Not all passing moments belong to me, yet I yearn to seize them, leaving my mark on time.
As time flows, my despair triggers a question in my mind: 'Why didn't you intervene?'
Before I articulate a single thought, a falling star prompts my mind to hastily make a wish, eager for fulfillment.
Amidst infinite stars and countless wishes, I await the descent of each star, pondering how many failures shatter the illusions of life.
Mysticism is not definable; it's personal, subjective, and evident, defying proof of right or wrong. Every religion incorporates mystic elements alongside rituals and customs that require unquestionable faith. Mysticism, however, isn't a direct plea for faith; it's the psychology behind it, an experiential aspect.
Is it an escape from harsh reality, a defense mechanism of the subconscious mind, or an integral part of one's psyche? My experience suggests it's an inherent aspect, perhaps misleading, but unavoidable. Individuals don't choose their mystic inclination; it's intuitive, personal, and apparent.
The opposite of mysticism is skepticism. In life, individuals tend to be dominated either by a mystic attitude or a skeptical instinct. Although both can coexist, one typically dominates.
Mysticism represents an inclusive, converging approach to the psyche, while skepticism is a discriminating, diverging force. The term 'mysticism' doesn't solely imply a religious tone; it can manifest in any field of knowledge, art, sports, or life itself.
(Pic - Debasish Bose)
(ছবি Debasish Bose)
The bargaining begins now, for a
deceased body and a stillborn baby girl. How does one count the seconds,
minutes, and hours of a life that never truly began? The baby lies on a tray,
alongside her mother, another life that had seen 23 years of light.
The transaction takes a dark
turn, as they're asked for more money, ten thousand rupees, to hand over the
bodies. Two impoverished women, their eyes reflecting confusion and hearts
heavy with sorrow, sit on a wooden bench in a suburban nursing home. Their purpose:
to claim the body of their sister, and perhaps the baby.
Outside the window, a little
bird perches on the ledge while an elderly woman dozes behind the reception
desk. The doctor has left for another nursing home, leaving them to wait. The
clock ticks away, and the threat looms: without payment, they'll be turned over
to the police along with the lifeless forms beside them, destined for a dump
yard where crows and vultures will scavenge.
Amidst the chaos of staff,
doctors, and patients moving around, the two women remain frozen in time.
Lunchtime arrives, marked by the sounds of opening tiffin boxes and the act of
eating. Yet, these sounds hold no significance for the women. Hunger and thirst
are distant sensations, their eyes void of questions or complaints, as if they
too have become lifeless in the face of their grim circumstances.
Suddenly, chaos erupted as the
doctor returned, her face etched with worry. Her 16-year-old daughter had been
in an accident.
"Are they bringing your
daughter here, madam?" a staff member asked.
The doctor's frustration flared.
"Is this a place for human beings to receive treatment? It's become a
haven for cattle. I'm only here to fetch my charger. My mobile battery is
drained. And you two," she sneered, "pay two thousand and leave with
your garbage. Disgusting."
The two women sat, still and
silent, their eyes fixed on the doctor.
Approaching them, the doctor's
anger seemed to intensify. With three fingers of her right hand, she tapped one
woman's head sharply. "Are you two out of your senses? Pay two thousand
for those two bodies. I won't budge an inch."
One of the women rose, hands
folded in supplication. "You promised us delivery and ligation for twenty
thousand. But now you're going back on your word. Okay, let it be. This isn't
the time for haggling. Your daughter will pull through. The Lord is merciful.
Just keep your composure. Everything will be alright."
For a fleeting moment, the
doctor's facade crumbled. Then, with an abrupt turn, she disappeared into the
dim, lightless expanse of evening.
Dark mind asks enlightened mind...do you know me?
Don't raise issues man! We least bother all those bullshit...
Love and Logic - two stuffs of human mind. They are
neither competitor nor substitute for each other. They are the counter parts.
Love is not passion. Love is the intelligence of
emotions. It's an emotional understanding of something - Wisdom.
Logic is a cerebral understanding - Knowledge.
Human mind can't work with one component only. It needs
both.
Who operates these two?
Soul - the central psychic being. A central force of
consciousness. A static force. But when it's in functional mode it's divided in
these two parts - logic and love.
So, in Indian philosophy Soul is Sat Chit Ananda. Sat is
that static condition. Chit is logical part. And Ananda is love. It's the
complete being.
Passion is a blind force of instinct. It's not the
emotions. Though sometimes it resembles with emotions. But in reality it's not.
Peace is absence of passion. The true nature of emotional being.
Thought is not logic. Though again it resembles with
logic. Thought is a repetitive process of memory. Absence of thought is peace.
The true nature of logical being.
And finally absence of both logic and love is the
meditative condition of Self. The absolute state of human inner being. Absolute
peaceful state - in Indian terminology - Samadhi
And morality is to live with this peaceful state. Dharma
- to live and to let live others peacefully.
The functional state of peace is called compassion - the
finest and highest source of energy.
The eternally static and balanced condition of all
existence is collectively called God or Brahman in religion (scriptures). It
exists only in the conception of infinity. So it emerges simultaneously as the
conception of eternal force of compassion. The eternal peace with infinite
compassion.
My soul is imbued
With the colour of your lips
As the dusk intoxicates the river
By the colour of bliss
[Picture: Aniket Ghosh]
When I talk about a cage
You are happy,
As the cage is certain and obvious
When I talk about the infinity of sky
You are confused,
As it is vast and limitless
Please don’t give me certainty
I will be captivated by you
Let me have my freedom of confusion
And make both of us free
Let the uncertainty be my happiness
Let the confusion be an invitation to fly unbounded
Patient : Sir, I think I have lost my mind.
Doctor : Oh, how you can be so careless! Isn't mind a valuable asset to you?
Patient: Oh, sir, what shall I do now?
Doctor : I shall suggest you to go for mind transplantation.
Patient : How I can get a donor for that?
Doctor : Go to a library. Choose a book, seat for
reading, if you see the book, it's not your book, if you see the alphabets
still it's not your book, but if you lost yourself in the book, it's your book.
Patient: But what will happen if I don't find any
book like that!
Doctor: Then I shall give you my heartiest congratulations, you have achieved Nirvana already, just relax and enjoy
the mindless life in this maddening world.
