This article is dedicated to the one who believes that there is NO END. Yes it is dedicated to the writer of this article, ADITYA HIRAN.
For, he lives as though he is living around his physical self more than he does in the physical. As far as I know, from the worldly definitions, he is a human being. But his style is different.
He knows that life is a choice but still stands out of choosing the reality. He believes that choosing something is equally biased in life as there is judgment. Being intellectually tuned as a realized soul, he stays out of it.
As he sinks into the eternity, he honors himself by saying that suffering is out of his life. Let me explain his perspective, he believes that nothing is created unless we create it. And now, this holds for “Suffering” as well.
Hence his life is a joyous song, conveying the truth that there is NO END, as all is Eternal!!
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REALIZE, REINVENT…
THE LITTLE TRUTHS OF LIFE
Recollecting the happenings in my life, let me write this beautiful story. One day I entered a room, which was filled with darkness that seemed unlimited in all its dimensions. Nothing was visible. I stayed and lived in the place where anger, frustration and tears had no meaning. There was no one to listen or speak to. With the dreadful darkness around me the only companions were the hopeless, weak thoughts.
Suddenly there was a feeling of hope taking roots from where I am, when I found a candle. It seemed as though the strength of my emotion touched the plane of the heavens, which brought help. Now, with the candle lighted I was reassured that the nature was helping me. For once I adored, respected and fell in love with the candle which showed me the world. I could now enjoy every bit of my existence as the room was filled with exquisitely beautiful things. There were no more thoughts but only pure happiness and joy that ruled my kingdom of life. The candle now appeared as God. It felt as though there was nothing more beautiful and lovely than this candle that I respect the most.
In this mesmerizing flow of events, there was one thing that I forgot. I forgot that the candle cannot last for long and its existence on this plane is temporary. When I became aware of this little truth, I understood that even my existence on this wondrous plane was temporary. And before the candle has left me, it is me who is leaving the candle. This walk into a new room may bring many more surprises and the candle remains a memory in this illusory story of existence.
- P.ADITYA HIRAN
p.adityahiran@gmail.com
22nd Oct 2009