On the concept of god

It is easy to go wrong. Just like a system which always seeks greater entropy, human mind settles to chaos than order. One of the brilliant ideas in the history of mankind is the concept of god, which induces morality in society, and keeps a psychological boundary,and hence a degree of orderliness. There are two ways to inculcate morality in human beings: either through FEAR or through KNOWLEDGE. The former caters to the mass for whom philosophical thinking is on a premium, and the later appeals to an individual who wants to take her mind out of equilibrium and venture the ‘out of comfort’ zone. The later are usually labeled as atheists, and the way society looks at them is bit different from the conventional, which is unfortunate. To question the very essence of existence of god has been discouraged in our society, and this stance has to be changed. One should remember that atheists are as much responsible and belonging to a society as are the so-called theist. If anybody has doubts over this, I strongly recommend to read the works of Richard Dawkins. You shall realize that there is a beauty in reason and logic, even more compared to the perception of mystic thoughts.

The concept god has indeed done good to inculcate morality in humans, but it is important to ask whether inculcating morality by a non-existent entity is anyway better than inducing a just and righteous living by logical and evolutionary thinking ? I agree that there is a strange, soothing feeling to have a thought at the back of your mind which tells you that there is an omnipresent entity whose abilities transcend everything in the universe. But how long can we live with this euphoria? Is it not right to question this perspective towards life? Are we not deceiving ourselves by integrating our minds to an illusionary concept, and accepting the same without testing or differentiation? These are open-ended questions whose answers will never converge to a single line of thought, but at least it is worth questioning. In a sense, that leads to variety in thinking, which is always good to have in demographic distribution. Ultimately, what really matters is the individual’s freedom to define their own philosophy, and for that a thinking mind is always necessary. After all, your controllable life is a function of your mind, and the uncontrollable part is just a game of probability.

 

 

Blind man and the Sun

I see a blind man gazing at the sun,

he thinks it’s alright to perceive the latent burn;

Crowded corpuscles enter his eye,

to blister the retina which was already in fry.

His vision is impaired, he sees nothing,

so he feels no difference in the new offering;

Alas! he closes his eye at the sunset,

to reflect on the heat and interpret;

he feels euphoric, he feels numb,

he feels the warmth at the tip of his  thumb.

Albeit, he takes a deep breath and falls asleep,

he dreams through the night on an exuberant grief;

he wakes up in the morning to realize the past,

to feel the bloody cheek with a maroon cast.

He ponders again and again to know the real cause,

but his cerebra has gone to a comfortable pause.

Memory at loss and blood on his hand,

he feels the death, and can’t withstand.

Neither can he think nor can he blink,

he feels as a vessel destined to sink;

One last time he steps out of the door,

to gaze at the sun, with a strange furore.

One tiny ray hits his burnt eye,

his dangling soul is all set to fly…

END

can't remember the date........written on B.Sc. valedictory function day.....

dedicated to late Prof. Jayaram...

End is a beginning,

to begin a never ending thing;

end is a second homecoming,

indeed, an everlasting thing.

End has neither a foe nor a specific friend,

it’s neither marooned nor mixed with rich blend;

end is neither a grief nor a thought of glee,

neither is it a confinement nor a delighted flee.

End is a conquest to conquere the ‘I’,

end is a light to brighten the inner eye;

end is a means to a benignant thought,

end is a diffusion to an unexplored part.

End is the flow as function of time,

end is the freshness to reach the sublime.

To begin the end there is a new ending,

to end the end there is always a new beginning.

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OCULI

I see the world in other’s convex eye,

its’ subtle curvature weaves a pleasant decoy;

 the view hunts for those ‘pretty’ letters,

as transparent air evolves to pleasant jitters.

The pupils engrave a story by themselves,

creates a creator to create overselves;

 Iris is the curtain to that beautiful window,

permitting to enlighten the colorless shadow.

Angel of grace is born in wink of that eye,

it grows to the pinnacle as an unconquered spy;

eye ‘hopes’ to read through the mystic signs,

neither as an aberration nor with myopic decline.

The oculi is open for the rays to surpass,

waiting for the retina's impeccable pause.

Quest of the sight remains a puzzling art,

despite the darkness, eyes never depart !