Yin and Yang

Morality. Ayn Rand defines the word as –

defines a code of values to guide man’s choices and actions – the choices and actions that determine the course of his life.

There is male, there is female. There is one, there are many, there is none. There is pleasure, there is pain. There is earth, there is sky or water. You pick 2 things that the faculty of human mind has deemed antagonistic, inimical or simply just opposite. And if you have trouble coming to a conclusion that neither is right nor wrong, you have to start observing. Simply observe. Observe how you have both the male and female inside you. How your body is built around combining the power of both the energies; how each one of us is the living embodiment of Ardhnarishwar! We only ever forgot about them because our brains are now conditioned to run for logic (left brained) leaving creativity (right brained) by the wayside.

We were probably created by that one point sized source of energy that, probably in a dream or humor, decided to part into two, a moment in which it was unconscious or who knows conscious. It may have had no business dividing itself, but now that it had divided itself, everything that came later had to have 2 parts to every part of it (you see how I’m running towards logic here, leaving creativity by the wayside). I just want to say that we’re all built of two. A “two” that comes from one. And as everything is built of two, the universe gives you two of everything that are often polar opposite of each other. Yin and Yang, Black and White, 0 or 1 – it’s up to you to simply choose one. Nothing is wrong, nothing is right – it’s all a perception, a choice made in a situation presented to you cemented by your agreement to accept the inevitable result, which in itself is exposed to infinite possibilities. These choices that you make, make up your morality; a propensity to choose in a certain way given similar set of conditions in the future.

There you go, that’s morality for me – we’re all one, made up of infinite. I’ve always known that I’m different. Physically, mentally, emotionally, I am not the regular guy I seem to be on the outside. I’ve struggled to deal with people and mostly because I trust too easily and I am very emotional. It was hard finding truths about myself because I was always surrounded by people who never shared my priorities or philosophies. Yes, only now do I realize that I’ve always had philosophies. And only now am I able to shape them, mend their architecture to love myself more. The societal “responsible” tag has remained forever with me and it’s something I don’t wish to give up but now I place myself on priority too. I wish to give myself opportunities to love and fall but with grace and never having to hurt anyone which in most cases is, never inciting ill feelings inside another human heart. My work will only be limited to keeping a clean sheet between 2 hearts but being infinite with myself, never purging an emotion or action if it relieves me or keeps me in a zero unhindered state.

I am my truths and fallacies and so I am the living embodiment of my morality. I know there is a lot that I can change about me that’ll make my masters and God proud of me but somewhere I know they are already proud of who I am today and how far I have come.

The Story Of A Lemon Race

“Did someone just POOP?”.

I dreaded/dodged this question for an awfully long time during my childhood. Well let me just admit it – I had weak bowels! I suffered disasters when none expected them and hence, the QUESTION. Those, who’ve borne witness to those grotesque scenes will admit that my primary school days weren’t very kind to me, and to them.

The issue as of today stands CORRECTED and hence, no qualms exist!!!

However relieving this embarrassing announcement is, announcing “IT” isn’t the primary aim of this post. But then, it also isn’t the aim of this blog, to find old classmates. In a rather surprising turn of events, Hina, my classmate from one of my primary schools, dropped me a warm message a few days ago and I couldn’t help but let you people in on it. I haven’t felt so thrilled in ages. You can find her comment in the link below –

Unforgettable Past – ITARSI – The Escapade

She not only remembers the characters in the post but she also was kind enough to let me know, how great our school really was during those days of limited resources and how exactly she stumbled upon my blog. She was searching for the name of our school and that’s how she came across Views Splash. Not only does the search thing on Google work, it actually provides my blog in search results too – amazing, isn’t it!

What I do want to share with you today though, is how I cheated for the first time (that I can remember of). It was nearing evening when our school decided to hold games for all the classes the next day and a messenger announced it in every class in those email-less days. I can’t recall clearly but think I participated in a couple of events, one of which was the “Lemon Race”. After being told to bring a spoon for the race, I was explained how the race is run. The contestants hold their spoons in their mouth using the handle and place the lemon on the curve and run without dropping the lemon. Whoever crosses the finish line first, wins!

I went home and told my mother about it. We sat for dinner when I saw my brother suckle at his favorite spoon and an idea struck the dead neurons in my brain. The spoon you see was quite broad at the handle and had a rather deep oval.

“This will definitely suffice my need” and so I thought.

After the dinner, I picked the spoon, placed a lemon on it, pursed the handle of the spoon between my lips and ran. The lemon fell after a few steps. I ran again and the lemon fell.

“This isn’t working”.

I tried again to check my fault and it turned out, the oval was doing its job correctly at the front but the lemon jumped ship from the back i.e. the handle end. So I worked with the spoon a bit and lifted the oval of the spoon to roughly 165 degrees with the handle which further deepened the spoon and gave the lemon a resting arm. I ran again and this time the lemon didn’t fall off. Now I happily awaited the next day to check out my competition and see how everyone else was faring with their spoons and whether there were any tricks used like I had.

The next evening arrived and the event-o-clock struck. As I went around casually checking everyones spoons, I found they hadn’t tinkered the slightest with the spoon. I started feeling guilty the moment I hit the finishing line in the first place. I saw everyone and only one other boy had managed to finish with rest trying to figure out where their lemons scurried to.

I won a plate, with a rather uncomfortable conscience, and yet I was still proud, not for winning the competition though. I was proud for I tried something different with my brain, something I wasn’t really used to. Regarding the guilt, I guess I was so small then that, it was better I left the guilt at the finishing line.

The reason for this post is 2-fold –

1. Weekly Writing Challenge – Memoir Madness. I now proudly say that –

“When life gave me lemons, I won a lemon race”.

2. The link between my confession in the first part of the post and the second is the friend who found me. A lot of school memories came flooding back and I shared two of those with you, the ones that really turned some of my early ways. It shows how embarrassment and guilt are some of the ingredients I’ve dealt with in my recipe called Life.

Kids and Internet+Sex

What makes you a kid?

A desire to be playful.

Desire to play X-box/video games/computer games.

Desire to play pranks all the time.

Desire to stay with friends and never be responsible for your actions with parents intrusion a mandate.

Don’t know about today’s time but in our days, kids were just kids. They played, ate and studied. That’s it. No responsibilities, just chores to do, games to play and books to study.

But look at the kids today. They have a host of activities given to them by their schools. They know a lot, they can configure internet by themselves, facebooking, twittering on iPhones, Samsungs and flying, dancing, creating creative videos. I like this and this is how kids should be. Malleable to the extent that they turn into what their parents would ever want them be. Some parents though leave it to their children to find out their own paths only for their own laziness sake and fail to take notice of the direction in which the child is being brought up. The kids then are left to learn on their own and often land into dangerous zones.

Some of the kids are so smart, they know more about sex than some of us married adults do. They know what porn is at the age of 7 or 8, they are already circulating porn clips over bluetooth, wi-fi and 3G/4G. It’s amazing how kids these days get so much information when there are firewalls, software’s that prevent accessing such websites and PC configurations that allow only certain users to login. Have parents no idea what kids can get into with all this information? They are young playful minds and hardly ever do they know what stuff do they have their hands on.

In our days, parents used to govern over what time would we go out to play and they would check whether we had finished our assignments. My mother used to put a PC password so we don’t break into the computer and start playing games while they went for a walk in their evenings. I don’t think it happens today at all. The kids take to tuition very early and parents sometimes relieve themselves of their duties to monitor their outdoor activities. Keeping away from home for extra hours citing extra tuition hours and other such blackmails often land parents and children into a tussle over trust.

Kids just know so much these days like their childhood has completely been engulfed by Google. Are there any outdoor activities at all? Are they strong? Do they carry even half of our immunity? They are given what they want because they, from either internet or friends, have figured out ways to blackmail their parents.

Facebook properly teaches them what the meaning of fuck is. All kinds of swears in every possible language are freely accessible and they learn it, and one day BAM, in front of parents, lands a swear bomb!

I can say that yes there is an age when children ought to be left free to learn and parents should indulge in it as well to keep a tab on the quality of education the young ones receive. Teach them about internet – it’s pro’s and con’s. Teach them about sex and how (it), if had prematurely, can land a child in trouble.

I write this as I see kids around me and all I can say that if not the most fulfilling but I had a very safe childhood while these kids are losing their way early. May be they’ll be smarter but I can’t guarantee a lot of self-respect.

I don’t want to indulge the parents who have been successfully raising their children full of values. Here I only talk about parents and kids who have faltered.