Wednesday, August 27, 2008

God created world to mess it up

"Living through the tides of time, feeling ecstatic one moment and the then fathoming the depths of grief, life is the high and the low;Swinging between joys and sorrows, oscillating like the pendulum from one extreme to another; life is the left and the right;

The thousand miles a river travels to meet the ocean again, the trees grow from seeds to turn into seeds again, Born of the soil you become soil again.

Ultimately, A journey of thousand miles is no different from not having moved at all; growing tall by several feet is same as having not grown at all, and to have lived a 100 years is same as not having lived at all. Then what for must you live this life, then why must you feel the pains and pleasures and the highs and the lows and the lefts and the rights…living is futile and meaningless.

"The thoughts were resonating in my head as I figured my way through the traffic to the hospital where my cousin delivered a baby girl a few hours back. People honking all around me were reaffirming my faith that God created a good for nothing world to mess us up, to colour us in the hues of bliss and then to be able to put us through agony. Somehow managing some parking space for my car and escaping the drama scene with only a few scratched on my car I went into the hospital asking for my sister.

With my head hurting and veins throbbing I carried my tired body inside the room where my cousin was resting. She looked totally exhausted. The nurse was helping her with a cup of tea. She gave me a faint smile which only made apparent the pain she was going through. I held her hand and sat by her for sometime looking at her baby in the cradle.

My cousin's mother in law kept asking me if I wanted to hold the baby. The baby looked so fragile and thinking that I might hurt her I said a polite no each time. After noticing how fondly I had been staring at the baby, aunty told me that the kid would be fine and she put the baby in my lap.

I had never held something so incredibly small and delicate in my hands before. In those little hands and feet I saw how beautifully God operates and binds us in the bonds of love and hate. I was resenting God all the while and here I was when I stood face to face with God's alluring schemes. A child so helpless that it makes mightiest hearts melt.

The joy of putting your head in your mother's lap, of holding your father's finger, of being blessed by your brother of holding hands of your lover, looking at a flower and smiling, talking late night with your friends, hearing your boss shout and then say well done. God really created the world to mess us up I thought and smiled with a tear in my eye.

With that the baby started crying N in the cries of the baby I saw my Bal Gopal smiling at me, "Of maya you are born, in maya shall you live" said he,

16 comments:

madman said...

child brot you to terms with life, she gave you something very precious..

n highs n lows r a part of life, life is a mixture of opposites, contraries etc..

to me life is mysterious, n will always be, n that is wat makes it worth living.

it is amazing if you observe it.

Gajinder Singh said...

ਇਸ ਕਾ ਬਲੁ ਨਾਹੀ ਇਸੁ ਹਾਥ ॥
इस का बलु नाही इसु हाथ ॥
Is kā bal nāhī is hāth.
There is no power in the hands of mortal beings;

ਕਰਨ ਕਰਾਵਨ ਸਰਬ ਕੋ ਨਾਥ ॥
करन करावन सरब को नाथ ॥
Karan karāvan sarab ko nāth.
the Doer, the Cause of causes is the Lord of all.

ਆਗਿਆਕਾਰੀ ਬਪੁਰਾ ਜੀਉ ॥
आगिआकारी बपुरा जीउ ॥
Āgi­ākārī bapurā jī­o.
The helpless beings are subject to His Command.
ਜੋ ਤਿਸੁ ਭਾਵੈ ਸੋਈ ਫੁਨਿ ਥੀਉ ॥
जो तिसु भावै सोई फुनि थीउ ॥
Jo ṯis bẖāvai so­ī fun thī­o.
That which pleases Him, ultimately comes to pass.

ਕਬਹੂ ਊਚ ਨੀਚ ਮਹਿ ਬਸੈ ॥
कबहू ऊच नीच महि बसै ॥
Kabhū ūcẖ nīcẖ meh basai.
Sometimes, they abide in exaltation; sometimes, they are depressed.

ਕਬਹੂ ਸੋਗ ਹਰਖ ਰੰਗਿ ਹਸੈ ॥
कबहू सोग हरख रंगि हसै ॥
Kabhū sog harakẖ rang hasai.
Sometimes, they are sad, and sometimes they laugh with joy and delight.

ਕਬਹੂ ਨਿੰਦ ਚਿੰਦ ਬਿਉਹਾਰ ॥
कबहू निंद चिंद बिउहार ॥
Kabhū ninḏ cẖinḏ bi­uhār.
Sometimes, they are occupied with slander and anxiety.

ਕਬਹੂ ਊਭ ਅਕਾਸ ਪਇਆਲ ॥
कबहू ऊभ अकास पइआल ॥
Kabhū ūbẖ akās pa­i­āl.
Sometimes, they are high in the Akaashic Ethers, sometimes in the nether regions of the underworld.

ਕਬਹੂ ਬੇਤਾ ਬ੍ਰਹਮ ਬੀਚਾਰ ॥
कबहू बेता ब्रहम बीचार ॥
Kabhū bėṯā barahm bīcẖār.
Sometimes, they know the contemplation of God.

ਨਾਨਕ ਆਪਿ ਮਿਲਾਵਣਹਾਰ ॥੫॥
नानक आपि मिलावणहार ॥५॥
Nānak āp milāvaṇhār. ||5||
O Nanak, God Himself unites them with Himself. ||5||

ਕਬਹੂ ਨਿਰਤਿ ਕਰੈ ਬਹੁ ਭਾਤਿ ॥
कबहू निरति करै बहु भाति ॥
Kabhū niraṯ karai baho bẖāṯ.
Sometimes, they dance in various ways.

ਕਬਹੂ ਸੋਇ ਰਹੈ ਦਿਨੁ ਰਾਤਿ ॥
कबहू सोइ रहै दिनु राति ॥
Kabhū so­ė rahai ḏin rāṯ.
Sometimes, they remain asleep day and night.

ਕਬਹੂ ਮਹਾ ਕ੍ਰੋਧ ਬਿਕਰਾਲ ॥
कबहू महा क्रोध बिकराल ॥
Kabhū mahā kroḏẖ bikrāl.
Sometimes, they are awesome, in terrible rage.

ਕਬਹੂੰ ਸਰਬ ਕੀ ਹੋਤ ਰਵਾਲ ॥
कबहूं सरब की होत रवाल ॥
Kabahūʼn sarab kī hoṯ ravāl.
Sometimes, they are the dust of the feet of all.

ਕਬਹੂ ਹੋਇ ਬਹੈ ਬਡ ਰਾਜਾ ॥
कबहू होइ बहै बड राजा ॥
Kabhū ho­ė bahai bad rājā.
Sometimes, they sit as great kings.

ਕਬਹੁ ਭੇਖਾਰੀ ਨੀਚ ਕਾ ਸਾਜਾ ॥
कबहु भेखारी नीच का साजा ॥
Kabahu bẖėkẖārī nīcẖ kā sājā.
Sometimes, they wear the coat of a lowly beggar.

ਕਬਹੂ ਅਪਕੀਰਤਿ ਮਹਿ ਆਵੈ ॥
कबहू अपकीरति महि आवै ॥
Kabhū apkīraṯ meh āvai.
Sometimes, they come to have evil reputations.

ਕਬਹੂ ਭਲਾ ਭਲਾ ਕਹਾਵੈ ॥
कबहू भला भला कहावै ॥
Kabhū bẖalā bẖalā kahāvai.
Sometimes, they are known as very, very good.

ਜਿਉ ਪ੍ਰਭੁ ਰਾਖੈ ਤਿਵ ਹੀ ਰਹੈ ॥
जिउ प्रभु राखै तिव ही रहै ॥
Ji­o parabẖ rākẖai ṯiv hī rahai.
As God keeps them, so they remain.

ਗੁਰ ਪ੍ਰਸਾਦਿ ਨਾਨਕ ਸਚੁ ਕਹੈ ॥੬॥
गुर प्रसादि नानक सचु कहै ॥६॥
Gur parsāḏ Nānak sacẖ kahai. ||6||
By Guru's Grace, O Nanak, the Truth is told. ||6||

ਕਬਹੂ ਹੋਇ ਪੰਡਿਤੁ ਕਰੇ ਬਖ੍ਯ੍ਯਾਨੁ ॥
कबहू होइ पंडितु करे बख्यानु ॥
Kabhū ho­ė pandiṯ karė bakẖ­yān.
Sometimes, as scholars, they deliver lectures.

ਕਬਹੂ ਮੋਨਿਧਾਰੀ ਲਾਵੈ ਧਿਆਨੁ ॥
कबहू मोनिधारी लावै धिआनु ॥
Kabhū moniḏẖārī lāvai ḏẖi­ān.
Sometimes, they hold to silence in deep meditation.

ਕਬਹੂ ਤਟ ਤੀਰਥ ਇਸਨਾਨ ॥
कबहू तट तीरथ इसनान ॥
Kabhū ṯat ṯirath isnān.
Sometimes, they take cleansing baths at places of pilgrimage.

ਕਬਹੂ ਸਿਧ ਸਾਧਿਕ ਮੁਖਿ ਗਿਆਨ ॥
कबहू सिध साधिक मुखि गिआन ॥
Kabhū siḏẖ sāḏẖik mukẖ gi­ān.
Sometimes, as Siddhas or seekers, they impart spiritual wisdom.

ਕਬਹੂ ਕੀਟ ਹਸਤਿ ਪਤੰਗ ਹੋਇ ਜੀਆ ॥
कबहू कीट हसति पतंग होइ जीआ ॥
Kabhū kīt hasaṯ paṯang ho­ė jī­ā.
Sometimes, they becomes worms, elephants, or moths.

ਅਨਿਕ ਜੋਨਿ ਭਰਮੈ ਭਰਮੀਆ ॥
अनिक जोनि भरमै भरमीआ ॥
Anik jon bẖarmai bẖarmī­ā.
They may wander and roam through countless incarnations.

ਨਾਨਾ ਰੂਪ ਜਿਉ ਸ੍ਵਾਗੀ ਦਿਖਾਵੈ ॥
नाना रूप जिउ स्वागी दिखावै ॥
Nānā rūp ji­o savāgī ḏikẖāvai.
In various costumes, like actors, they appear.

ਜਿਉ ਪ੍ਰਭ ਭਾਵੈ ਤਿਵੈ ਨਚਾਵੈ ॥
जिउ प्रभ भावै तिवै नचावै ॥
Ji­o parabẖ bẖāvai ṯivai nacẖāvai.
As it pleases God, they dance.

ਜੋ ਤਿਸੁ ਭਾਵੈ ਸੋਈ ਹੋਇ ॥
जो तिसु भावै सोई होइ ॥
Jo ṯis bẖāvai so­ī ho­ė.
Whatever pleases Him, comes to pass.

ਨਾਨਕ ਦੂਜਾ ਅਵਰੁ ਨ ਕੋਇ ॥੭॥
नानक दूजा अवरु न कोइ ॥७॥
Nānak ḏūjā avar na ko­ė. ||7||
O Nanak, there is no other at all. ||7||

ਕਬਹੂ ਸਾਧਸੰਗਤਿ ਇਹੁ ਪਾਵੈ ॥
कबहू साधसंगति इहु पावै ॥
Kabhū sāḏẖsangaṯ ih pāvai.
Sometimes, this being attains the Company of the Holy.

ਉਸੁ ਅਸਥਾਨ ਤੇ ਬਹੁਰਿ ਨ ਆਵੈ ॥
उसु असथान ते बहुरि न आवै ॥
Us asthān ṯė bahur na āvai.
From that place, he does not have to come back again.

ਅੰਤਰਿ ਹੋਇ ਗਿਆਨ ਪਰਗਾਸੁ ॥
अंतरि होइ गिआन परगासु ॥
Anṯar ho­ė gi­ān pargās.
The light of spiritual wisdom dawns within.

ਉਸੁ ਅਸਥਾਨ ਕਾ ਨਹੀ ਬਿਨਾਸੁ ॥
उसु असथान का नही बिनासु ॥
Us asthān kā nahī binās.
That place does not perish.

ਮਨ ਤਨ ਨਾਮਿ ਰਤੇ ਇਕ ਰੰਗਿ ॥
मन तन नामि रते इक रंगि ॥
Man ṯan nām raṯė ik rang.
The mind and body are imbued with the Love of the Naam, the Name of the One Lord.

ਸਦਾ ਬਸਹਿ ਪਾਰਬ੍ਰਹਮ ਕੈ ਸੰਗਿ ॥
सदा बसहि पारब्रहम कै संगि ॥
Saḏā baseh pārbarahm kai sang.
He dwells forever with the Supreme Lord God.

ਜਿਉ ਜਲ ਮਹਿ ਜਲੁ ਆਇ ਖਟਾਨਾ ॥
जिउ जल महि जलु आइ खटाना ॥
Ji­o jal meh jal ā­ė kẖatānā.
As water comes to blend with water,

ਤਿਉ ਜੋਤੀ ਸੰਗਿ ਜੋਤਿ ਸਮਾਨਾ ॥
तिउ जोती संगि जोति समाना ॥
Ŧi­o joṯī sang joṯ samānā.
his light blends into the Light.

ਮਿਟਿ ਗਏ ਗਵਨ ਪਾਏ ਬਿਸ੍ਰਾਮ ॥
मिटि गए गवन पाए बिस्राम ॥
Mit ga­ė gavan pā­ė bisrām.
Reincarnation is ended, and eternal peace is found.

ਨਾਨਕ ਪ੍ਰਭ ਕੈ ਸਦ ਕੁਰਬਾਨ ॥੮॥੧੧॥
नानक प्रभ कै सद कुरबान ॥८॥११॥
Nānak parabẖ kai saḏ kurbān. ||8||11||
Nanak is forever a sacrifice to God. ||8||11||

fangchu said...

God made a beautiful world from nothing and we are turning the beautiful world to nothing.

We compliment God !

madman said...

fangchu: nice way to put it.

god never made religion, money, luxuries etc.
man made all of them n lead to chaos

fangchu said...

exactly...

converting beautiful to nothing, is what we are doing.. n it doesn't happen overnight...

points that u mentioned is leading to it...

Anonymous said...

analysis of your blog
1)on phrase and expression
2)point of view

1)
living through tides of time = bad
time is absolutely not tidal it is constant with everyone's life there are two possibilies either you are not capable to cop up with constancy of time or or you don't know the time concept at all.
swinging between joys and sorrow = bad
swinging is always joyous not even for a moment it hurt's you it makes you forget pain thats the real meaning in it.
life is left and right = bad
thinking like this will not make you move forward.
for i know that life is best lived forward and best understood backwards.

let's cut the grammar crap i don't like it.

Going straight to the whole idea of your blog.
i know that you have written what you feel like writing without a damn that what ppl would think of it .
Since you have shown your mind in that blog i will be ruthless in commenting

In the first few paragraphs it shows that you are not in peace, your heart is searching for something, something which will give answers to all your queries. The thing is unknown to you, but you are courageous to question it.
This is a mighty good thing.
As you have told what your heart says.
the baby part you have experienced something pure and innocent. Which you have, totally, disturbed the process by putting god in between.
of the rest of the paragraphs you spoke your mind(conditioned by the world around you) and it indeed sounds filmy
the ways of god ... blah blah.
of maya you are born .... blah..
awaken realise GOD is a dead word now
plz don't live with that concept that everything is planned and schemed by the god.
ESCAPE FROM WATCHTOWER

High Heeled said...

@ fangchu and madman

stop being cynical...u r too small for ur mistakes to affect the world...the world is ever so b'ful and will be so!

High Heeled said...

@ anonymous

since i am new to blogging can you help me figure how i can stop anonymous people from commenting!

ur comments are appreciated though

High Heeled said...

@ Gajender

Ur understanding of the verse would be lovely. Thanks for it though!

Puppet said...

Nice... But hey let the child breathe a while before it takes up the messed up world...

High Heeled said...

u see thts the trick!

Anonymous said...

Yes , i can help you to stop anonymous people from blogging
just say to them
"cut the crap and you have no business to peek into my blog"
send it to
sanyasi.is.at@gmail.com

Gajinder Singh said...

no understanding, just mentioned the lines because they touch the same topic ==>what people go through in their lives.

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aditya said...

Beautiful post ishwinder.
its like seeing ishwinder frozen in time... years back. and then i see you now.

You look tired now. dont be.