A Call

I want to finish this  because I started it better. Did not feel like deleting this post  since  I have spent the whole one year without penning any thin g worth while engrossed in social networking forgetting my inner space and it's stirring. While beginning to write  strangely I had a   feeling i have a problem with punctuation. why there is a  capital letter  at the beginning of each  sentence? Can't I  use small" i" for first person ? i thought  "i" was very big even bigger than the world when actually i was very tiny . As the years passed on I realized my "I" is actually very small.  I found the bigger truth that I am nothing but a small iota in this cosmos.   All the happenings look like stage plays and characters out playing their roles tearing their chests to prove a point ... the points  our ancestors  have fought for for million times with no distinct  outcome and laid  dead some where in their graves. Why this  chest tearing won't fructify ? For a simple reason that interests are clashing. Yet somebody interferes  with fingers pointing towards some scriptures. Still battles are fought . All goes into destruction. Empires ,nations, built over years sweating are trampled and crushed. Interestingly neither of them survive eternally to celebrate their triumphs. An aftermath  excursion shows  graves gathering  dust and dry leaves,  and ashes and bones  thrown to Panchbhutas, tomb stones broken by vandals.  Yet we all feel we have points to prove and fight . 

Look at what Vishwaroopam did to the governments and film fraternity. In some quarter or other  we find some protest or  detest regarding some novel, movie or a comment. Clearly  we are  turning too intolerant. Fighting is practiced as art of life.  Years ago only social cause was held high  now contrary personal causes and objections sit  on top and social cause or justice went into oblivion.  Should we treat these trends as change in society or is it peculiar to our society?  

All that begins well should end well. Again I am caught up with false ideals and false values and false conclusions. Many things that began well ended horribly. Lot many things that began shabbily took beautiful shape in the end. We are caught up tightly in our belief systems. Beliefs cause grief and elation.  Can anyone survive without a belief? Yes one can with a thought  that their soul is pure and unhitched by the needless weight of preconceived notions. Is this not a belief ?  No it is dexterity and sojourn to the site of absoluteness.