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T̶o̶o̶ ̶m̶u̶c̶h̶ Pain demands to be felt


Arnab Goswami on Times Now- “The nation mourns the death of Lieutenant General Veer Rathore”

Rahul Kankwal on Headlines Today – “Lieutenant General Veer Rathore will be missed”

The nation is shaken by the death of Lieutenant General Veer Rathore, who died in a war against naxalists, fighting on the north eastern frontiers of India. Reports say that naxalists managed to get external foreign support and Indian government has put an investigation into the whole matter. An army of 56 personnel was sent to fight the naxalists, and Lieutenant General Veer Rathore was given the lead. Rathore was one of the 8 people who died. Funeral attended by top leaders and army personnel, speeches and facebook statuses, regular news updates and twitter trends – all were happening in the country. The nation wondered what would be the state of his grieving family now? His sister? His parents? His mother? His mother did not shed a tear. Distant relatives came to his home in Amritsar and shed tears on her shoulder. The whole house was clad in white, and drowned with tears but not one drop rolled out of her eyes. “She must not be showing her emotions? She must be crying at night. Kya beet rahi hogi saade Mamta pe?”, her relatives thought. But Mamta Rathore did not feel one bit, did not cry for a second, and moved on too fast, it seemed. If she had cried, the society had come to wipe her tears. When she wasn’t crying now, the society wondered why. One heartless relative finally asked her if she wasn’t sad.

“Veer joined the army 6 years back. 3rd April 2009, I still remember the date. I thought to myself how resistant I was to let Veer go to hostel each April during his schooling and graduation days and now when he is going on the warfront, how can I let him go? I cried back then but finally let him go. He promised me that he will call whenever possible. His call was my only lifeline. He called each day without fail till the month of June when one day he told me that he may not contact me for the next few days as we was going on a war on the border. I wished him good health with a heavy heart. The war had been won by India but people were killed. There was no news of those who died. I cried back then. I called and nobody picked up. I called for more than 20 times that day. The next day too. Until in the evening, I received a call. I picked up and I started crying. I cried back then shouting on him that how can he not contact me sooner. He told me that he had just returned to the military base. I kept crying. It was like losing Veer when he did not pick up. The next year, we heard that there has been some bombarding on the military base. His cell was unreachable. A mother will always be so fragile. I cried back then. The next morning I got a call asking if I was Veer’s mother speaking. I cried back then. Then the person told me that Veer was safe and that he is being sent to Amritsar for a month to recover from the shock of bombarding and that we need to pick him up from the airport that evening. I ran to the kitchen and starting rolling rotis. I sent Veer’s father to the grocery shop asking him to bring vegetables. Veer’s sister skipped school and helped us. Veer was coming back! We went to the airport to pick him up and we cried back then. I cried back then. I cried when he narrated his close calls at the war front, when we again had to bid him goodbye, when he reassured me that he will be safe. Veer came to Amritsar only 4 times after that and over these years I’ve cried with every news update. I’ve cried with his every homecoming and when he cried on call how he lost his friends. In these last two years, when he went on war and the news people said something, I did not get as much tensed. I had experienced losing him so many times now. I did not get as much tensed but I prayed for his well being. I did not get complacent that he’ll be alive always but just that I hoped he would be fine. And in all the 7 wars he went on in these two years, he returned fine till this 8th one. My six years have gone in crying and experiencing the feeling of losing my child. I have felt pain like no other mother. How much shall this mother cry? I couldn’t cry now but now when I remember all this…” she cut her own speech as the first droplet showed in her eyes.

And then she spoke, “And Bhabhiji, dont think this teardrop is because Veer has gone. Nobody can miss him as much I do. But its not because he has gone. Its because you questioned my motherhood. Do eat before leaving. Thank you for being here.” The crowd cleared but Veer’s sister and father stood still. They came close and they hugged each other. Pain is like a thorn. A thorn which pricks you and causes bleeding and hurts you and causes a discomfort that you cannot run away from. One thorn can do so much. But a bed of thorns? They don’t hurt as much. Pain is something similar. It demands to be felt. But too much of it makes the heart thaw. Mamta Rathore. She felt the pain of not being able to protect her son, something which all mothers understand as their responsibility and duty. She felt the pain of her son being in danger again and again. She felt the pain of losing her son until God showed grace each time. Her son could have been one among his friends to die earlier and knew that pain. How much more can she feel? The pain finally got numb.

Department of the Army Best Warrior Competition 2010

Mamta Rathore and Veer Rathore are fiction but it tells us so many things. The first of those, as I said, about how much pain can a person feel? It finally makes him rigid. The second is of how futile these wars are. Wars raise questions on the most beautiful thing happening in the world – birth. Wars are a complete opposite to birth. Births and wars are not effortless. Deaths are. Wars question the most beautiful people giving birth – mother. Each person fighting has or have had a mother. Why do they fight by completely forgetting about them? One side will win. Someone will die. One mother will get hurt. ichetan   And just when I was completing this blogpost, my mother sitting beside asks me, “Aaj Vishakha kyu nai aayi school se?” once it got 20 minutes late to what her normal time for coming home is.


Biryani and Existence.

topic 1God narrates in The Egg by Andy Weir.

“You mean mankind? You want us to mature?”

“No, just you. I made this whole universe for you. With each new life you grow and mature and become a larger and greater intellect.”

“Just me? What about everyone else?”

“There is no one else,” I (God) said. “In this universe, there’s just you and me.”

You stared blankly at me. “But all the people on earth…”

“All you. Different incarnations of you.”

“Wait. I’m everyone!?”

“Now you’re getting it,” I said, with a congratulatory slap on the back.

“I’m every human being who ever lived?”

“Or who will ever live, yes.”

“I’m Abraham Lincoln?”

“And you’re John Wilkes Booth, too,” I added.

“I’m Hitler?” You said, appalled.

“And you’re the millions he killed.”

“I’m Jesus?”

“And you’re everyone who followed him.”


I am the person who I sit next to in college everyday. I am Banwari Chacha who lives in Bihar. I am Abhinav Bindra who brought pride to the nation, and I am Ram Singh, who hurt the India’s daughter and let the country down. God told me I am everyone, and everyone is me. How? Why? I cannot be called ‘Everyone’, who am I?

I am an avatar. Everyone is an incarnation. They are all my incarnations, and I am theirs.
A biryani at Yellow Chilli. There’s one taste throughout the pot containing biryani. Each small rice is an incarnation of the one supreme taste. The taste is the soul of that rice. Thus, soul is one. It just has many avatars.

How? All of us are incarnations, which means descent of some supreme being, but descents of which supreme being?

We are incarnations of a seed. Seed from the tree/plant, we know as God. Are we god then? No. We still have to grow through all the seasons, with all the water, sunshine and nutrients.

Seasons, water, sunshine and nutrients are all analogies to experiences which make us grow and each experience is a step towards being Him, being God.

Ask me if this is true or not, and I will ask you what is the purpose of our living then? Ask me what is the use of this, and I will give you a Google search with 41,90,00,000 results all explaining the ‘Meaning of Life.’
When the top managers are busy, they delegate tasks. That is just what God has done. The task of experiencing life has been delegated to us, the avatars. [You teach me science, I will teach you commerce. That way, I cannot convince you but I can confuse you for sure]

Bhagwad Gita says God is the life of all that lives, the seed of all existences and in one sense, everything. Quran says the world is an illusion. For us, it is an illusion. We think the world to be ours. It isnt.

But, I am not convinced myself. If the purpose of our living was only to get back with experiences, then has the human race not lived enough? Is the purpose not fulfilled? Why have the avatars not perished?
If I could answer this, then probably I would have run around my locality saying that I had a telepathy with God. [Many do claim that on India TV!} Obviously! Come to the biryani again. Only I know how much of that will be a good experience for me. And still, sometimes, with that kind of biryani, it is never enough.

But, if we are Avatars of something good, why some of us are bad? Justify the existence of evil.
There are less bad people in the world than we think. BIRYANI. I drool over that dish, But my cousin refuses to even taste it. When he tastes it eventually, he spits it out saying, “How bad does it taste!” I believe you are beginning to get my biryani analogies. [when the blog post is ending]
For the bad people who are really bad, it is what these avatars have chosen to be. Kali Maa killed many before her reckoning came. She chose to be ruthless and then her latter choices make us worship her today.
And if we do not experience bad, I won’t know how much important is good. I won’t drool over the biryani. I would just like it.

So, you are everyone. You are your enemy. You are every Muslim and Hindu and Christian. You are every North-East Indian you call Chinese and hurt them. When you hurt them, you hurt yourself. When you fight them, you fight yourself. I was asked how true this theory is. I believe it to be true because it talks about oneness. The purpose of each of us as incarnations is to just live and experience. Are we doing that enough?
Biryani’s purpose is just to serve us. Our purpose is to serve God. Are we doing that enough?

Hope I justified the idea for this blog post.
Too much gyaan. Too much hunger.

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