The end

It had been a long time since I started speaking about God. I spoke about God. I spoke about love and relationships. I spoke about heavens. I spoke about making earth a heaven. I was delighted to deliver ways to make the world a better place to live in. I had dreams, that were irresistible to change. Engines to design, poetry to philosophy, learning to teaching, the life had been changing. This blog is a great source of how I had changed myself over time. I always believed in these. 

Recognizing people around as an integral entity and not as toys to play around with. It's true that masses control lives. But, individually, humans are the most beautiful manifestation of diversified psychological abilities. God is the ultimate, they say. We created God. Architecture is amazing. We created it. Computers calculate at speeds unimaginable. We created them. Humanity is the best way to see how powerful nature is. And as you recognize it, being a human, you are far above nature to perceive it, thus going into the inception of the marvel. 

God is a conception created by such humans. Like computers, like automotives, like constructions and medicine, it is used. The better universe lies in the fact that you use it towards being a better human by heart. Religion is as misguiding as anything else. This weapon needs to be handled with utmost care, in cases like India. 

Youth is a very important phase of one's life. It's in how you create such youth that decides where your succeeding generation is going to end. I am glad my parents whipped me to study and end up in an NIT, thanks to the love story for helping me out of IIT, whatever happened was for good. I have learnt very important lessons at MANIT. For all the friends I gathered and all the life I learnt, and all the memories I built, they've been the best moments of my life. ROCKING AP and IBC have carved into being someone who is proud of himself and his actions today. 

I see myself to be matured and successful enough when I'm 21 whilst many youngsters are hardly falling in love the first time. I'm out of it. I can pretty much guess I would be claimed to age 30+ by anyone who meets me for the first time.
I am winding up this blog. The versatile Versifier is no more. I shall move on to the next one by March. It'll be operated on a Mac. 

Thanks to all the people around me for all your love. 

1. Avinash a.k.a ash. Without your selfish views and honest reviews, I will not be here. You're the best critic to me. THE BEST. The day you say I wrote well, I feel real fucking awesome. Welcome to the Golden Sands. Welcome to dxb. 

2. Vamsi bro, my soulmate, literally. If not for your (our) way to look at the world, I would have been blind forever. You bro, are that one guy I would sell my life for. 

3. Vivek Reddy Babai, thanks for everything. I know our views never match. Our ideas do. Our tastes never are the same, but you're the only one who competes with me. Thanks for the athesse concept, it's been the start of a revolution. 

4. Bhargava, bhaiyya, your night walks taught me that a friend is one with whom you can bitch about anything and everything. All that matters is being considerate. 

5. Anviti, Arnav and Diksha, you people are my favorite. The professionals who don't know their potential. Just waiting for the right chance to endow upon you, all the love you deserve. 

6. Last but not the least, Pallavi, you are the life of this blog. You coined the name. I'm sorry for the past. Some issues need to be solved the hard way. 

Thank you all for everything, thanks to the amazing readers who keep up my spirits. Thanks to me. 

Bye.

The fault in our stars

Every lie is not sweet to the conscience, nor is every truth bitter.
Every metal is not in gloomy luminescence, nor would every gold glitter.
Every camera shall not stare forever, beauty is in the blink of a shutter.
Every love shall not last forever, every heart shall stop to flutter.

Truth is bitter, the lie was sweet,
our memories did glitter, our ends shall not meet.

Every end is not a fairytale, every love shall not end in hate,
every rose may not turn out pale, every life has to obey it's fate.
Every thought shall not be towards you, every step shall not take me near,
every ship doesn't get the best crew, every pain won't you have to bear.

The tale has ended as you grew, the love has ended reminiscent.
The Sands have blurred my thoughts true, my steps had followed the scent.

Every kiss shall not be of romance , every hug shall not cure a heart.
Every Knight needs no Lance, every shield needs no dart.
Every memory cannot be in verse, every wish cannot hop the draft,
every hiss isn't a venom curse, every art is not brimmed with craft.

Such a fraternal kiss to end, hugs deserve a moist pillow,
such verses shall  no heart lend, such wishes can't wait for a willow.

The ship has drowned, the sun has sunk, the day has rested in the grave.
The owl has frowned, in the banyan trunk, for colors did hearts crave.
The owl is a memoir, that watches in dark, till the death will take,
it's not a choir, grievous to hark, for our own better sake.

Sleep my dear, sleep my heart, sleep for it's the end.
No more tear, none to part, no caring hand to tend.
It's all past, it's memories good, it's fate that had scars.
This is the last, the ink on wood, the fault in our stars. 

GOD

I hail from India, a land rich in spices and vegetables, full of plantations and most varied flora. Given the rich varied heritage, it is possible to lead a diet that would be strictly vegetarian. Meat would be an addition only. In a country like India, meat is not primary because of our diet requirements. Furthermore, eating meat wasn't as prevalent through the centuries. The three main religions of the land, namely Hinduism, Jainism and Buddhism have boycotted meat for the same because hurting a fellow being was not essential. Someone or the other should have put up a story of how meat-eaters shall be put down on the scale of humanity.

While I shifted to Arab, I have noticed that meat is not on their religion's no list. Reason obvious. Arab is a desert and barren land. Lack of dietary vegetation. The rules needed to be based on the lifestyle. Thus, Halal came into existence. Like every other, Islam had been trying to kill the wildness in a human being by defying him the pleasure of killing. Pork was put off the list for similar reasons. Chicken meat was inevitable and hence, godly.

Move to the Northern Europe, the colder Europe. You'll see that there are civilizations where alcohol is essential in diet. Yes, reason is obvious and you are guessing it right. It is essential in their diet given the temperatures and climate.

Entirely dependent on what would be an ideal modest lifestyle, a religion adapts and issues its rules and regulations.

Another example I would like to quote would be the tradition of marriage. All the religions, at the end of the day, are doing the same thing. The couple take an oath. The scriptures may be different, and so may be the procedures, but the conception persists. One male and one female trying to recapture the marvel and create a better generation, and a better world to live.

As a physics teacher, I have a great experience teaching that nothing is absolute. So is religion. What would be right for one would be wrong to the other. In total, every civilisation tries to domesticate, read civilize the man more. I'm not saying that everything is relative. The concept is absolute, a better place to live. The approach is relative. 

Peshawar attacks, where taliban kills 150 children ruthlessly is an example. Killings weren't new here. We have heard of Taliban for a lot of times now. Everytime, I heard of two views. Especially having a great company of Muslims throughout my life, I could get a proper logical Quran based justification for the actions of Taliban. Except this one. It was one voice. A very grief toned one. It is dead obvious that no religion, none in human race, would ever encourage the killing of the generations to come. I could hear it in the words of taxi driver who drove me two days later, he hailed from Peshawar. I heard it in what Hillary Clinton said an year ago. Everyone had realized the dire need to be against Taliban. Reason obvious, it is against the concept of God and humanity. It is against the better world. 

In total, all the religions are behind the concept. If you think one religion is better than the other, I would like to call you ignorant and I'm not mistaken at it. 

Look at festivals. We all learnt about diwali and how it's effective in keeping the insects and mosquitoes away, right between the rains and winter. Read it the other way, we all wanted to improve the hygiene of life and started using lights and fire to welcome winter, called it diwali, wrote inspiring stories about it and celebrated it.

The month of Ramadan is another good example. The Islam wanted to teach humility and simplicity to human beings. Fasting through the day had been drafted effectively into Roza. Celebrate the end of Ramadan, perhaps the hottest month of an Islamic year in grandeur. Celebrate being alive.

Christmas puts all the conception into a nutshell. It's winter. Freezing temperatures and chilling winds. Gloomy days without work. In most of the Europe where winters are the worst, people are lazily crouched under blankets for days. Amidst all the laziness, there is an essential need to heat up the homes. There is a need to be not gloomy. For gloomy is sick. So what shall we do? Light up our houses, gift each other and smile. Yes, Merry Christmas. Snow shall no more be a burden, and we will make a cheerful story of a Santa who rides reindeers, his sleighs on the snow. You see it? We wanted to learn from nature, and be with it. Thus, we made festivals, to celebrate being alive.

The word good has been put down terribly these days, but in basic, good is the root of religion. Follow your religion in a good way. If what you're doing is right for you and the generations to come, then you are right. Being right and being good, that should be the essence. Being happy, and being a part of the nature, that should be your concept. If you understand that and put it to practice, whichever religion you follow, you're being a better human being. Or, let me say, you're being a human, for we are the unique species that have civilized over centuries to be a better sustainable part of the nature.

Quoting the best I have found, Trivikram says, *"Devudu anevaadu ekkado undadu. Manalone untaadu. Pakkanodiki saayam cheddaamanukunnappudu thapee mani bayataki vasthaadu. "* 

God is nowhere else, but in you. It is when you wish to help the fellow humans into leading a better life, creating a better place to live, that's when he personifies in you.

The End Of GOD philosophy on this blog. I have understood God. Have you?

Thank you.

The eternal

The flute sings the great tales,

of land where the God hails, 

the strings ring in chords of three, 

of places where the soul is free, 

the voice deep shall in tune sing, 

of how the harps in his halls cling, 

a song shall rise of a content mind, 

that shall its truth to heirs unwind.

The death affliction inspires fear, 

and tells you how your wrath is near, 

the sick voice prays as it pains, 

the bad blood grieves in visible veins, 

 such is the health when one bows down, 

in chants enchanted by the crown, 

that shines and glitters in radiance, 

bore by a head that's vieled to the audience.

Calm and serene waves run on sands, 

to wet his feet in barren lands, 

his heart strays on atoms and stars, 

and how insignificant are human wars, 

the vastness of universe mesmerizes, 

and in his head the setting sun rises, 

to the Lord in mask he writes a praise, 

for hiding behind the clouds and haze.

Happy, sad and lost in the dreams, 

one kneels in stewardship of his realms.

Selfish, caring and random thought, 

or a wish that was never sought, 

one prays to God to offer his wish, 

and embraces the idea of being a fish, 

lives in the sea where waters are green, 

and never sees the sunshine sheen. 

God is a song of heavenly tune, 

sung in a camp of barren dune, 

sing the grace of nature and life, 

and of the troughs of dooming strife.

Lonely

Not one asks me for a drink, none would to cheer and merry,

As the oasis begins to shrink, all try to step in my ferry.
None would know how I feel, all true emotions are dead,
I think I'm a potato peel, rotting in a moist shed.

Many a times I and me, not even once do I hear we.
I know that's lonely to be, you are sad though free.
Some do care but don't ask, none tries to see beyond the mask,
I'm a dolphin with a dancing task, my tears die in my own cask.

I'm individually bound to you all, though none of you'll answer my call..
I'm like a tree shedding in fall, and you sip coke in your silent hall.
There's no light more left of hope, lost I am and too innocent to cope.
Fill me with lies and stories of soap, and listen to me like I am the Pope.

Grief is the grave where my tears lie, I'm not strong and I need not shy.
Brief time I crave for care that does not lie, you just need to leap down to pick me high.

I keep waiting for one of you to cast a light, upon me frozen in the lonely cold night.
I am waiting for a smile that burns bright, as you embrace me dear and tight.

Come come come to me, I am the chosen one,
from worldly bonds I'll set you free, if you melt me like you are the sun.