Chapter 1 - Introduction

I realise one major hurdle in practically attempting to start solving the puzzle of life and death. That is nonetheless the ‘emotions’ that gives name and shape to a relationship.

Yes. Where there is a relationship, there rules emotions. In fact, emotions have the uncanny ability to influence one to bond or break or destroy or love the other quoting any number of logical reasons. In one way, we are all subtly connected with each other through this unknown quotient in varying modicums at various times.

An overview of our own lives may enlighten that the trail that is left behind since birth would appear to be so overwhelming what with the emotional quota enjoying more than its allotted share of play. In simple terms, there is a constant threat of being overpowered with joyful surprises or painful sandstorms at any point in life. Sadly, the decisions taken during such times of emotional imbalance invariably do not carry wisdom resulting in unpleasant effects.

At such times, with trust and confidence in self shattered, fake steps and false pride get activated to mend the disarrayed rhythm within. With a natural urge to quickly reset the tattered life, such a man may act selfishly wounding others (who cross him at that juncture) physically or emotionally sometimes, never bothering about the emotional trauma at the receivers’ end.

The only living order of the world is…. ‘my pleasure’, ‘my happiness’, ‘my welfare’, ‘my rules’, ‘my success’, ‘my life’ & ‘my world’. One may ask, “What’s wrong with that?”

The natural dance of the world in myriad mystical expressions is always beautiful for it is a collective vibration whereas the dance of human emotions is disintegrated and disoriented. So, who and what can be blamed for our ugly dalliances?

Today I could not help thinking of those thousands who were killed on 26/11 last year (2008) by a group of fanatics. A father testifying in court upon his innocent daughter losing her leg and a mother crying how her young daughter died in her hands speak volumes of emotions of pain. Would the grieving mother have ever known at the time of conceiving and raising her child that she has to part with her precious baby so cruelly? What dragged the small girl to the scene of violence on the first hand?

The emotions of pain are not assorted patchworks on a jean to wear gleefully. This emotional patch shall remain a painful cache throughout the mother’s life. The cache may mar her or make her. So also the lives of the relatives, friends and well wishers of all those innocent victims.

Personally speaking, it is hard to believe that an emotion, a by-product of mind, which again is only a part of my existence, the expression of which can be felt through the senses, leads my destiny downhill most of the times.

Here my analytical mind raises a few valid questions…

1) How should I act or react when I am blown out of senses?
2) Is there any way to sublime my emotions?
3) Or is there any other way to overcome emotions?

The world at night seems mysterious for my eyes now. As a nature lover, I become emotional upon seeing the cloudless sky.