CHAPTER 9: DOES HE KNOW A MOTHER'S HEART

Last year, I bought a copy of Arun shourie’s book named “Does he know a mother’s heart?” This book is a little bit different from his other works. In this, he narrates his personal life, but not in full. Shourie mainly seeks the ‘reason for suffering’ of people, as depicted in various religious scriptures. As one can expect, there arises many contradictions. So, the book exposes and attacks all the scriptures and the contradictions. Many books criticizing religion and beliefs are available in the market. But Shourie’s work concentrates on the inadequacy of the explanation for suffering, as given in various religious scriptures.

My belief in religion starts from my childhood days. From my grandparents it descended to me. Every evening I used to listen to mythological stories about the deities Siva, Krishna, etc narrated by them. Hindu mythologies are vast and deep like the ocean. Everything from nail to ‘Pushpaka Vimana’, from termite to elephant plays varied roles in these stories. Though such stories were showered in plentiful into my tender ears I did not consider myself as a hard devotee of any of these idols. Even when I believed, it was not blind belief. Even while disbelieving, there is no harsh heresy. I think rationality has always got a place in Hindu thoughts. Rationality – saving one from tilting to either of the extremes of blind belief or heresy - it is always felt as a pacifying factor.

Erosion in my religious beliefs started with the decline of my hearing ability. By the time I was 20, I became totally confused.  Why the medical treatments failed, making the ardent prayers of my relatives and mine ineffective? Why this disability fell on me rather than on a cruel man? The answers to these questions I got, pointed to and underlined the fact that the human life is purely mechanical - it is not controlled by any super natural agency. But because of the absence of first cause, I thought God might have created world - but He is not controlling his creation. I told this idea to many. But they only confined their opinions in a smile. As days passed, I understood personally that even this concept of God falls roughly in Yoga System, in a critical study. A deistic God; God created the world - but not running it. Then I came to realise - there are many more ways than what I thought before, to be a Hindu. Hinduism’s framework can contain even an atheist or a nihilist. From then on, I loved to be in the fold of Hinduism. But God remained as a mystery to me.

My parents and relatives are very religious minded people. But whenever I asked them why this misfortune fell on me, their reply was in resonance with the medical doctors, rather than with the priests. I had well planned to resist them, if they come up with replies like fate or Karma. Such arguments have no place here. We don’t have to read any particular book to wake up to this truth. Just need to keep a rational mind - that will do. My relatives have answered to my query - ‘nerve is weak’, ‘Vitamin deficiency’ - etc. No one told me that it is 'God's Will '. Thus I lost a chance to fight with the ‘believers’.

I know it is my severe mental suffering that drove me away from gods. What all I had in my mind for years, is beautifully narrated by the truly eminent writer, Mr Shourie. When my eyes ran through the pages of ‘Does he know a mother’s heart’, I was not overpowered by the ideas presented there, because they were not unfamiliar to me.

Arun Shourie portrayed the picture of many sufferers, who turned agnostic.

CHAPTER 7: EN-ROUTE TO BLOGOSPHERE

Certain minor decisions can, sometimes, altogether alter the entire course of our life. Such changes may be for good or bad - may become the cause for a positive or negative attitude towards life. The interesting thing to note here is that, we often take such decisions in the most light-hearted way and without giving much thought about the impacts they may have in our future life. The importance of that decision, we took, may dawn upon us only after years. Only time can judge. Time will select and determine which decision to emerge as the king maker. In my life too, Time has chosen a minor decision as a king maker. It was my decision to enter into the Malayalam Blogosphere. I decided to start an account in Blogger on 14th November, 2006 and began to blog. This decision I took, altogether changed the course of my life in the most positive way, I should say.

I really started writing from my early life itself; after my school education, to be precise. During my college days, I was all by myself everywhere. No one was ready to befriend me; so nobody to converse with. This was the situation not only at my college but, roughly, at my native place also. In those days, my immense desire to communicate with someone manifested in the form of scribbles in my diary; literally I was conversing with that piece of paper. I wrote about all the incidents in my life, especially the ones which pained me a lot. Slowly these writings shifted from the frame work of mere notes about such incidents or the daily chores. They began to attain the flavour of literature, a hue of narration as in a novel. I must say, the absolute silence, into which I was forced to plunge, was the single most factor which aroused the passion for writing in me. 

Apart from such diary scribbles, I wanted to write some quality literature. This idea dawned in me during my stay at Trivandrum. One day, I happened to see some writings on my friend’s personal diary, which he kept open over the table. It was all about his lady love at the college. What he wrote cannot be called a poem, or a story... those were just words - the sweetest words coming from the depth of the heart of a love-smitten person. There was no specific structure to those writings, yet so beautiful. I was moved; and it filled me with a strong desire to write something on my own. But somehow I could not put in the efforts for that, then.

Two years passed. Once again I came to Trivandrum for the work at Keltron. I got a friend named Raju, and he was the reader, appreciator and critic of my writings. He praised me a lot for some of my works; at the same time, he pleaded with me to 'stop writing for ever’ seeing some of the others. I took all his criticisms in the right sense and never allowed his opinion to affect me in a negative way.  I continued my writing; and it attained the full momentum after I started a blog in my mother tongue, Malayalam.

Entry into the Blogosphere brought many beneficial changes to me. I became more vigilant while interacting with people. I noticed their style and personality. I tried to see even their normal behavioural patterns in an entirely different perspective - that is, adding some kind of an abnormality - and sought for a thread of story in them. I realised that a story writer should be a good liar and his imagination should flare without any limits. All these changed my outlook on life considerably. Abilities which were hitherto unknown to me myself, suddenly sprang to life! Thanks to the Blogosphere, they are now being well nurtured and protected.

Sometimes, we may have to face continuous setbacks in life. But there are various ways to forget or ignore such failures and keep our spirit and morale high. Desisting from all activities and shutting yourself up in an isolated compartment is not at all a remedy. It will only worsen the situation. Inertia is not something that human mind relishes or finds pleasure with; what it craves for is work, work and work - something to be engaged in and demands all its time, attention, interest and devotion. An idle mind will wander aimlessly through an un-realistic world, where there is minimal interference or influence from the material world, we live.  The absence of such reins from the real world hypes our mind to an uncontrollable level which, in turn, causes sheer wastage of our time and capabilities. Do not let ourselves lie trapped in such conditions; rise up and find out a new arena that is more engaging and interesting. That will make us strong enough to withstand the mental stress. I kept my calm & cool and remained comfortable in Blogosphere, even while being thrashed by continuous setbacks like severe discrimination etc. in my profession in the IT field. 

I thank all the Malayalam bloggers for the great support and inspiration they provided to me so lavishly.

What is 'HOPE'? Hope can be defined as a positive state of mind - expecting the occurrence of something we covet the most, either in the near or distant future. This definition may be inadequate. A definition must bring out the precise meaning, significance, depth and implication of a word. Thus defining something is a tough task indeed.

According to the time-span, we give, HOPE can be classified into two - Short term HOPE (which we expect to get realized within a short span of time) and Long term HOPE. For the former, we can fix a time-frame; these are less problematic. But the latter type is dangerous as we cannot always fix a comfortable time-frame for its realization. Such a long term HOPE, if not realized within the expected time, we will not give it up, instead, will allow more time for its realization. This process may continue endlessly such that in the end, HOPE shifts its domain from something that 'will happen’ to something that 'might happen’; i.e., from a Semi-Real state to the Non-Real state. In the former case, HOPE is something that holds a positive image while in the latter case HOPE may become the imagery of uncertainty. 

I made a major plan for my writing. A long term Hope was part of this plan. But I could not attach a flexible time frame to this due to the absence of a supporting system. Later, I made more plans with strict time frames, but all depending on the major plan. Thus, if the first plan collapses or gets postponed, the rest too will follow the suite. Matters progressed in that direction itself exactly as I feared. My first plan failed; so were the other plans too. 

I learned a good lesson from this experience. We should not devise such long term HOPEs because in that case, HOPE itself may become another hope in the course of time. Short term HOPEs are the best.