Monday 22 February 2016

The incomplete circle of progeny

For some personal fulfillment, what we call "being complete" we bring another human being into the world.I don't know when and who started calling this as a process of being "complete" or bringing more into the already populated world. I cannot be the one to say that there shouldn't be any progeny in the world but it surprises me that the ultimate goal of every individual in the so called "civilised" society (Can't speak about what we "uncivilised") is to have a job to earn money which in turns allows you to get married AND have children; more children adding to the world, to the population, depending on the world's limited resources.Every person who gets married today has a societal pressure of having a child within 2-3 years. It is a norm which everyone follows without questioning.
There are lacs of unwanted pregnancies or what we call "accidents". We have no control over those who take such decisions which in turn lead to such "accidents". Such incidents cannot be controlled or changed just by wishing. But it's when well-educated people make "wise" decisions to have 2-3 children, plan their lives and one's own financial resources accordingly. We work hard to give them a better life because we have to (it's our children, we have to do it). Then we have expectations on how they should behave, grow in life, do what "ought" to be done.Mostly it gives dissatisfaction on the cost-benefit analysis of what we did for them and what they did for us.
There is another aspect of the kind of world we are bringing them to. In the world full of competition, rat race, struggling just to survive etc. In the world full of pollution, population blast, terrorism, hatred etc. In the world full of diseases, health problems which eventually leads to death. Most parents do not survive to see their children die. Most children suffer to see their parents struggle with diseases.
What I believe is that it is not a human's responsibility to bring any more humans into the world. We do it as if it is one of the tasks to be finished in this life; to bear a child. Maybe it's time we realise that bringing more people in the world is not a "important work" that we are assume it to be or something to be proud of.
I think most of us who choose to do it is either because our families and society pressurize us or we actually get convinced with what they say "Budhape ka sahara" (don't know how much of sahara children are) or somewhere in our minds we believe that unless we do it we won't be complete, that it would provide happiness that nothing else can give.
For all the reasons mentioned above, it is in our own interest that we bring someone to the world. It is not to say that children shouldn't respect parents or parents aren't doing anything for children. It is to raise the point that bringing a child into this world was a decision made for self satisfaction or societal satisfaction.
My idea behind writing this blog was not just to start a discussion on the "whys" of increasing population in the "educated" society but the"need" of it and understanding if we realize the kind of future we expect for them based on the current world.
Humans are generally considered rational and the times when their rationality doesn't work is when they are overwhelmed with strong emotion. The process of progeny tends to defy all these logics. Noone seems to ask the question "why" I am doing what I am doing. All the arguments given in the favor of progency are derived from someone or something which may not be relevant anymore. When it comes to children all the arguments of human behavior seem not to work.
If it were only because people were doing it under pressure I would have understood because something which is always done based on someone else's wish doesn't have a long life but people do it by choice and they want it. I want to ask them do you know why? I want to ask them did you ask yourself why? I am not sure they would be able to give an answer. Answers like because this is what all married people do, because we should have someone to call our own seem too vague to me. While we ask most simple (read, stupid) questions in the world, why is it that this question seems unanswered? While we call ourselves rational or logical, why do we fail to understand the reasons of doing it and it's consequences on the world and our own selves?
There are so many gaps in understanding the real reasons of the process. The circle of bearing a child, the process of bringing them up, the expectation from them and the hopes of their betterment seems to defy the rationale of good and bad, selfish and selfless, hopes of good future and the availability of resources.
P.S. I have deliberately left the point wherein people bear children to maintain their names or name of clan. I think slowly this trend is becoming less important. It is more of a general trend that it is done and so we do it too.

Sunday 21 February 2016

You're the answer

For all the dreams that I ever had
For all the prayers that I ever made
For all the things I ever asked for
You are the answer

For all the pains I have ever had
For all the tears I have always dropped
For the times I lived like dying
You're the answer

For all the sweetness that I ask for
For all the respect that I ever demanded
For the care that I crave for
You're the answer

The dreams that you see
May not be fulfilled
In the way that you forsee
But it comes your way
That makes you happy
When you can see light of the day

When your beat is the singer
And the heart becomes the dancer
For every question that I ever asked
You are the answer!

Friday 19 February 2016

The day I meet you again

I don't know how I'll be
The day I meet you again
Whether I'll be a loss 
Or there's something I'll gain
The day I meet you again
I don't know if I'll feel the same butterflies 
I don't know if I've still maintained those ties
I don't know if from my eyes
Tears are gonna rain
The day I meet you again
I know I'm not looking forward to it 
But what I still feel for you
Has truly gone in vain
The day I meet you again 
I know I don't feel anything right now
But seeing you, is my heart gonn pain?
The day I meet you again
You left and life still went on
I cried but I became stronger 
Still searching if it was a boon or a bane
The day I meet you again........

Saturday 13 February 2016

More than friendship more than love!

This is my love for you
Never gonna leave me
To all the life's problems 
Your friendship has been the key

It's more than 11 years together
And we've seen our ups & downs
And no one understood me like you
Your friendship is my precious crown

Seeing you today
When you were going
It made me think
Who are we?
What am I gonna do?
When I've got so many things to say
Keeping them with me
Is only gonna make it blue

I wish you the best
Cox you're the best 
You give so much love
That you get it in return
my wishes are with you
And you get success
In whatever you choose to do!

Monday 8 February 2016

Goes on...

What gave me peace
What gave me strength 
Was taken away from me
Was taken from my hands
While I stood there 
Wondering
Why do I exist
Why do I do what do
And run around
Aimlessly
Without any meaning
I don't have it now
I don't want it now
And still it causes me pain
Relentless pain
And in all that, a new day starts
And life goes on!

A prototype

It constantly blew
It was constantly passing through 
Like the wind
It was part of my life
Like the air
But didn't ask - where?
It had no objective
No destination 
It just wanted to destroy my peace
Either to accept defeat or just please
Then why does it ask me,
Why are you like this?
I said, you can choose to like/ dislike
But I am only and only
your prototype!

Infected

While the words
Never came out
They created a world 
Of their own
Inside
Which was growing in size
Taking my energy
My breath
My power to think
Comprehend
Understand
Trees grew on that land
And the fruits were the words
Much more magnified
Ugly
Shapeless 
Spread over
Ready to fall away from the tree
And infect the other world!

Give and take!

On the days
When i didn't know
When I had nothing to hold
And had to throw

On the days
When I feel weak
I felt I couldn't last a single day
Probably not more than a week

On the days 
When I was somewhere else
I didn't recognise the world
It was too dense 

You sent someone
You sent something
To make me realise
There is hope
There are reasons to live
There is so much more to get
Than you can ever give!