Leaving Footprints behind!

Just got back from a paath ceremony kept in a close one's memory,  and my mind is a whirlwind of feelings at the moment. We take the existence of many people in our life for granted, but in a moment before you realise what happened, they are gone. These people then stay alive in your life as a memory.

This makes one wonder if things are really in our control. There are very few people, who are content with their lives. Some want more money, some more love, some more time, some more peace. We all are striving to reach our own personal goals, fulfill our passions, satisfy our ambitions.  There are times when dissatisfaction creeps in, and we question the universe why a certain thing was meant in my fate. But the almighty has it all planned out, not everyone gets everything, and even who according to us get everything are not happy with what they have. We all want some more from life.

While sitting in the paath, my mind felt so much at peace, I had not felt so in days, even months. The grief somehow dissolved in the beautiful couplets that taught us the meaning of life. God has given each one of us something special, we just need to identify it. I feel more stronger, beautiful and passionate, and all these feelings originate from the feeling of closesness with the greater one.

But having said all that, I coudn't help but wonder, if everything around me is whizzing past too fast, or am I spinning on my orbit too quickly. I will not be here tomorrow, but there would be memories that I would leave behind. The path of my life may not entirely be in my hands, but what I can do is to make sure that I leave fond and impactful memories with people I meet in my life.

A whiff of Davidoff!

Yesterday I picked up the DVD of the movie 'Inception', one of the most thought -provoking movies I have seen so far. Ever since I saw the movie, I was waiting to own the DVD, pretty much like my obsession for Harry Potter. I am not a big fan of Sci-Fi movies, but this one grabbed my attention because apart from the awesome visuals, gripping screen play , it explores the psycho-physical nature of dreaming, one of my latest obsessions.

The movie is based on the concept of philosophical pragmatism, which bases its core on the concept that if there are consequences to what we believe then what we believe is true. Our perceptions then become the reality.

And what are our perceptions? They are grounded in the world that we live in, the things we see, touch, feel, hear and all this forms a fantastic concoction that becomes our core reality.

We are all dreamers, dreaming within dreams at times, like in the movie. But why is my dream unique to me, what is triggering this dream in my sub-conscious. Freud in his theories said that dreams are a manifestation of what the sub-conscious human mind desires and wants. Our dreams have symbolic representation of certain archetypes, that play pivotal roles in our lives. But are these sub-conscious archetypes affecting only our dreams, or our everyday lives. 

We move on in our lives, and change with each passing day, and our past memories get archived as we move along making new memories. But do they fade, or do they become a part of our dreams? It takes a whiff of Davidoff to conjure up our deepest desire to own and relive and recreate the past in our dreams. 

Life is but a dream?

"Oh! You can't help that", said the cat:" we are all mad here, you are mad, I am mad".
Over one of the most intriguing conversations that I have had in recent times, I started to wonder if my perception is really the reality. The fact that this conversation was held in the realm of intoxicity and a bizzare incident that I witnessed, during the revelry that engulfs the festival of colors, makes it even more peculiar. Witnessing someone's hallucinogenic perspective can be hilarious and at the same time causes you to stop and decipher the difference between what you percieve to be happening and what is really happening around you in the world, in simpler words the reality. "Reality" is an eccentric term, to each its their own collection of truths and perception. But, is reality my own idea and my own perception, or is there a world that exists beyond it. Why was it that what I saw as floor, was water to someone else? And how can I be sure in thinking that my knowledge is reality.
There have to be things that exist beyond our reality, only then we can justify the existence of mythological characters, unheard beasts, and other "weird things" that we all heard of in fairytales. How did the mind generate the idea to begin with?
Do we indulge in such fantasies to escape the reality, or do we chance upon some greater understanding while dreaming. Many a times I wake up, not knowing when the lines of reality and my dreams got blurred.
As Nietzsche says , our "will to truth" is concealed in "our will to ignorance" . We need to create meaning of life on our own, to survive the chaos and the madness that surrounds us.
But the meaning of life does not remain constant, as you descend futher in the abyss of life, the very foundations of life change, meeting new people, witnessing new incidents, all adds to the layers of our vivid personality.
I, like many others, do not like change, but I realise the oddity of this statement, as I find myself evolving and changing as a person, driven by my own passions, reflective of my own actions.
So my perception may not be the reality , but it is real for me, and its transitory in nature, changing with time, with me, making sense out of nonsense.