Vishnu Mishra

Should we or Shan't we accept our shortcomings

2017-06-03T11:14:00.001+05:30

I was recently adviced not to drop PS (post scripts) and enlist the shortcomings in my article.

Well, its obvious how well that advice worked for me because instead of editing and redacting all my articles I am posting a new article on that same matter itself.

But coming back to the topic of the day. Do we really need to bluff and keep avoiding the fact that there might be some shortcoming left in anything linked to us or for that matter, us itself.

Donkey on seeing predator may close his eyes and may fool himself that he is safe. But is he not at the mercy of that predator. It doesn't matter whatever the outcome is but would it not be best to atleast put up decent fight against all odds.

My point being, in this case, the articles I write might be flawed in grammar and vocabulary for that matter because I can't find time to edit and revise the written article. First editions of novels, even by great authors are filled with flaws even after and with time those flaws are used as the means to diagnose fake editions from the original ones in times of auction and other literary feast for that matter.

I am not being too ambitious or prude by stating this example rather simply making my point. I may or may not become an immortal name this field is the question with its answer that lies in the belly of future cannot be known to anyone at all.

Not divulging from my original topic for the day. I believe its better to address the flaws rather than waiting for someone else to judge you or point figures at you for the flaws you were planning to bluff from the beginning. Rather than this approach it would be wise to address the flaws and remove them from existence all together.

Life is too short to live in illusionary world and trying to fool people who don't care about you at all.

PS.- Errors in this article will be removed after editions.

The language we speak

2017-06-03T11:00:00.001+05:30

Language is a tool to communicate. But with changing times it has become more than just a tool for expression.

I personally believe that "Language must be a tool for communicating our thoughts expressions and whatever we want to convey rather than being a medium to judge standards."

Its the weakness of that nation either in past or present, which gives English such an important status, and to support my argument I can very well state the examples of nations that take pride in usage of their aboriginal language. They too might be judging the standards of the ones they meet but then that parameter wont be based on usage of a foreign language.
Its really a matter to ponder over as too why would someone near you laugh if you use proper hindi vocabulary and would take you for an entertainer rather than a nation lover.

This is not just the case with Hindi its with all the countries which are psyched and driven by the phile for this foreign language to an extent that many who live in those areas are basically detached from roots and are neither good at usage of English Grammar nor are they least bit interested in learning their mother tongue.

It was a wise man who said," Kill the culture, burn the history and wipe the records of past, and the nation will be forever yours without much efforts."

The irony is that this article is in itself in that same foreign language because I myself am a product of this mashed up society where English is not a medium to communicate rather a tool used for qualification.

PS.- The errors, if there are, will be rectified after the editing is done.

Hope you enjoyed reading.

Life is dynamic yet what happens is all written.

2017-05-26T11:35:00.001+05:30

For the last few days I have been thinking and planning to make my arrangements as per the need of the hour. But this article is not about that or what, how, when, where and why am I planning and for what arrangements.

While I was busy following the general mode of operation followed while making plans. I do keep a room, a leverage , a breathing room for the possibility of chances. I am not the perfectionist nor am I close to being one. But I do believe that life is dynamic in itself.

While we are busy making our plans life is busy in making things happen that may or may not be according to our plans. Its a lie that one says to himself that his plans worked perfectly. Well I would term him simply lucky enough to predict his future. The more the luck the better planner one thinks of himself but in reality its all a lie a big fat lie we believe and make ourself agreeable to. Then who are we, well we are psuedo-planners or quasi-planners, and the chances for our plan to work are merely at mercy of time and events.

Then why do we plan all together when nothing is in our hands, when all that happens is all together written and happens the way it is supposed to be.

Well another myth we believe is that we work and its all our efforts that are paid as the fruits of our labor. Think again, so many people all around, don't they work and by that I mean work tirelessly day and night, many to make there ends meet and many to caress their dreams nurturing them like their own child.

Many might be wondering what my point is and what am I trying to say. Here is my point of view, Life is dynamic or better would be to say that life is the best artificial intelligence ever created by some externally driven force which is the reason for all this to exist in first place.

And time is the inspector that inspects if the events that happen are as they are destined to. And in this system we humans are the basic working element which set things in motion and makes things happen as per the wish of the supernatural force or better would be to say a bigger system yet to be discovered. No one in system however advance can find a workforce that works selflessly . Then, what is in it for homo sapiens, one with their own intelligence and one with the power to do work or karma.

It won't be easily digested fact to accept that man is the laborer of time who is made to belive that it's his doing and he is the one who makes things happen. He is given the freedom to think himself as the supreme and above all. He is given the gift of or freedom to make abstract plans and choose the path he wishes to follow in realisation of those plans. But with intelligence comes a drawback. Plans devised can be as vivid or humongously absurd. And thats where life takes its own course. No matter what you think, plan or believe it will ultimately work out in the ways its decided. As I said earlier time is the inspector who checks the events happening due to human activities are as they are supposed to happen. It never fails and it eventually happens the way its supposed to be but this doesn't mean that the component called time is useless. No its not!. Nothing there is, is without any cause ever. Then what is time exactly for. Well every heard the term bumpy ride. So is the case here, the events destined by the bigger system, of which our life is a sub part, that are supposed to occur in life are not smooth and fluid enough to be happen easily. Thats where insanity comes into play. Time judges the future turn of events and send a signal encapsulated and renamed as thoughts.

Man makes plans according to those thoughts and many a times for those bumpy events with outcomes that have to be vastly different from outcomes of current course followed by man, insanity has to do the job. And in the end if whatever was decided by superior system is good for a human then that man is given the credit for those plans which were implanted due to the thoughts that were generated by time only to make things happen as per the wish of superior system or what we call supernatural or god.

Think broadly about all those couplets, quotes and thoughts like for instance,

मनुष बली नहि होत है ,समय होत बलवान | भीलन लूटी गोपिका, वही अर्जुन वही बान ||
(Its not man who is strong but time.)

Humans are the most crutical part of this complete system of time.

In a nutshell, It won't be wrong to say thay all around us, its all a lie, a mesmerizing thought thats working only as it's planned to. And always happens in the way its written on the que card entered in our system by the higher or superior system we have been discussing for long and the catch is that the que card comes with definite output and it's the duty of time to make it happen from the labors of man.

झूठै लेना झूठे देना। झूठे भोजन झूठ चबेना॥

(Its all a lie whatever we do.)

Why do we work when we know this much then can't we boycott the work and do nothing at all.

First thing first, doing nothing at all in itself a work. Till we breathe and burn resources that drive life we are bound to work. Whatever we do, we think, we conclude or make our decisons are all decided. The thoughts implanted will make you process things in the way its bound to happen. And thats the reason its said that,

विनाश काले विपरीत बुद्धि।

(Man loses his intelligence when time is not on his side)

But seeing the bigger picture, time is not on anyone side. It works and completes is duty as it is instructed to.

Secondly, we humans have a meter installed, that works into play and its called satisfaction. No matter what the results are but a man find solace when he attains positive reading on the scale of meter.

If we are all, bound to work the way its desired then whats the need of this factor all together because as a laborer it must not matter. Or should it?

Answer to this is simple.

Firstly, Its widely accepted belief that happy employee results in happy employee. Its all there only for better work management and reduce the resistance (kinda like a 5star rated energy saving appliance).

And second thing is when that superior system, whom we can call god or supernatural force as we have been refering to, created humans then he actually created more or less a miniature version of himself.

Isn't it said,

Every human is an image of god.

And considering that fact, if we somehow manage to create our own miniature replica, then will we find pleasure in sighting of those replicas where are treated roughly and inhumanly.

Many a times some great life events in a life of human, happen at places, where he can never dreams of them happening. But one thing follows another and things take turn in a surprising way for a man.

Why is life so bumy afterall? Well, answer to this is life is, as I had said earlier, a system with artificial Intelligence and the bigger system of which its a part of, the one we know by variety of names, keeps rigorously testing all its subcomponents.

Its kinda like we humans behave. If we create any product, (Software or Hardware) or any thing at all or even if we buy any working product like an automobile for instance, dont we test it atleast once, under harshest possible conditions making full use of potential of that system, inspite of knowing the desired results of our tests. The difference is that we desire the results we expect until that system is fool proof then either we modify, alter or improvise to make it fool proof. And for that we ourselves test our system, or product in this case under rigrous conditions.

And so does the supernatural driving force with its created system called Life.

This article will be endless as is life but whatever I write won't be a new discovery. Its all accounted and well versed in many books by many great thinkers. The source of all speculstions is always in our roots like for instance, Bhagwat Gita, whats different is just the mannerism of observation. All those who look beyond will self inspect and explore more finally reaching the same conclusions, maybe in a different way or with a different lens which simply is related to anyone's graspimg, narrating, exploring and imaginative strength. Concluding the topic I may therefore say and can believe, that,

Life is dynamic and keeps changing because of the que cards inserted and on them all that's to happen is written.

PS- Ignore errors, its a first draft thats published. Will be edited.

Hope you enjoyed reading.

Every human is a story

2017-05-13T11:45:00.001+05:30

Life is passing with every second. And on this earth are as many stories, as many are the souls that have ever lived. Like the novels that get published, only a few enjoy limelight while many perish in oblivion. Still novel once published might go out of prints one day due to variety of reason still it won't be lost and if ever any curious soul steps in to search for the lost memoirs he can resurrect them, with some extra efforts, certainly.

But this case completely varies with human souls. Man in world of modernisation has become a machine with nothing in focus but the ways to thrive and live another day. The philosopher in every human that was has not seen the light of day in years and is suppressed, shunned and forgotten by many.

Still when you focus on what there is to this life. Then you might feel that the things that drive todays world mechanism are actually the most mere and least helpful in adding an extra chapter to this story of life.

Every human when seen as a story, might not comprise great lengths enough to be a saga but those lengths would surely suffice to be collection of short impeccable stories. Next time on seeing a soul passing by, look him in the eye, dive-in the unfathomable pool of time he bears witness to, and search for the tokens of events he experienced and has survived to tell the tale off. The results of this small exercise are intoxicating and worth trying.

It is futile to think if one hasn't struggled every and was born with a silver spoon. But what matter when you look him in the eyes would be something that would have transformed him in what he is today.

Every soul works and works day and night. His work might not be defined by what your defination of work is, but his survival is the proof of his work. And no matter how feeble someone experience be, there still will be something you would have missed. Nothing in this world comes and goes without leaving its dent. Like for example the experience I will get after this article gets finished and the experience it will leave after you are finished with reading this one.

Let me take this thought process to a different dimension. The cultivation of any story you see might look feeble but it's not the story that's feeble its just the potential that restrains you from transforming that story into a classic immortal saga.

Many a times the same subject and story by two different narrators get feedback that stand miles apart from each other. The simple reason being that the skill required is similar to cultivation of same seeds and same soil but varied results. It would be wrong to say that is not in you but the only fact is that the outcast shunned philosopher might not be left sharp enough after being buried for so long. And that's the reason the famous story writers are found more in era when human race is facing transformation or going through complete overhaul in its phase. These overhauls can be in form of revolutions. Hence we see that humans with slightest edge can be famous as the stories in these times are rich enough to make people crave for them. But the real test of a man's philosophical skills and his narrating efficiency is not in rough seas but in calm waters.

Hope you enjoyed reading.

Accidentally in Love

2014-07-17T17:24:00.003+05:30

Accidentally in Love

Young and Cherished;
Beaming with life;
I walked down the boulevard street

The wind aint blowing
The clouds ain't thundering
The skies ain't pouring
The flashes ain't rattling
Cliches in the movies
I checked them twice
None were happening..

I was jumping and throttling
Whistling down the street
Fresh air blowing
Kissing my cheeks..
The feeling it gave
So fresh and refreshing

The leaves once on trees;
Were on the road;
Lying pale as yellow
A car passed by;
and I watched as
The leaves ran all around

I was lost;
Walking in the lap of nature
BANG!!
All my ambiguity lost;
I collided into a...
A A A....
Speachless and Dumbfound
The a chatterbox I was;

I bumped into a girl;
A more of sorceress
Rather than just a simple girl
As a punishment for my mistake;
She stole my heart away;
At once instantly away;
Why it has to be the heart always?

Numb and intoxicated I had become;
strength all gone; Mind all lost
Nothing ever had i experienced
Like this much powerful before;
A magic for prolific;
Jammed all my senses away;

Gathered the strength;
Whatever i had;
In metaphorical shame and regret
I sprang back upon my feet;
No worries No worries
Was the first word she replied;
I reached out my hand;
To grab the only chance
I could have had;

Can we be friends
So silly I must have sounded
Like all the desperates all around;
the destiny was planned by god;
and so was it
All going so well;
seemed All was planned
All was staged

Sure Sure!! came back the reply;
Nuttz I became
jumping like a colt
All over the place;

Lost and blank As I was
Accompanied her;
down the street;
where ever she walked;

No words No thoughts
Nothing on my mind
hypnotised and chained;
by the aroma that came;
barely i could respond

The clock tick tocked tick tocked
All i could wish was;
if the time did stopped;
But the journey I dreamt
was about to end;

And their I was
three blocks down the street
to the east was her lodging
reached her apartment
on the ground floor;
where I stopped;

Now face to face as she turned;
I saw her what a wizard she actually was;

Kohl Black eyes; Mockingly Beautiful
Dimple on her cheek; deeply mystical;
Her hairs; like a long chain strangled my soul;
Fingers so delicate yet so dexterily perfect;
She herself; looked like a replica of Galatia;

She wished me Adieus;
and my day was off;

Love it was;
finally struck me like
a bolt from the blue;
made me alive;
playful and jive;

It never felt so good;
So happy so cheerful;
It was relishly amazing and
All over the globe;
Now very much happening;
thats was what
All the fuss was about;

Love it was;
Like a stealthy deadly killer;
Grappled me;
Into its clutches of powerful paws;

It wasn't a game of brains or ribs;
Or of thrones;
Yet so thrilling; so exciting;
As it was;
Adrenaline was just pushing;
All through my guts and veins;

Love it was; Love it is;
So pure so calm
Yet so tormenting
So pleasing and energizing;
And so soothing;
Love it was Love it was;

Written/Composed by- Vishnu Mishra

Hope you enjoyed the work....

Ayn Rand's Quote, Best words said

2014-05-24T21:34:00.003+05:30

“Achievement of your happiness is the only moral purpose of your life, and that happiness, not pain or mindless self-indulgence, is the proof of your moral integrity, since it is the proof and the result of your loyalty to the achievement of your values.”

Ayn Rand (1905-1982); Writer, Philosopher