to errrr.....

Its uttarāyan, the kites fly high in skies, places where man would only aspire to reach in times before he could fly using machines. Yet today, he would like to fly on his own, as popularity of supermen never dies. All our fictions are based on time travel which is yet not done. We want to reach planets that couldn’t be reached. What do we want? There’s no end to it. We want all that we don’t have with us. We aspire things which are impossible, or seem impossible. And if he cannot reach there and acquire they become divine. Just yesterday in a conversation with my friends, he said what if gods were underground, in pātāl and not in skies? Would have being below been bad? My first reaction to it was that it could never be the case because we can reach down; gods can’t be where we can be.

The thought lingered further to me over the night....I have life that would be envious to most, having best opportunities, yet i feel emptiness to accomplish it with a better half, fit in when I stand out. What is this anxiety of man that he tries to overpower in every form, science, or philosophy! As seen this way all seems same to me, the qua existence of Aristotle, the pure beauty of Kant, intuition of Croche, sublime of romantics, aloukika of Sankaracharya...all are undescribed and those that exist but could never be achieved by man. The quantum theory, the aura science which affect but cannot be controlled......all futile efforts to understand the non-deciphered, to seek the future to meddle with nature. In every way since ages we have strived to stay rational and be quasi-natural, giving various logics and social obligations to our actions. And then we have philosophies talking about getting back to nature, sensory and instinctual experiences and hoe only these could be pure and salvating.

I laugh, i read and teach this all and yet make it so complicated with words, makes me believe the story of Babel, that language was created to mis-communicate. All the world is nothing, but an illusion, māya; But not in real sense, but understood as māya. We like to dwell in hyper-realities, believe that there is more to go, higher to climb, deeper to dig. We starve for satisfaction but that is not what we want, because that would be the end. To errr is human, and to forgive too.........