Games Of Destiny!

Life plays most gaudily with her, at times confusing her in hide and seek, at others throwing her off a roller coaster. She likes the games of destiny. Destiny which meets her as an old friend but sometimes it terrifies her and throws her off into the gloom. Her mind can never guess what games are to be played next but the soul is ever ready for every new challenge because her soul thrives in the adventure and excitement of new challenges. They make her feel alive and thrilled. The liveliness inspires her to think of new ways and strategies to maneuver her way in the games of life, the games of destiny. Thinking gives her a new inspiration: the inspiration to meet life head on!Meeting life head on feels like a nice easy statement in words but in practice it's quite a difficult task to accomplish but nonetheless she strives to do it in the best way possible or the best way that she can think of. And I dare say that her mind is very limited , bound by all the world, always being taught of limits which leave her thoughts chained and caged, not able to fly off at will.  The will, which is a powerful thing that if given freedom can accomplish anything it pleases but this world never allows her free will, for the fear that if left unchecked she might bring some good to the world with her pure heart! This materialistic world of her's is wary of anything insinuating goodness. So she thinks, but only in the limits of her bounded world and her chained thoughts suffer at the hands of destiny!
                                     
                                                                                              -Aksa

Love Of Technology

         There she was sitting in a work frenzy with two computer screens in front of her; she connected a flash drive to a CPU and started copying the contents onto the monitor screen, switching on the other system she connected a card reader to the other CPU wondering whether to plug in the mobile memory card or the camera storage card into it first! Deciding on the camera card she connected it and started rifling through the photos on the LCD screen. Putting the photos on a copy\paste she switched on the music system and started going through the CD rack for a good CD.
         *Check the new message* ..... This tone distracted her and while picking up the cell phone to check the message she noticed that it was running on a low battery, taking out a charger from a drawer of the working table, she put the phone on charging on the same power board with all other appliances.
        A sound from the computer told her the flash drive had finished it's work, seeing this she connected a wi-tribe to that computer and started the internet. While opening her blog she picked up her e-book from the table and opened the article she had intended to post...
       A knock on the door and her brother walked in asking her to help him out with a maths problem. She fished out a scientific calculator from another drawer and started solving the problem. In between doing this she also changed the card in the card reader and started loading some songs in the new memory card...
       Replying to another text message she re-opened the e-book, switching her attention back to the monitor screen she searched her brains for a suitable title for the article...
       And at that moment of thought she zoomed out!...her brain started to slow down, detaching itself from the body it possessed  and viewed the scene from a third person's perspective!
       What she observed shocked her!... She was sitting at a table with two screens and digital keyboards, a musik system on one side, a television screen on the back wall, an e-book, a cell phone, flash drives, different memory cards and a calculator lying around her. In short she sat there surrounded by machines.
        She realized that a minute ago she had been working with all these things... no! she had been a part of all these things, a machine operating all these machines! She was there with no thoughts, no feelings, nothing at all except a brain working as the operating unit of all this stuff!
        In that moment she realized why this world was moving towards cruelty with each passing day. It was modernization, increasing technology or better said increasing number of humans turning into machines. Feelings were dying. Kindness, love and humanity seemed like withering yellow leaves of a dying autumn tree!
       That moment told her why her life was bleak ans stark, devoid of emotions, warmth and love...!
       You know why she had this kind of life??  That's because she was a machine like all of us....'us'__ the people of te modern world, who are forgetting that the best things in life are not 'things'!

Abandoned...!!!

         Sitting and Staring at the page not knowing how or where to start! Why is it so hard to express ourselves? Why do we want to hide? From years I've been writing down my thoughts, my feelings, been putting them down in words to calm the troubled mind. Why is it that we can open ourselves to lifeless plane sheets of paper but not to living breathing humans? Why are we afraid of our own kins, our own species more than we ever fear any other thing or being? We all find an indulgence or you can say an escape from our troubles or should I say from life! My escape is writing... I have two of my recently written pieces placed in front of me. I had thought of posting them but I don't think I have the courage to do so! I am afraid words might betray me, they might show the hurt, pain and feelings I've buried deep inside me because I don't want to let anyone find out my weaknesses, they make us vulnerable, people can hurt us. And we humans fear betrayal, we instinctively shy away from anything that can hurt us and our fellow humans are the beings who can hurt us the most.... I guess this is the reason; why we hide, why we fear closeness, why we don't trust...
            A look at the title reminded me of what i had originally intended to write before i started putting down my random errant thoughts!
          I wanted to talk about words. The way they have betrayed me! I had thought of them as my constant companions, always there to help when I felt dejected, hurt, troubled etc etc. Playing with words always helped bring me back to the norm of life!. I have often heard of how things and people abandon us when we need them the most, i had never thought of words as one of those things. But a couple of days ago i noticed it at the time when i was the most distressed and wanted to write and write and write until I relieved myself of all the burden but I couldn't write a single word! nothing came to my mind, it went blank just like the page of my diary opened in front of me at the time.... all my words, all my thoughts left me alone...numb! And when i made the journey back into my mind I discovered that it has always been like this.... I had never consciously realized that words, who i thought to be my constant companions have been betraying me all this time, have been leaving me alone whenever i needed them the most and the realization shocked me!...though it  shouldn't have. I should have kept in mind that it's the temporal nature of all things...they abandon us....they leave us alone. Nothing stays with us forever except the Lord and Creator of all. Only He stays in the hearts of his Creations to help them survive! 
         This is the final truth that i have found every time! no matter where i start or what i think or what i write it always comes to this abandonment, this loneliness where no one but our God stays with us and this is the realization that calms the sea of my thoughts when nothing else works!!

White...

                     White... is not a mere absence of color; it is a shining and affirmative thing, as fierce as red, as definite as black... God paints in many colors; but He never paints so gorgeously, I had almost said gaudily, as when He paints in white.

-Gilbert K. Chesterton

        I have never really accepted white as a color but then it is not even the absence of color... in fact it is the essence of all colors! Science proves that white alone holds all the essential colors of the whole universe. One white splits into seven and from those seven, are made thousands.
        White stimulates optimism and increases the will of reaching perfection. It allows us to feel peace, it gives me the feeling of serenity, and calmness, and kindness. Watching fluffy white clouds chasing each other across skies calms my mind and watching the fresh snow cover the land cools the eyes! It reminds me Wilkie Collins novel 'The Woman In White' in which she said "little girls always look neater and better all in white than in anything alse". I do not know why... but this line has stayed with me from the moment i read it (almost five years back).
        Astrologers say that color white is related to the sign of cancer (my sister's and she sure was calm, loving, caring and pure!) and that it symbolizes purity. I guess this is the reason why; brides walk to the alter dressed up in white, we dress the dead in white for their journey to the next world, mosques and temples are painted white, the elders are pure and wise with their hair white!
        Yes it sometimes gives me the feeling of eerie emptiness and solitude but mostly its soothing and calm and white. Nothing in this world is as pure and perfect as white this is the reason that it keeps motivating us towards purity and perfection. For me it defines truth!