Living on a Prayer

I have always liked to believe that 'Tough times don't last...tough people do. '

Often I have wondered how tough should one be to be able to live on your own ? Our minds are designed to be associated with others .In other words we are inherently made to be dependent on others and for others to depend on us .

If that is true , then how do people live alone ?

People go through terrible times - deaths , murders , rapes , fatal illness and physical damages of their near and dear ones and yet they continue to live . Where do these people draw their strenght from?strength to live each day all over again...

Rewind to year 1995.A friend passed away. Later I learnt that she was an adopted child.fast forward another 6 months and her father passed away.Her mother continues to face each day inspite of the loss and is still living her life.She is independent and I hope is happy with the way she has confronted her life.Kudos to her.That is courage to me.

Rewind back 7 days from now . One great man that I know of suffers from a stroke.3 days later he is on life support.His wife was asked by the doctors if they could remove the life support and let him die peacefully.They have no children.Wife could not take the decision to kill her only friend,a confidante and a loving husband. Who will take care of his wife? Did anyone up there think of that before deciding to take away what mattered to her the most?

Why is life so unfair to some and so lovely to others?

Some lucky people die without seeing death , pain , misery ? And why some of us have to see it all?

I know this post is 'not practical' so to speak.

But am I the only one who feels others' pain ?

So much pain that I see , so much suffering around me...this life is tough and I get weaker living each day...

Yeah...yeah I know there is a lot to be done and that I should plan,arrange my thoughts in a constructive manner ...should do something to change things around me...I know that. I have done some too and I know that there is lots more to do.

But then who mends a broken , dismantled heart ? It isn't so easy to be so practical at all times.

This life...is not fair.
I wish for destinies to change for a while , for good luck to swap with bad luck and for some happiness in the lives of those who are sad and alone.

My heart goes out to them...it always did . I can't be more practical than this.

Destiny and Morality

I came back from Kuala Lumpur,Malaysia on July 18th , 2007. Just about six weeks after that I hear of a friend visiting KL . Now I met this friend just once and due to a particular reason we never really could see each other again. The reason in particular being that he was from across the border...Paki land so to say.

I almost missed an opportunity to see a very dear friend . Not knowing for certain if I'll ever see this person adds to the misery .

I have never really been able to fathom all the hype the media creates about Pakistan and India .The recent addition of bringing in singers from there with TV programs using this effectively , further adds to the already created hype .

I am not saying that it isn't right to do these things . It is perhaps good in more than one way .

My only worry is that oddly enough we are forced to associate ourselves with the real emotions. We watch soppy movies and programmes about failed relationships , about winners , about India-Pakistan and we cry over it . We let ourselves believe that we are kind , generous,wonderful and loving people.

In the end...we ...in particular- this generation ,forgets and moves on to other worries and this is a never ending cycle .

I have always recognized the problems we face .. Maybe that is what keeps me far away from the land of indifference . Having said that I also don't know how to set about a real change ? Or is the notion of being a changemaker flawed in itself ?Is it another way to just get rid of the guilt ? Is there self interest in this as well?

I have often asked myself why we need a few Rang De Basantis and Chak Des to make us think , to make us want to be nice human beings?
Why does not this happen on its own without any external force asking us to think about it?

Anyone listening?