Life is a lost battle...

The day we were born a battle begun. Battle of Life. But I wonder whether its worth fighting. The battle which is already lost. Everyday we fight for the survival and every night we sleep celebrating the victory of that day. But is this a victory or just an illusion, just a consolation, just a lie which we tell us every night.

We are afraid of death and every day we fight to escape; pretending to be optimisitic about our beliefs. How long are we going to run, how far can we run. Until the day comes when we are on our death bed, and our whole life just flashs in front of our eyes, and we realize that the whole life was a biggest joke nature played.
Love, emotions, beliefs, opinions , ideas, achivements, excellance everything we cared about through-out our life become so worthless, so unimportant in that one moment. The moment we realize that everything is fake and eternal truth of life is its end..
Thats the worst moment of life, when we understand it was a lost battle we were fighting against. It was illusion which we believed in...

But I still wonder...
Are we prepared to accept death as a part of life, are we ready to consider life is not running away from death, but accepting it. Are we ready to look at life beyond a survival. Are we prepared to win the lost battle....

Dogs have Soul. What about ours...?

Many a time we come across a moment which keeps its mark somewhere deep in our mind. And every now and then this thought keeps popping out, asking for explanation, which we fail to deliever. Once such insignificant event happened couple of months ago....

We here in CSE department(IITB) have a department dog. The only reason we call it our department dog is, he is found loitering in the department corridors. Its a very week, diseased dog, with a broken leg, its eyes popping out of skull and its ribs tearing the skin. We always felt pity for the dog, but very few bothered to fed it.

On evening, When I was coming to the department. What I saw just shocking. A big healthy dog was trying to get in to the department, and from no ever our own diseased dept. dog attacked the healthy dog to defend its territory, it was barking with all its energy and it appeared furious. We had never seen it in such a mood. It kept barking until the other dog had left the territory.

It was amazing to watch weak creature standing to defend its on region. To stand for what it believes in. To fight, to sacrifice without fear to lose or to die. For the first time I felt that dog has soul. But, then what about us? How much do we care about our on house, state, country for that matter. I just wonder if some robber breaks into our house, what will we do. I guess we ll prefer him to take what ever he wants. But the point we miss is, he is not intruding into our house made of concrete and iron , but he is attacking our beliefs, our dreams, our self-respect, our independence, our territory. And wat is the easiest way for us is!, Just to allow him to exploit it. We are afraid of fighting for what we believe in. And thats why I wonder where is our soul..?

We can argue that defending its territory is animals first instinct. But then what about our instincts, Is it that our intelligence has taken over them? Is it that intelligence has over-powered our soul...

The thought is still haunting me. May be some day I will be as strong as our own diseased department dog.

Silent Post.....