“What failures have is none what the successful can imagine,
-From toiling in the sun and bearing sheer disappointment
This new creed of failures have amassed for themselves
a huge fortune of talents, tons of motivation
and the most important of all,
the sincerest of desire to succeed.
In a world where failures and successful are equaled,
the world would then be ruled by the majority 99%
and not by the small fortunate 1%.”

MY ENCOUNTER WITH FAILURE

That when Failure knocked the door,
I knew not how to behave,
Or to see his dreadful face,
in the most positive manner I'd ever known.

That when Failure knocked the door,
I quickly ran to shut the door,
But my inner conscience fought me,
For treating a guest with so much malice

That when Failure knocked the door,
I answered him, and looked up his dreadful face.
I shooed away his company, his friends-
namely Anger and Distress.

That when Failure knocked the door
I stood up straight on the floor
and tried my best to hide my contempt,
and put forward hospitality and preempt.

I welcomed him in, quite reluctantly,
and showed him around the house.
I took him to his room,
and provided him bread and loom.

The next day, earlier than day break,
Failure got up and left the house,
Leaving behind him a huge fortune as a token
Of his appreciation for my love and care.

Later, Years Later, when I walked
Into the palaces of the Greats,
I found them, to my amazement, made up
Of the same fortune left by my friend.

BENEATH THE MASK OF EVERYDAY UNIVERSE

BENEATH THE MASK OF EVERYDAY UNIVERSE


Beneath this mask of everyday universe,
There lies a cosmic system, a system
So intricate and complex,
That the mere saying of its name,
Would anger the wise and the scholars.


Beneath this illusionary world,
There lies a unity of purpose,
A clear evident Will
Which is responsible for everything.


Beneath the hustles and bustles of everyday life,
There exists a corner, a corner
Where all life halts
And where every sin forgiven.


Beneath the mask of development and progress,
There lies the face of a greedy man, a man
Who would give away everything
To get what he wants.



Beneath the egos and self beliefs,
There lie men, women and children,
Who wants to be cuddled,
Loved and believed.


Beneath the act of anger and revenge,
There lies an event, an event
Which is triggered by foreign factors
And external circumstance.


Beneath this world of ‘I’ and ‘You’
There exists a world of unified consciousness
And purpose.


Beneath this mask of every day universe,
That’s where true life exists.



-Chirag Jain

ALL OUR LIVES

ALL OUR LIVES


All our lives, we have been convinced
That we are good for nothing,
Mere creepers who walk the land,
Doing nothing and caring about nothing.
We have long been stripped off
From the title of an ‘Individual’
And are now treated as low as a worm.


All our lives, we were held responsible,
For the mistakes that we never commit.
All our lives, we were put into those horrible situations
Because we believed in existentialism.


All our lives, we were laughed at,
Cursed, and became a mere laughter
For all those who didn’t care
A bit about the world.


All our lives, we have been mere servants
To the whims and wishes of the virus
That runs the system.
The system- Our body.



There’s a lot of crap in the air,
And none of it can be cleaned
Without faith –Faith- The only weapon
Against destructive programming.


I need to have my dose of faith,
Where is it, I know not!
I wish I knew, but then knowing
Itself is a wishful act!
Acting is more than just knowing,
It is Active Knowing!


Why have I grown up,
And surrendered to such prejudices?
Well, because of survivalism,
I had to survive,
To minimize the loss,
And to reduce the pain.


-Chirag Jain

Ode to the vagabond II

Unstirred by the rising sun,

Undisturbed by the setting sun,

The vagabond lives a life of fun,

Let his tasks be done or undone.

Unrested he arises from his den

Stirred up by a sudden doze of passion,

His life is run by passion, and passion

Alone, and he is, none, but a passionate man.

Unaware of how his light is spent,

The vagabond wastes no time to lament

Over his deeds, his ideals are those of the saints,

And in his mind, new ideas grow and ferment.

Unstirred, Undisturbed, Unrested and Unaware

The vagabond lives his life, deprived of care.

-Chirag

Give me passion

Where on the heaven bounty
Can passion be found?
-in or by Apollo’s county?
Could be, since wisdom is a good
Predictor of a passionate body.
My heart longs to find
Its passion and my body
Starves to feel its presence.

My life sails on the situational waters 
As slow as a boat in a dusty pond.
Give me passion and my live will tear through the waters
And get to its destination with no loss of bond.

I ask not much, but a reason
To wake up early in late nights
And to resist the temptations
Of sleeping early at night.
O! The heaven bounty
Shower upon me from your gracious county
A passion- a reason to live
And a reason or cause for which to die. 




-Chirag

For My Love

Unsullied by the sulking sun,
Undisturbed by the disturbing elements,
Undone by the doing nature,
Arises my love, born to nurture.

She’s a perfect strike of holiness
And worldliness mixed together,
Of love and kindness
Mixed and mingled together.

She walks not a barren land,
But with her magical presence
She makes every land
A living essence

Her breath showers life on the less fortunate
And her smells surrounds the world and binds it
Into a bond of kindness and love.
Her eyes look at none, but see everything,
And she, with all these qualities, exceeds everything.

I am unable to choose
between whether I wish
her to love me in return
Or to gain strength to love her forever
And forever for what she is
And not for what I think she is.

-Chirag

The Knight's Best Friend

I am the king’s most Noble knight 
Valiant, brave and always prepared to fight.
I am the knight in the silver armor
And that I have ever cried is a rumor.

I stand atop a stony castle
Wearing my boots with golden tassel 
I hear a cry! The sound pierces through my soul.
I turn around and see; a lady was treated foul.

I rush towards her, and ordered the bloodthirsty 
Guard to show some leniency.
I looked at the lady,
But I couldn’t look away.
Her deep green eyes captured me
Like the sun during the day.

All I knew of her was that she was Princess Reelika,
The only daughter of King Shulika.
After my king won the war with her kingdom,
She went underground, and lost all freedom.
Lately, she was charged of poisoning the king’s drink.
The guards caught her, and the guy didn’t even sleep a blink.

I am still bound by her deep green eyes,
Like a prisoner bound by frets and shackles.
Her innocence hurts me, 
And I am forced to ask the guard for her release.

I take her to my house; give her shelter and food,
Weeks later, she starts regaining health and mood.
She has become an inseparable part of my life,
I wake up by her call, and sleep by her “Goodnight”.

I see her now, lying in the garden,
Her green eyes perfectly mixing with the green garden.
The woods of the trees look like 
An extension to her long brown hair.

I see her now, seventy years after this incident.
Her brown hair has turned snowy white,
And her face distorted by wrinkles.
She looks at me
With her deep green eyes.
Even after 70 years of service,
I am destined to provide her more service.


-Chirag

Underneath The Violet Sky.

Here's another of the poems that I have ever written. This poem tries to project the mentality of a soldier at the battle field. In the end, I leave the reader with a question in their mind, "Is death really a loss, or a gain of freedom from the human body, and worldly pain?".

Underneath The Violet Sky

In his tiny troubled trench he sits,
amidst a cacophony of guns and bombs,
in the middle of an icy battlefield.
He-who is an artist, a brave soldier and a well groomed man,
stares out at the violet sky,
and breathes in his last dose of encouragement.

He stands up, but as he stands,
he is greeted with memories of his past.
He touches his icy gun, but as he touches it,
he is enticed into a scene of him biding 'Good Bye' to his wife.
He looks up at the battle scene, but as he looks up,
he is reminded of his beautiful homeland.

An instant passed, then suddenly he realized,
he had found a solution to the world problem.
It seemed to him as if he had found a nuclear bomb,
to nuke the heinous world problem. 
At an instant he thought all his enemies were dead,
but it would have been better if he thought,
he himself was dead.

-Chirag

A panorama of life in 12th Century

All this time, I have been enticed to write on this topic of the sort of life that people lived in the 12th Century, and finally, I have been able to satisfy my urge my putting my thoughts on paper. 


My first inspiration about life in 12th Century leads back to the fact that people in 12th Century believed that the Earth was the center of the Universe. The Sciences back then weren't that prominent, and this illusion, as I supposed has had severe impression on people's mind. 


Consider this:


A person who lived in the 12th Century thought that the Earth was the Center of the Universe, and that the Universe, as opposed to our present view about it, was finite and comparable with Earth (Only a few hundred times bigger.) . To this man, Planets seemed like the reincarnation of Gods, and thus he named them after them. Also, the purpose of his life was pretty much visible. His life to him didn't seem like a bunch of random events, but events that were delicately and carefully planned by a being much more superior than him. 


Though, today we have several means to satisfy ourselves, make ourselves happy at the click of a switch, and talk to long lost friends and peers by switching on a simple device, but the motivation and the sense of purpose that the man in 12th Century had is indeed never replicable.


Our lives today are complicated, with mixed motivations. We wake up with mixed motivations of what we want to do today, and we rest back in our beds with a mixed feeling of what we had achieved during the day.


The pure sense of motivation is in fact lost, and the best we can do is to realize that. Life nowadays doesn't seem like a dream full of joy and happiness, but a series of events that result in aggregate happiness or sadness. 


I would like the readers to part away with a thought in their mind. "What would life really be like if we still thought that the Earth was the center of the Earth, and that humans still possessed an important position is  the so called tiny frame of the Universe."


-Chirag  

Ode to Vagabond

This is one of the poems that I have ever written in my lifetime. Through the poem, I intend to put forth a message that the people who stay away from the society (in other words- the vagabonds) have done us more good than harm. In fact, saying that they have done any harm would be extremely wrong. In context to that, every person who doesn't count in as the member of the general mass, people like scientists, doctors, writers, and geeks and nerds come under the category of vagabonds. 


I hope you enjoy the poem!


I 'll be waiting to read your comments on it!

Oh thee! the vagabond,
thy arms pain with carrying the load of the world.
Thy art the reason why man lives
a life of luxury and content.
Thy art the source of inspiration
from where an average man draws his inspiration.
Thy art the fountain of peace, content and happiness
with which an average man floods his household.
Thy art the light of the day
with which an average man finds his way.
Thy art the ocean of ideas and knowledge
from where an average man extracts his supplement of wisdom.
Thy art an integral part of the human social life,
but they art not a part of the human society.

                                                            -Chirag

Think Arete

Today's post is just an introduction to the idea of  "Arete" and its application in today's world.

The idea was extremely popular in the Greek culture; Socrates is attributed as the person who coined the term "Arete".

The idea is about attaining your personal best, all the time! Not now, or then, but all the time! 

The following video may help you to understand the point.

As always, you comments are welcomed. Below the post, you'll see some buttons. (It's a new addition to the blog post. Hope you'll like it! )

Greatness Unrealeased

Today was the last day of exam, I was walking out of the School with full bright. I was happy, and remembering the pain I had to go through during the examination days and hours made me a little bit proud. I looked around, and everyone looked happy. Smile and laughter was falling down their faces as river flows down a hill or a mountain. But, then, my sight was captured by something. I saw two ladies- two ladies, one of them a bit taller than the other, and stooping a bit to balance the weight of a suitcase that both of them were mutually carrying. I looked at them for one more second, and then withdrew my glance. I looked back at me, and saw the only thing that I was carrying was a small box and a few papers. Then, and there I decided that I ought to help the ladies, and decided to walk next to them, and ask if they required any help.

But, then something unprecedented caught up on me, and I walked straight down the street without looking at the ladies at all!!!

Then, after walking for a few couple of seconds, I looked back, and introspected. I then realized that

Man is so fearing that he would give up the act of greatness just in order to not look odd. 


I believe that there's thousands and thousands of people who have not been able to unleash greatness at times when they want to, just because they feared that same bad thing would happen.

I do believe that there's thousands and thousands of arms and legs who are willing to work for the society. But, only a few get to project their willingness.
There's thousands and thousands of willing heart who want to love, but only a fraction of them get to love!

A theory to explain why we sleep

Well, we all have wondered at some time in our life, that why is it that we sleep so much, or why is it at all that we sleep. There are a few theories up in psychology and neuroscience- some of them dealing with brain chemicals, and other things in the brain, but as far as i know, there isn't a supreme theory to explain sleep.

I guess, I am going to use this fact, and come up with my theory of sleep.

Basically, what I am going to do is that I will try to apply some of the laws of thermodynamics in this scenario, and analyse the situation from a new stand point with completely new variables.

So, here's my proposition-

WE SLEEP IN ORDER TO REDUCE THE INTERNAL ENERGY OF OUR BODY.


That's pretty simple- but only to someone who know's the laws of thermodynamics. But, to those who don't, here's my quick and dirty explanation of it.


Every system has some sort of Energy. A system is any object or being that is under our observation. So, in this case, the system is the human body. And as stated, the human body has certain energy. Now, the term energy could be a bit trouble in this scenario, so I am going to explain what I really mean by that term. Energy in terms of human beings or any other living organism means motivation. So, a highly energetic person is someone who is highly motivated. 
(NOTE: Energy could also mean physical strength, or the ability to do work, but, in terms of human, it just means motivation). 


So, the very reason we sleep is in order to reduce this motivation. Throughout our day, we go through ups and downs in our internal energy, and sleep is a period when we balance it out.

Why fear?

I thinking the other day what would the world be if fear was eliminated from it completely? Would we be better people who cared about others, and understood others? Or would be we reckless beings who cared none about others, and hurt them for the sake of fun or pleasure.

One thing is for sure. If we fear something, we never do it again. If by doing something unacceptable, someone gets punished, it is very rare that the person would do it again. And even if he does it, it would be near impossible that it would be done again.

The other thing is that if an individual stops fearing, he would be able to see beyond his fear. What I really mean is that the individual would be able to enjoy and learn from his surroundings, rather than just worrying about them 24X7.

But, what could the elimination of fear mean to a child? Would it make him more passionate about his environment , or would it make him a stupid being who fears doing nothing, and wastes the greater part of his time in pleasure activities?

I argue that if a child is made fearless, then, he would love to explore his capabilities, since exploring your new limits and capabilities make you feel happy. It's like discovering parts of you, and it opens up the wide variety of the possibilities for the future.

If not fearing has all these benefits, then why is it that we spent a huge part of our life fearing, worrying about an uncertain future, worrying about what others think of us, and simply worrying about our actions and heritage.

To me, life is all about experiencing. It's not about having positive or negative experiences, or about having good or bad experiences, but it is just about having experience. I believe that an individual actually grows when he experiences and deduce things from his experience.

In the end, I would say that fear is that virus, worm, and trojan horse, and everything else that corrupts you, hinders your working, and lessens your capacity to do things.

Wish you a happy fearless life
Chirag

Why this illogical world?

I was sitting by the sunset and wonder why was I born in this illogical world. A world where the great geniuses like Einstein and Newton have made their invaluable contribution, but they were ill treated during their life time, and they are ill treated, even now. Great philosophers and poets without whose contributions the modern culture was impossible to have ever developed, were both punished and made to lead an unhappy life. Was it because of their urge to find out things, their curiosity, or their inability to settle for anything other than the truth.

Last night, I was reading the national newspaper, and I could swear by it that about 80% of the news was about low intelligence men and women with mediocre brains. These people rule the media. No surprise that our society is doomed to be ruled by these people, and eventually end in a dumphole.

What has happened to those geniuses? Have they been devoured by the sand of time, or swallowed by the pressure of the modern era? Have they separated themselves from their unquenchable curiosity? Is there no real human left whatsoever on Earth? 

One big misconception among people is that real geniuses score great marks in tests. Not at all true. All that I can say is that the education system of all the countries around the world is garbage bin, and the only thing that could come out of them is smell, and useless stuff. 

Education needs to be challenging, not about avoiding challenges. It should be about looking for the most that is possible out of a situation, and not what is highly probable. 

The world is misdirected, and so are every man and woman. The only thing that could be done to lead them in the correct direction is by emphasizing on intelligence rather than popularity, emphasizing on smartness rather than the ability to make people laugh or do something reckless. The world needs to change, do does all of us!

Heroes Aren't Dead- Chapter 1

The monk, draped in orange clothes, walks out of his little residence on the foothill of the great Himalayas. The orange color, considered the most sacred color in the Indian mythologies and religion, is the color that these saints wear when they are on their journey to enlightenment. With one hand holding a heavy wooden stick, and with the other hand sticking out in space to guide him along his way, the Monk steps out of his residence, and begins his thousand miles journey through the Himalayas. The journey, as he was convinced would lead him to total enlightenment, an entity that was every saint’s dream. Hours of meditation has guided him through his journey of finding enlightenment, and as he believed, he was about to reach that point when he would attain total enlightenment. 

Now, measuring the distance of his journey with his heavy wooden stick, and his two almost-numb-feet, he monk heaves a sigh here and then, tries his best to maintain his balance on the soft snow that has built on the hills. Slowly and steadily, he moves his way up into the hilltop, careful of not making any loose step, or else he might tumble down to the bottom of the hill with his ribcage and several bones smashed. And to make matters worse, there was no hospital or remote medical help in the vicinity. Even if some tourists off from their scheduled routine happen to see him, and report his condition to his fellow members, it would take these men days to transport him to a hospital or avail him for remote medical help.

The monk now looks down at the bottom of the ground, as if in reminiscence of his childhood. The white snow reminded him of the white blanket that he use to use to protect himself from the biting cold winter of Northern India. The northern part of India suffered from chilling cold during the winter season, cold enough to dip the mercury below 0C. Now, he turns his attention to lone standing coniferous tree. The tree shivered under the influence of the heavy gust of wind that blew from the north-south direction, and the scenario reminded the monk of the first time when he had walked into this cold wintry place with nothing more than just a thin piece of cloth that he used to hide his private parts. He started shivering at those thoughts. Back in those days, the time when he made his commitment to become a saint and to start up on the journey to find enlightenment, eternal bliss and happiness, he was asked by his Guru, his mentor in the field of spirituality, to follow the culture of saints, and to embrace sainthood. One of the rules of sainthood was to shed all modern clothes, and to wear only an orange cloth that would cover only a few parts of the body.  Another rule of the sainthood was to pull out all his hair from their roots. The sainthood rules made it pretty clear that the saint should not use scissors, or any other sharp element that would reduce his pain of shedding hair. The sainthood justified this act as the action to build control over self, and to manifest the victory of mind over the body. The essential element in becoming a saint was not to travel to far off lands, but the essential element in becoming a saint was to master the body, and the claim the victory of mind, in other words the intention or the conscious over the body. 

The snow that had solidified itself over the hard rocks of the hill during the cold weather of the night, started to melt as the early rays of the sun started to fall on them. The sky was a fiery orange, and the absence of clouds made it look as if it was on fire. Early migratory birds had started their journey through the Himalayas, and through the Northern parts of India to find favorable climatic conditions for themselves. The birds flew across the sky in large numbers, often forming groups in which more than a thousand birds flew at once. The mountains threw a rough zigzag shadow on the ground and were reflected back by the water that lay below. The morning sun continually rose up in the sky, at every moment showing its courage and valor.

The monk, determined to suffer, but more importantly determined to attain his objective, looked ahead at his goal. The mountain, which was a little time ago all covered with ice and snow, was now brimming with water, and water flowed down the edges of the mountain in huge quantity. 

The monk looks up at the stony hilltop that lay some 100 meters away. Its irregular features reminded the monk of the several journeys that he had made barefoot on hard rocks, rocks which pierced through his bare flesh, flesh from which red watery liquid pour out, and a wound which was never given medical attention. Through the several journeys the monk had made barefoot, he had gathered a unique collection of wounds, and scars on his foot, a collection which would definitely make him stand out from the rest of the human population. His foot signature was unique, something which can be taken into consideration if he was illiterate, and wanted a sign some document.

The time passed quickly now. Most of the snow on the mountain had converted to water, and was flowing through the mountain in streams. 

The monk heaved his sight, and eyed the hilltop again. But this time, he was taken aback by something strange, something that he had not noticed the last time he looked at it. Its presence was in itself a mystery, a mystery to which his controlled and directed brain gave up. He stood there staring the thing for several moments, and then, after inhaling a deep breath, and gathering up enough courage to go out there, and explore what lay ahead,  he moved forward in the direction of the thing.

Little did he know that the thing he was to find there would change his entire life forever! 

Incredible India

Incredible India, or at least that's how it is being promoted on the televisions and newspapers these days ,started it's journey on the early hours of the 15th of August, 1947, when it was freed from the Imperial rule of East India Company a.k.a. United Kingdom. Slowly, but steadily, it recovered itself from the past troubles and problems, and kept itself calm during the raging storm (World War II), and become known as the world's largest democracy!


India has made some serious efforts towards progress in the last 63 years. From a nation which had only bare minimum to support its internal needs, it became a nation which gives a continuous competition in the Global Market. A lot of technological and infrastructural developments have taken place in the past, and are still taking place. The face of India is getting better day by day.


Indian standards of education have stood upright in the world. Every year, thousands of undergraduates make their way to renowned universities of the world, along with thousands of graduates who get job offers from Multi National firms around the globe. 
Education in India in primary and secondary schools is provided under the following boards-ICSE, CBSE, ISC, IB, and state boards. IITs and IIMs are the two most renowned institutes for undergraduate and post graduate courses respectively.

India nurtures democratic thoughts in its mind, and believe in the equal participation of all beings. Since1950, the year when the Indian constitution came into existence, we have followed a democratic form of government, provided reservations to the backward classes to promote their interest in the governmental activities and uphold the ideologies of the father of our nation, Mahatma Gandhi. 




After every 5 year, Union and state elections take place in India, not necessarily together. The area to be contested in election is divided into smaller constituencies called districts, and a representative is elected from each of these districts. After the elections have ended, the representatives of the various districts come together, and form a parliament. An electoral competition takes place in the parliament, and the one who gets the most support of the parliament heads the government (becomes the Prime Minister) and his party (individuals following the same ideologies) becomes known as the ruling party. The other section of the parliament (excluding the ruling party) becomes the opposition party, and keeps track on the activities of the ruling party, and when it notices some flaws in the working of the government, it reports it in the parliament, and asks for corrections.

India's natural beauty, though it has decreased through the decades due to the industrial developments and the negligence of the inhabitants towards green environment, is still picturesque enough to hold the glances of the passer-by. From its head to its toe, India is gifted with natural beauty of no equivalent. The Himalayas at the top, the huge coastline on either sides, a desert to its northwestern boundary, a dense and tropical forest in the southern part of India (Andra Pradesh) and Sundarban (the world's only reserve of one horn rhinoceros) on the eastern side.

India has served as the anvil upon which some of the world's religion have been forged. Buddhism, Jainism, Hinduism, Sikhism are some of the religions that trace its root back from India. These religions still flourish in India, hence,making it a land of diversity.

This diverse population has posed a stiff challenged to the smooth running of the democratic government. The continuous strife between the Hindu and the Muslim population had first, dissected the country into two parts ( India and Pakistan ), and later created a situation through which no democratic government could effectively be ruled. India's huge population has also posed some serious threats to  its present economical conditions. The very high rate of illiteracy among the Indian population unable it to transform its population liability into its population asset.Corruption which has crept from unknown sources has also posed some deadly problems to the Indian government.


But, as I am sure, India will surpass this state as it has done before, and will continue its journey with power and enthusiasm.

-Siochi 

Understanding this Universe.

"We are just a speck in this Universe", a fact which you are all well-versed with, but did you know that the recent breakthroughs in Noetic science, and the evidences of the Law of Attraction, increase our range of activities in the Universe. From the inhabitants of a planet (Earth) that revolves around a very tiny star (Sun), we have become individuals who control the universe by our thoughts.

"Thoughts are things"

Recent breakthroughs in Noetic Science has proved that our thoughts are physical quantities, that is that they have a weight, though very negligible, but it is nevertheless present there. This means that our thoughts exert a force of gravity on its surrounding. But, the real force it exerts is million times powerful that the force it exerts in the form of gravity.


Law of Attraction 


The Basic idea behind this philosophy is that we attract what we think about. ( "Your mind is a powerful magnet which attracts things it thinks about " )


You can find a lot of information about the law of attraction on the Internet, so I would not try to explain it to you with details.


Our mind is a powerful magnet, it attracts things that it thinks about. Your thoughts are a physical thing, they exert a force which is natural and proportional to the intensity of the thoughts.

You have the power to create your own future, and to mend your own destiny !!!

All the best to all those you are thinking of exploiting the power of this law,
Siochi