Living isn’t breathing forever, I get it!

“To live is to survive and to survive is not to forget to live till death”

To mankind, unlike the other animal stereotypes, it is unwillingly happening the touch of life with no tongue to taste. It is sometimes we think that we know but we all take is not the essence of it but the bagasse to lead a life. Not the waste will have something to take a gulp of sweetness nor the hunger satisfies. To mankind, to live for real is coming out of the boundaries, of not countries but self-imposed in the stereotypic civilization through centuries.

Once a great man asked me a dime to buy food and another one begged me to buy a decor of organic value. Unfortunately, we named the first kind as a beggar and the second as a businessman. All beggars, so-called by us, who struggle to survive is living a moment while eating the hard-earned food on the streets whereas the businessman is in the pursuit of another dime while chewing it. At the end of the day, both survive, both sleep.

Living, as I knew had computers, gadgets, and other non-living nomenclature that were used to die by the end of the day and we named them batteries. People die so, every evening and wake up fully charged the next morning. I realized that we both have no difference but the difference in the battery technologies that we run on. If electricity helped them recharge, food helped us to. Like there are quick charging technologies, mankind had invented energy drinks that run the dead spirits in the evenings till morning. Whoa! That’s great progress in defying the reality of being an earthly creature.

Still, we call ourselves living beings and call the machines the ‘things’. My exploration of the definition of life has been extended to the mechanisms of living. Unlike the so-called ‘things’, we breathe. Is that what makes us have a life? This shouldn’t be contrary to any ‘thingly’ mechanisms as they don’t. When I was thinking about this and keying it down on my computer, it hissed with the fans inside that work to cool down the processors. So do have we, two, called lungs doing the same with the brain. This good contrary and uniqueness have thrown me into sandpits of confusion again.

I almost quit this pursuit until I watched an old couple singing and dancing on YouTube. They said that they have met in the working departments on Wednesday and married the following Saturday. A supercomputer could have made decisions quicker than that older couple but it would never have connected the same way they did.

If life is what you realize that your better half is that person in such a short time if people call that love and finding ‘the one’ if the life we call is sweet enough to have married for 44 years and till death, if life is what gave them hope hand in hand to perform an outstanding performance, then life is not that need a breath forever, then life is not that would need waiting for love instead find one, then life is not that mechanism of living that pumps oxygen to the brain and keeps it working, then life is not that food that fills in energy within us, then life is not that we wake up planning the day every morning, then life is not sipping the cane juice drop by drop, then life is not that fill the stomach, then life is not that earning money that we can ‘only’ use.

To the realization of my senses, life is that which satisfies the hunger but no need to fill the tummy, like a mother satisfies her hunger seeing her kids eating. Life is not that begging a sale but a dime to buy food as you need it as your last chance awaits. Life is not the quick way of filling energy into the body but to savor the way like we enjoy licking the ice cream than swallow it at once. Life is not that we need to breathe forever but to live that moment instead of surviving, like those who still live dead, living. I get it now. I get it clear!

The god exclusive – granny’s logic

I am an atheist for my grandma, but I am a devotee of no god for myself. The concept of faith in God for me always dangled at the edge of fear of existing of evil. Those too at night times at most.

When I was growing up, the people going to temples and offering something to gain something didn’t seem correct to my logic. Their deal-making prayers that I have been watching were never heartfelt. But yet, they believe themselves the greatest devotees of him/her.

I was even pretty confused with the people dividing God into two species male and female. Particularly in a religion like Hinduism, the number of gods count equals the end of numbers. It is good to worship those with great and divine qualities and Indians have this custom for ages. That is why many kings are still worshipped as gods in the country and the count has no ending number.

I have a grandmother from my mother’s side, and she is the oldest in our family. She knew all the Indian customs and traditions of doing the events and worships. She is the first guide of our families and neighbors in every family activity. I once happen to visit her. This is how our conversation went on,

“How are you, granny? how is your health?”

“I’m fine, my prince charm. Are you not eating well these days?”

Mom’s and their mothers are always that caring to say it even to a 200-pound grandson.

“Yes, I am. I am good. Don’t worry. I am even going to the gym these days.”
“The Gym!!? What is it? Another tuition?”
“No! granny, It’s like going walking in the morning.”
“Oh!!”
Meanwhile, a neighbor housewife came to take advice for her chickenpox affected little daughter. My granny started her lessons of wisdom to her. She was saying,
“Make a bed of neem leaves. Make small marbles of neem leaves paste and give it all three times a day. Only use neem plants to scratch the spots,” and when she was about to leave noted all the instructions in her brain, my granny left her last tip of wisdom.
“..and..” granny continued, “Never clean the room till the goddess goes away.” touching her cheeks with her palms. The neighbor housewife followed her, touched her cheeks, and left.
“Granny!! Goddess, you mean?” I spoke after listening to their conversation all along, interestingly.
“Yes!! Smallpox is a goddess. It is good to have her on, once at least in a lifetime.”
“But, we should keep the surroundings clean Nah!”, I said.
“No! We should not! If we keep the surroundings clean, the goddess will like the place and stay forever.”
What logic! That stroke my senses like lightning from the silent sky.
“So, whose goddess is she?”
“Who else’s? Ours only!” Hindu’s she meant.
“So, you mean our goddess will not affect the Muslims and Christians, right?”
Granny sensed my sarcasm. With a smiley face, “why won’t they get? They will get affected too.” She said, smiling at my atheism.
“But, she is our only God, right? The exclusive one? Christians have Jesus, and Muslims have Allah. Oh!! That means Christians will have Mother Mary, isn’t it?”

She understood that I was teasing her. She had no answer of course. She just waved her hand down and turned her face aside.