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the food, leaving the two friends with the privacy. At the door of kitchen, he stops, turns and says to his cousin.

‘Before I serve the lunch, I must say that as today’s lunch has been prepared in togetherness with your very worthy friend, you shall see and taste the huge difference from what I have so far cooked for you. There is a legend that as God almighty created and invested all worth in women, he made it a rule that a stupid man shall always get a genius life partner so that he could survive. That is why I am trying my best to convince your friend to say yes to me and not obstruct the will of the almighty’, he said with smile on his face.

She follows him in the kitchen. He can see the gleam of conviction and bliss in her eyes. He waits for her words. She has it framed.

‘You remember, first time we talked, you said if I arrived at tree-level cognition, all my questions shall stand answered or I won’t need them. I am now at this cognition. But, I have this last question. Why you didn’t come early? When you say, we shall evolve together and our worth too shall optimize together; this we could have done years back. Why you waited so long? You said, we are one consciousness since we were born; then why you didn’t happen to me decades back?’

He pulls her gently in his soft embrace. It is his term to have tears in his eyes. She can see it as she continues to look straight in his eyes for the answer.

‘I am sorry. I was not ready. I knew you are precious many years back but I was not resourced enough to seek you. I had a long struggle in life and I know you have journeyed rough roads too. It is sad; grossly tragic that there is a cost involved in having your way in life. The optimality has to be resourced in terms of possessions and worldly attainments. As a man, I cannot think of affording anything less than optimal for my woman. The milieu, I wished for togetherness required resource readiness. It took time. Unfortunately; more than it should have. Also, it takes huge amount of time to evolve the richness of compassion and poise within you. We are not born and grow with righteousness and appropriates. It matures within us after long years of dialectic cyclicality of learning, unlearning and learning afresh. As I told you; I am a stupid. I knew I need you and sought you since long but I also knew; I didn’t deserve you. I still don’t. But, at least, I have the optimal resource to have created an ideal milieu for this probability of our togetherness.’

She hugs him tight. She kisses his chest softly. He kisses her forehead. Finally, the lips seal the couple consciousness. All questions melt; all answers become redundant. Instantly, the dimensions of time and space change for both of them as merger of consciousnesses engenders a new reality – a collective, assimilative and conjoined time and space. The past withers away; the present-ness expands its horizons to such lengths that even future seems an extension of the stretched present. The expansive radiance of togetherness fills everything with fragrance. What better worth of this stupid, ephemeral life…!





Accept My Gratitude

Writing something is a daunting task as there is always a lurking apprehension of it not being of utility for some readers. I however feel at ease, because of my faith in magnanimity of readers. For an author, innocence of intent is the only possession about which he or she can be and must be sincere. The utility and worth is always at the end of the readers and their judgment must always be accepted with the same sincerity of innocence. I am happily sure; you shall forgive if my efforts could not be up to your expectations. Experiments with content; need to match with richness and beauty of intent. I have humbly attempted this. Thank you so much for being with me and allowing me to share with you.

Wish you an empowered life; with the prosperity of the consciousness.

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About The Author

People say, what conspire to make you what you finally become are always behind the veil of intangibility. Someone called it ‘Intangible-Affectors’. Inquisitiveness was the soil, I was born with and the seeds, these intangible-affectors planted in me made me somewhat analytical. My long stint in media, in different capacities as journalist, as brand professional and strategic planning, conspired too! However, I must say it with all innocence at my behest that the chief conspirators of my making have been the loads of beautiful and multi-dimensional people, who traversed along me, in my life journey so far. The mutuality and innocence of love and compassion always prevailed and magically worked as the catalyst in my learning and most importantly, unlearning from these people. Unconsciously, these amazing people also worked out to be the live theatres of my experiments with my life’s scripts. I, sharing with you as a writer, is essentially my very modest way to express my gratitude for all of them. In my stupidities is my innocence of love for all my beautifully worthy conspirators!

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What Sinks In; Stays… Let It Ensconce…

Nothing happens in vacuum; even vacuum has oscillations. Oscillations have the potentials of all probabilities… The probability, which you have just gone through, has oscillations too. They need to be hinted at. Consciousness is a born genius in deciphering tiniest of oscillations. But; this genius has to be evolved and empowered. As and when the oscillations sink in; they stay in layers of cognition and then; dimensions open up their vistas in consciousness. Very humbly, very compassionately; I appeal you to let the oscillations sink in. May it stay within and engender novel dimensions of life-living wellness and bliss in your journeys ahead. May all energies of originality be with you…

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Personal sanity, poise and peace may never be attained if an individual does not muster up the courage and option-less enterprise of unlearning and shedding loads of hypocrisies that one is surrounded with and lives up. Hypocrisies may never be dealt a ‘Death Blow’ if an individual fails to accept this singular objective realism that the individual himself or herself is the only practically ‘Real’ context for the Reality to happen, collapse and play out. This elusive and mystical, yet potentially most magical ‘I’ must be contexted and relationed with Reality in an objective, logical way.

It needs to be internalized very consciously. I am alive and in good knowledge of everything that happened to this universe and all lives on Earth in the past 14 billion years. So, I am aware of Reality of everything but it happened because I was born and I happened to have a body, mind and its emergent consciousness. Billions of lives and deaths happened, trillions of things happened and infinite events happened but I didn’t see, experience and remember anything. I saw and experienced everything only in the last few years as ‘I’ happened, my body-mind happened. Also, billions of lives and deaths shall happen, trillions of things shall happen and infinite events shall take place after my death and I shall not see, experience and know them. Reality, whatever it may be, is continuous and non-contextual in its holism, only ‘I’ happen in between at some tiny ‘dot’ in the infinite continuation as some ‘media’ and contextualize the reality, as per the design of my body-mind media.

Reality had and shall play out infinite shades of things but ‘I’ as a temporary ‘Media’ come and go, without having any substantial role in past and future of the cosmic Reality. Almost infinite aspects of the Reality of universe and lives in it are now available for me and they exist. As they exist now, I am aware of the past 14 billion years and can also imagine about next 14 billion years. However, as ‘I’ die, all realities disappear. Nothing ‘exists’ anymore. Realities end! It is because the ‘Media’ of ‘I’, which was the ‘context’ of the Reality to play out and express itself, is dead, disappears and is not there.

Realities are infinite as ‘I’ as media is alive. Realities are zero as ‘I’ as media is dead! Realities as it is or as it might be, exists and still plays out in infinite shades but only through different ‘Media’ of individual ‘Is’, presenting ‘context’ to Reality. Therefore, for all practical purposes, only the individualistic and personal reality exists. And; as the collective reality stands as the summation of assimilation of all personal realities, there shall always be 3Cs – Chaos, Confusion and Conflict in all collective domains. This is the primary basis and validation of the hypothesis that sanity of collectivity is actually a misnomer; it does not exist as some entity on its own. Only the possibility of sanity of individual and personal exists and this is something all men and women must strive for. Only ‘I’ matters and therefore, nothing stupid, hypocritical and mediocre should touch the genius of ‘I’…

Reality may look like a continuous and singular entity, irrespective of whether ‘I’ am or other ‘Is’ are alive or dead but, this seems so only because of the continuity in ‘Media’ and ‘context’ of ‘I’, which have a common body-mind mechanism. Therefore, if Reality is ever a singular and continuous realism, it is not because what it is but because of what ‘I’ is and because the commonality of mechanisms and processes of all ‘Is’. This is the singular secular Reality and everything else is variegated mix of hypocrisies.

Unfortunately, very few individuals accept and more importantly ‘internalize’ this Reality. If we realize and internalize this calamitous but singularly secular Reality, we can easily and surely accept that ‘Reality’ is what the ‘Media’ observes and therefore, ‘I’ or self or ‘Myself’ as body-mind Media can only reach out to ‘My Own’ tiny and insignificantly miniscule fragment of Reality. This shall lead to the inevitability of all our focus and energy being assigned and aligned to nothing else but ‘Personal Sanity’.

The universe has no meaning and destined purpose. Lives on Earth or if elsewhere too have no purpose and meaning. Reality itself is nothing and unworthy of any utility. All meanings, all purposes, all Realities start and end with ‘I’ or self. The universe, the Earth, the lives have only those meanings, purposes, utility and worth what ‘I’ or self assigns and accepts. Therefore, if ‘I’ is in Sanity, System, Order, Righteousness, Goodness and Wellness, then only the universe, the Earth, the lives have. It is ‘I’, the self that matters and has any utility. This is the singular notion installed and elaborated 3000 years back in ancient Indian philosophical traditions of ‘Aham Brahmasmi’ (I Am God).

This acceptance is the first primary requirement for installation of personal sanity. It can be said with all possible humility and sincerity of consciousness that contemporary humanity must see, understand, accept and internalize that in our civilizational and cultural march to modernity of institutional and organizational life-living, we have almost dumped the primary reality of human life-living. This primary reality, which thinking minds and philosophers of early humanity listed out with strong conviction, is that the individual, the person, an average man or woman is the everythingness of all somethingness that social and collective living can design and execute for sanity of system.

It is tragic and decisively the biggest and worst hypocrisy of humanity that now this individual or person is nowhere in picture in scheme of things of society, culture, economy, markets, politics and even scientific and technological advancements. Globally; the ‘I’ has been made to stand as culpable in the eyes of political system. Personal sanity gets more degraded and emaciated as collective efforts for so-called ‘betterment’

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