Silence: The Discipline

As I sit on the floor of my room lugging my eyes on the screen of this laptop. I wonder, do I seriously need to speak to express myself? Is my voice just another sound among a million others?

Hello everyone. Hope my previous post has been forgiven and forgotten. It will take me some substance to make up for such smack, but I will try my best to bring forth something at least good.



Silence is beautiful gift, a surrender, a sense of control. Silence, in terms is who we are. There is a vast expanse, a sea of humanity before us. We are one among them. Most importantly, we are one among us. But it's no just one, it's many one. A lot of times, we have a thought, and just seconds later, there is a counter thought, and then a third party view!

In my view, it's important to silence that inner noise, bring forth a calm, a serenity, something that's born inside. A better phase of the Aatman. I would put forth an example. A Buddhist monk can practise silence for months. He/she does have a whole monastery of animated life, and is very animated him/herself, but there's a very different, a very natural animation in each movement. These monks are trained to practise silence in the long terms. They have successfully gained control of the inner noise. That's a very real definition of discipline; that which comes from within, not that which has been forced upon us, or that which we do by hindering.

Alright, I know, I know, the practise of silence may also seem like hindering oneself, but when you have taken a vow to be silent by your own will, and can't seem to keep it, I would suggest you to start with a few minutes, then a few hours, and if you feel that there's not a need to talk, or are alone, you may try a day. Just be sensible and think about it, ninety per cent of the things we say in a day are pure buckets of poop. If we poop as much as we talk uselessly, we leave behind a lot of heaps of shit to be acting as manure, and that much of manure, my friends only spoils the crops going on the soil of our mind.

The art is not in what to think or how to think. It's to stop thinking when you don't want to, stop talking when you don't need to, stop all this noise from being accumulated and creating the negative energy all around.

Silence can be best learnt from a musician. They give their voice long hours of rest, train it as much as it requires, but use it sensibly. They know how to communicate without words. Sure, talking is a very good means of communication, but once it goes beyond a certain extent, it becomes an addiction, and that addiction causes mind to wander, to think without desire, to wander, to get lost, to drift, to view, and to form a counter view!

Now I talk of to many people, who are trained, who control, and who are not the old fashioned ne'er-do-wells as ourselves. I'll bring another character, apart from the Writer, my dear dear friend. This dear friend is The Student. She is frustrated, tensed, scared, and irritated like any other student for no obvious reason. Our dear student boards the morning metro, meets her friends, talks crap, goes to school, talks crap, goes to cram school, again talks crap.... What happens about it? She is frustrated because she thinks to much. She thinks too much because she talks too much. And then she gets lonely. Because she is addicted to talking, she needs someone to talk to. She can't be silent. And this isn't just the student, it's your colleague (Sam, I guess), or your mother's dear friend, a mohalla gossip queen (Pammi Aunty). Hell, it's everyone around you!

Why make it a problem? Enjoy being Silent! There's nothing wrong in it. We don't want to be the student, talking because there's noise inside, because there's no space for silence, to place for vacuum to exist in the universe! Imagine how close we are to mental breakdown, to a black hole, to something which not only absorbs us, but also destroys us. Save your dear soul! It's who we are, sentient beings, who have a pure side to ourselves. And silence, being a virtuous trait, brings us a step closer to ourselves.

Peace out!

-Neetzi

The Collective Heritage

Let me tell you this before hand, for this one blog I did needed a bit of research because the most fragile issue in this planet is racism, especially regarded that to religion. Even in my heaven, India, this is the most heart breaking realities.

Okay I know that my blog might be read by a few people who refer to themselves belonging to the category "Hindus". I mean, following the religion. History has it that the belonging of hindutva or the Aryan religion dates back to some 7500B.C. who came from the coasts of Caspian Seas, to settle in the sub Indian continent. I am not here to give a history lesson, but the words "Hindu" and "Hindustan" came to origin when a Mouslem invader, Babur invaded the country. The reason the four basic Hindu religions have the same Gods is because of the collective belonging. Really, sorry to pop your bubbles you racists, but Hindu is the term to anyone living in Hindustan. Not JUST some preachers.

For past couple of days, I have been keeping tab on the unrest in the Kashmir valley, which is the most heartbreaking news I have come across. Kashmir, the once heaven, now fosters as the underbelly of unrest and terrorism. Practically because army isn't willing to let people "just be". They aren't worried over the future, because they see that they have no future. Is this the India we are trying to create?

Face it guys, we don't have a collective heritage. The Aryan vansha is supposed to be following the practice of the Vedas ever since it came to existence. And the Mouslem folk are supposed to be following the Koran (or Horan in pronunciation). Both have the same basic principles. For example, the Koran doesn't permit seven marriages, but only one marriage, however, it is acceptable in the society if you give shelter to the needy seven women. IT DOES NOT REFER TO SEXUAL MISCONDUCT!

Hindutva does NOT fit you in any caste by birth. You have to prove yourself to belong to somewhere. For example, I can be a Brahman only if I attain knowledge enough to be spread. IT IS NOT BECAUSE OF THE WILL OF SOME GOD I AM BORN IN A HIGH CLASS FAMILY!

The worst thing is that the religious leaders of today are also preaching something that is for the collective good of a section as they claim, but the idea practically doesn't even do any good for the minority.

The reason I don't like the word God is that the wars happening in His name. My counter question that if God is such an advocate of love, why is there hatred in our hearts? Hate isn't the absence of love, rather the presence of a negative element, that can separate the one true bond, mother and child.

However, I am not an atheist. What I believe in isn't a religion. It's a collective heritage. I am a wanderer monk in my own ways. I only learn.My "God" is nature, the true chaos and the absolute truth that I have faith in. I wouldn't suggest anybody to follow my routes in life though, because everyone lead a different life.

But in my ways, I have found peace, freedom and certain things I can't tell. Maybe, because words are too small to express...

My new found freedom does bind me though. My religious unconventionalism, my mind make-ups stand out, maybe they are the ones binding me. At least they are better than being bounded to conventionalism.

So, sorry to pop all your bubbles and perceptions and preconceptions people, but the truth is truth.

Peace

--Neetzi