up!!!

And if you don't want to give up, you have a heavy price to pay for that. I don't know why, but I am ready to pay that price because I believe that that price would lead me somewhere.

And what the hell.

Let's go and see that what is ahead. Sometimes it's terrifying while at times it is exciting. At times your heart beat is just inaudible and at times your heart is beating out load.

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What is this word

"Selfish"

And what does it actually mean?

Oh!!

Don't get surprised. Just answer my question dear friend.

Ok

Now what is

"Selfless" 

I know what are you thinking.

"Are you kidding me bro"

Have some patience.

I hope you are ready with both the answers.

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I noticed this a few days back that "being selfless" is just a word. It is of no use and a selfless person can only exist in imaginary world, if at all it exists.

It is just a word to satisfy and calm down your soul that you are good as you think of others. Hence, SELFLESS!!

Tadaaaaaaaaaaaaa....

But if we think practically, is there anything like "selfless"?

In this competitive world, people just think about themselves- their happiness, their life, their near and dear ones, their sorrows etc. No one has any time to think about others. And don't just get me started on the working of NGOs. Everyone is after paper money or plastic money (least preferred as tax department is always active for their selfish interests). So, everyone is running after something for themselves only.

But I was told that there are such individuals who think about others as well. There are such people who care for others rather than their own happiness. I thought that even I was one of them. I had this mirage image in front of me that there are such people who think about others.

But a stimulus broke this mirage and I started thinking about the concept of selflessness.

I realized that when you do something good for others, something that virtually is unrelated to your wellbeing, it never is. Even if you do work in an NGO for good of others, what you get is self-peace and self-satisfaction.

These words have a prefix "SELF" which is enough of evidence to prove that to which degree it is a selfless act. Then people say that it is at least better than those who use others for some work.

But is it??

Because your so-called-selfless act is providing you inner peace while your so-called-selfish act just helps to get your benefit out of others. As mature being we all know that what provides long term benefits.

So,

HELPING OTHERS OR USING OTHERS???????

Mind-Think Some More

Jaati- Jo Kabhi nahi Jaati (Caste-Not easy to get rid off)

"Hello"
"Hey bro, how are you?"
"Sure, it would be great. I will get free by 5pm. CP??"
"Done"

5pm

I left my institute (not college) and was pacing towards Sec-11 Dwarka Metro Station. At the entrance of the metro station, a kid came running towards me. I was listening to Mumfold and Sons when his one action left me thunderstruck. He gripped my left leg. I removed my earphones with a mixed feeling of anger and terror.
"What are you doing? Go away"

He just one line and left me wondering! ," Mujhe bahut bhookh laggi hai. Jutte polish kara lo bhaiya" (I am really hungry. Please allow me to polish your shoes so that I can eat something)

"Kya khana hai aapko?"(What do you want to eat?). I asked sympathetically.

He pointed his finger towards a food stall outside the metro station. I went there, bought him a packet of lays. He wiped his tears and gave me a sweet smile in return.

"Tum padhte kyu nahi bete?"(Why don't you study son?)

He replied while trying to open up the packet
"Mein Shudra jaati ka huin na" (I am a Shudra by caste)



I entered the metro station. Even though my body was moving towards the metro but my mind was still there with that kid looking at me with those empty eyes, asking me zillions of questions without even saying a word and crying out for help.
Torn clothes, watery nose, red eyes and bare footed.
In a country that is growing every second and running towards better standards of living, the problem of caste system still persists.
I looked outside the window of Delhi Metro and saw a brown patch between green lush. Does that barren, brown and dry land symbolize something? Is it trying to depict the unheard pain and cry of a section of society?
Why was this caste system brought into action?
Who actually started this system?
I tried putting every possible explanation for these questions but failed. I searched through each and every neuron of my mind and struggled to find solution to my problem in hand.
I failed!!

I tried putting all these thought on the backseat of my mind and put efforts to put some music in to that empty hole. Travel of one hour and thirty minutes came to an end and I reached CP to meet my school friends.
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Where am I?
Which place is this?
Why is everything in gray-scale here?

I saw a board. On that board, it was written
WE JUST NEED 5 MILLION FARMERS. OTHERS KINDLY SHIFT THEIR PROFESSION.
-DELHI GOVERNMENT

What is all this? Why does everyone wants to be a farmer? What happened to those students who were running behind the prestigious IITs and IIMs? Where are all those who thought that CA is the best profession?
I tried searching for someone around but could not see anything except big and green farms cultivates by wheat, rice, maize etc. I was surprised to see the complete transformation of my city. From huge buildings to large farms and numerous cars to crops, everything around me was so different. I was trying hard to rewind my memory and then I saw someone coming towards me. I immediately recognize him.

THE SAME CHILD!!

He was still wearing those old and torn clothes and looked exactly the same. He again got on his knees and gripped my left leg. I heard him crying and saying

"Mujhe kuch peehn ne ko dedo bhaiya." (Please give me something to wear).
I searched all my pockets but found nothing there. I didn't have a single rupee to give it to this boy. I picked him up, wiped his tears and asked him

"Kya hua tumhe? Tumhe bhook nahi laggi kya?"( What happened? Are you not hungry?)

He replied
" Bhaiya, ghar pe anaaj bhara hua hai. Par leene wala koi nahi. Pehnu kya? Bahut thannd ho rahi hai"(My house is filled with grains. But I don't have anything to wear. Its really cold out here.)

I was startled by his reply and saw here and there. I couldn't find a single shop. There were huge farm lands only. Every possible vegetable was sowed around me but there was no shop from where he could buy some cloths. I asked him
"Jab itna anaaj hai to usse beech ke kapda kyu nahi khareedte?" ( When you have got extra food  grains at your place, why don't you sell them and buy some clothes?)
"Koi khareedta hi nahi. Sabke pass sirf anaaj hi hai. Koi kapde nahi beechta." (No one will buy them as everyone is into this business only. No one sells clothes)

I was unable to understand the problem when suddenly I saw a board.

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I came out of my dreams and saw around. I was at my place. Everything was back to normal and it was just a dream. But that dream gave me an answer to my query.
I ,at least, came to know that why did this caste system emerge. A day at an alternate universe solved the mystery of this part of our universe.

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Indian caste system is divided into four major Varnaas.

The bases of this caste system was DIVISION OF LABOR. Division of work always increases the efficiency of work. Someone realized its importance and did the same. Some intelligent person introduced this caste system to increase the efficiency of work. This division was done on the basis of skills of a person and not on the basis of birth.
It was the dilution of information and the habit to make processes easy, that transformed this system. People started following it and divided the society on the basis of birth irrespective of the talent of the child. The son of a Brahmin would be a brahmin only and the son of a kshatriya would be kshatriya only so on and so fourth.
This dilution also took Shudras for granted and named them "untouchables".
Who-so-ever started this system, his/her motive was forfeited by the modifications of the society. Infact, this blessing has turned into a bane.

P.S- On that board, it was written
1. Brahmins- Priests
2. Kshatriyaas- those with governing functions
3. Vaishyaa- Agricultralists, cattle rearers and traders
4. Shudras- Labour and hard working people
Respect all, Love all.


(This article was originally written by the writer of this blog for some internal purpose of Lal Bahadur Shastri Institute of Management. Hence, this is just to apprise the readers of this blog about the same issue.) 

India vs USA(war without weapons)

This piece of blog is not at all meant to take you through all those weapons, army stats, airplanes and warfare technologies.

I have got a few cool names in my mind. Although, I don't have any idea that in which category will they fit but just for fun, I will keep throwing few names. Lets see if my readers can sort them out*

*Terms and conditions apply. NO GOOGLing is allowed.

AK 47
MiG 23

Boffer Weapons

Ummm..

Can't think of any other tough-to-think names.

Let's just chuck that part(or rapid fire in between). Bracket part sounds more interesting. So, fasten your seat belts readers or should I say hold to your spot or Fire in the hole or....

Counter strike commands do sound cool but only in the game.

Let's just jump to the main point.

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Phoebe Buffay

"Whooo Whoooooo. Can anyone read me?

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This is a piece of junk or a walky talkie?"

Anandi

"Mein aapko sunn sakti huin. Aap dadi saa to nahi hai na?

(I can hear you. I hope its not my grand mother on line)

Barney Stinson

"I guess I heard some ladies. Hellooo. Are you looking for Legen

i hope you are not lactose intolerant as the second part is

Dary!!

Legendary nights?
HOT-Crazy scale and lemon law are given by

President General of Awesomeness aka Me

Leonard

"Hey. I am Lactose intolerant"

Komolika(background music of nikaaaaa)
"Ab mujhe isse badla lena hi hai."

(I have to take revenge from who so ever this Barney is)

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I am sure that all Indians would have got the hang of this India vs USA battle. For others, I would like to help you all.

This blog is not about those weapons but about the American sitcoms and Indian serials. This blog is an attempt to see that why Indian youth is moving towards american sitcoms.

BTW, returning to the quiz

RDX

Sonar

(Yeah, now I am on fire)

R-36
Agni V

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Crap.

Let's end this chapter here only.

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I, myself, am a big fan of american sitcoms and stopped watching Indian family soaps the day my mother stopped following ballika vadhu (An Indian serial meant to make people aware of the demerits of child marriage but ended up screwing up everything).

I guess I just mentioned one of the reasons why Indian serials are just filling up empty reels and not empty drawing rooms of houses. But that would come later. First,let's see a few advantages of watching Indian serials:

1. A wife can plan how to kill her husband.
2. Husbands can learn how to come back to life again and again, even if their funeral ceremonies are performed.
3. Newly wed couples can learn how to seduce each other and end up placing the camera on the roof or some roses.
4. Brothers can learn how to take over each others business
5. Only one house can be used as a set to shoot all the serials
6. kids can learn how to show themselves cool when you are about to shake hands with another person(not to forget with a background music yoooouuuuuuuuuuu..)
7. young females can learn how to keep rolling their hair to get curly hair and making killer plans to destroy their families
8. Other directors can learn how a baseless and directionless serial can catch all the audience around and go on to shoot more than 400 episodes i.e 400x20mins per serial=8000 minutes or 266.66 hours of headache and shear drama.  
9. Students(usually "F" gender is involved) should try targeting to use even half of the concentration power, they use to watch these serials, during studies.
10. Learn how to kill(by kill I literally mean KILL) your time and energy.

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Now turning to American Sitcoms.
There are a few major setbacks with them. Likely,

1. You can die laughing.
2. It can cause MDD i.e Major Depression Disorder in guys.                                                                 REASON: Girls are not that easily available here(in India). Moreover, watching a dude striking perfect week when you are still a new comer, is not that easy.
3. Excessive usage of hit quotes from sitcoms like LEGEN( then you need wait for 2-3 secs and even say what you are doing i.e wait for it) then quote the second part DARY.                                         All this is stupid, awesome and just ultimate. It has sucked all the creative bacterium out of the Indian minds.
4. Looking at Sheldon Cooper, Leanord, Penny etc may encourage few good minds of the country to transform themselves into a couch potato. And that is not fair. Making such hilarious and gripping episodes is not good for young progeny.
   
5. Such sitcoms can make you think that your relatives are good for nothing. They can't teach you how to get girls and get rid of them as soon as the business is done. Every Indian guy may start feeling that he deserves an Uncle like Charlie. And again this is not good family planing and management.

In the end, I just can't figure out that why Indian youth is crazy for American Sitcoms. I can't find anything attractive or amusing about these sitcoms after doing this analytic research.

P.S- When would be the 7th season of The Big bang Theory is going to get aired?

Mind Boggles

Hi folks!!
I am back with my blogging stuff.
How are you all?
I hope its all good at your end because today I need some help. Last few days have not been a cake walk for me. A very weird and frightening thought is stuck in my mind.
What if I am in pain and left alone in darkness?
What if I keep shouting for some help and there is no one to listen to me?

More than all this, the thought that has been troubling me the most is what if my closest people become reason for my pain!
Inflicting more pain on a painful soul is something that takes it beyond the level of getting repaired. A person feels the weakest when his/her own people cause immeasurable pain. As they are your "own people", most probably that won't be intentional. Sometimes, it is but usually it is not. Even if it is an unintentional attack, you are the one who suffers. You suffer heartbreak and darkness over shadows all the wonderland feelings.
Own people are those whose happiness and sadness affects you. They are those special people in your life who, as per you, are always meant to stay happy. Any pain afflicted on them can bring you on your knees. In Hindi, they are called अपने, in French they are called Propre Peuple but irrespective of the spelling and language of this word, pain is the same and so is the worry for their well-being.

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Today was a big and terrifying day for my parents. But for me, it was kind off an adventure(even though I knew the repercussions of a positive result).
Yeah, positive..
For a change, the word positive was not that a positive thing.
I went in with the headphones pushed inside my auditory canals and Adele was trying to sooth me down using some fire in the rain.

Me:- Ma'am, here is the prescription slip of the doctor. I am here to get few tests done.
Attendant:- You?? Do you want to get ECG and chest X-ray conducted??
Me:- Yes ma'am. Kindly guide me further.

She took me to a lab assistant who again was amazed to see a 20 years old getting such serious tests done. He took me in and got both the tests done. He handed over the reports to a doctor. He looked at me and then at the reports.
I was thinking to myself that maybe he will come up with some killer inference like myocardial infarction or some other word justifying angina pectoris.
He was quite happy to tell me that all the reports look normal to him.I thanked him, took my reports and returned to my Adele.
No joyous feeling, no happiness and no relief.
My parents hugged me tightly to express their happiness and took a breath of relief.
                           
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Near and dear ones are always there to support you especially during a rough phase of yours. But what if they are causing this rough patch?
Who would you run to?
Where would you seek to bring solace to your restless soul?
When I thought of such a situation, my mind boggled. It brought chill shocks to my spine and left my arrector pili muscles working with full energy.
These shocks took away my happiness of getting the negative reports.
And yeah, sometimes negative is nice.
I felt that my entire life is dependent on few pillars out of which the pillar named "ME" is not strong enough to support and sustain a life in my body for long enough. I got a little afraid of white- the color of tranquility. It reminded me of a junior of mine who always said," Bhaiya, I am afraid of many things but my biggest fear is white color." But then the reason for our fear of the same color is different.
He is afraid of white because he doesn't want his body to be disposed off without leaving a mark that would remain after him. He wants to do something incredible so that the world always remembers his name. And in my case I was afraid of the connection between "MY WORLD" and "WHITE COLOR". I don't ever want the two of them to merge together and leave me all alone.
Due to this depressing thought, my mind kept boggling and I thought of two main things

• My life without my loved ones
• My life with my loved ones but against me

My mind is still lost in these insane thoughts and maybe won't find solace if I keep thinking. The only way to keep it under my control is to remember what Lord Krishna has quoted in Shrimad Bhagavat Gita

"our senses our like horses and our mind is that charioteer who is responsible to control the movement of those horses"