My Fingernails

My biggest enemies on this planet earth are so mulish, that every time I chop their heads they come up with new. They are just like my sexual thoughts, the more I show them the way to exit the more they knock on my door. My enemies, my finger nails. Since my childhood I had deep respect for them, I use to cut them through my tooth only, no blade, no nail cutter. Funniest thing was once someone suggested me to have a homeopathic medicine for this and crazy doctor gave also. The point is whatever syndrome we have there is a solution for that. In this oxygen riched sphare there are ample amount of syndromes available, spreaded like ink on a tissue paper.

Facebooking syndrome:

Who says god doesn’t exist, then who is this person who created this virtual world. I know some hardcore atheist will not agree to this. I still believe he has created a puppet show out of his logical mind and programming tools. This is a world where we have farms, ships, Adams, Eves and off course virtual apple too. Here user feels like the earth is rotating around me. A world of imaginations, posts, likes, comments, notifications and no doubt pictures with beautiful smile. The only thing which I like about the facebook is everybody looks very happy, satisfied and rich. Most of the times a day start with a notification and ends with last chat box close. I remember when my grandfather use to come back from outside, the first thing he use to do was to wash his hands, legs and face, and now check notification on facebook. There is a very nice story when Kalyug was coming. “Kalyug” not the movie, its time we are surviving in. Kalyug was given place to live in the entire corrupted place like, Casino, Place of prostitution, and the gold. So Kalyug climbed on the head of that time rulling king Parikshit because his crown was made up of gold. I think the same for facebook. I find it in toilet, bed, office even cremation area also, “My old relative died today, I am burning him with tears, Life is a XYZ, 5 people like, 2 comments. Funniest thing is some people like their own comment and post. What should I call them? I don’t have word. It really climbed on the head. A happy guy comes singing, dancing on television saying” I’m always on facebook”, Dude you are not always on facebook, the facebook is on you.

Extreme Love syndrome: hyped, misunderstood, recyclable:

Since last three, four decades there is a group of people taking out money from public’s pocket and tears from their eyes every now and then. The intimacy of love shown on white screen is like mileage shown on automobile broachers, 25kmpl with a star mark. Star mark says on ideal condition. A user gets neither ideal road condition nor 25kmpl. 150 minutes of wild imagination, some starts imagining their first love, some their last. Wife and husband, sitting together, hand in hand, watching a romantic movie thinking of their past. And please ask me what past. Sometimes people fall in love in cinemaghar itself. I remember there was a song of a gentleman picturized like the guy fall in love with a girl in movie theatre. They start noticing each other during the queue in front of ticket counter and luckily the guy gets seat beside the girl, they sit together and in one song they become soul mate. After seeing this situation, 2 years I went to cinema hall with the same dreams that something will happen in my life also. I did not get “P” of that pyar. This industry created a dire need of love in people’s life. The love whose definition never been understood.  Now situation is if someone is alone for more then two months, its abuse for that person. He feels like I am the cursed DNA on this planet earth. My Guruji says; “You can’t do love, how you can do something which you are. You are love, because you born out of love. Its like how can I do Vivek, I am Vivek. This is a difference in being and doing. The love which I admire the most is the love of an old time devotee, who simply written that “Prabhuji tum chandan hum paani, jaake ang baas samani”, the oneness, which comes automatically when love flourishes. Now, sometimes sandalwood changes, sometimes water. The word guarantee is changed to warranty. Like everything this also becomes recyclable. How dare you to ask love in a relationship, we are just friends, we can eat, drink, sleep together, and even we can say “I love you” to each other but When it comes to commitment I will surely look for a safe future. Because I certainly believe that crying with BMW (please don’t read it as Behan Maya Wati) is better then with Alto. These are some common sentences that are on air. This is also like Friday released movie, flop, hit and super hit. There are enough to write on this topic but who cares. I will ask that homeopathy doctor if has something to say about this or he has got some medicine of this syndrome.

I know, syndrome.

If someone comes to you and discuss a very nice beneficial topic and you say,”mujhe pata hai”, then more or less you are also victim of this syndrome. There are chances that many things in life we know, but how much we know is a big question. It’s a human tendency, though we know quarter pie but we think that we know whole circle. And when someone comes up with a fresh packet of information, step by step we do this. First we put our ego in-between. Second, you keep on speaking I am not listening. Third, aah what do you know, I know better then you. Fourth, we decrease the morale of speaker. Finally, deep inside we have a feel good factor, I won. Every time we repeat these five steps, we close the door of listening and taking.

Just imagine! Each and every species around us is ignoring each and every individual. Then what will be the state of mind, dejected, depressed, demoralized. Did we ever think that, this is what we are doing with our self? We are ignoring our body, our breath, our mind, intellect everything. Eating junk, Sleeping junk and thinking junk. Soon there will be human participation in “junkyard’s war”. O god! I wrote all this, Please don’t think that if I am writing, that means I know everything. Answer is no. I am also the victim of this syndrome. Frankly speaking this syndrome is very nice to have with introspection. Like today if I look my past, it makes me happy because of the stupidity I have done before. I had the mind with closed doors till I saw a street dog in chilly winter at 5 AM in the morning trying hard to get warm, struggling to make a space which will provide some heat. After 15 minutes of struggle dog won and then suddenly a car came and run over that dog. Dog’s Life finished at that very moment. Left behind some unanswered questions, then I realized that if I know everything then what I am doing here on this planet earth. Then the journey began the journey of knowing the unknown. The more come to know, the less I know. I don’t know what is this syndrome? But, Yes! I do laugh when someone say “Mujhe pata hai”, “Mujhe bhi pata hai”, immediately my mind give this response. I am still waiting for that state of mind when there will be no question and no answer. Sri Sri says it is a state of mind called “Swayuj”, the point of intersection of line of question and answer.

While typing my eyes went on my fingernails. And guess what, it looks like the place of Khap panchayat. All ten enemies have been chopped down properly without any mercy. But never mind they will grow again, again they will raise their head and challenge me. If anyone is having answer of this question then please reply me back. Why I eat my fingernail?