Chitto Jetha Bhoyeshunyo (Where The Mind Is Without Fear)

I think it’s time I started believing in God, for real. Because Life, Experience and Google really don’t have all the answers. Almost every respectable immortal soul, had at one point of time or the other, commented on the importance of a dilemma that rises up inside our own selves. Not minor dilemmas like choosing the right color of clothing on a Monday. A dilemma where you ask yourself if everything that you’ve done or everything that you stand for, is worth believing in. If I, as an individual, am capable of looking at myself in the mirror and telling myself that I’m doing the right thing. All my life, I’ve told myself that logic prevails, that the foundation of being a good human being, lies in being logical. If I try to connect myself with the idea of an omnipresent god, I must accept that she/he is logical, and so must I. And it doesn’t make sense to be vague or abstract in matters that relate to the soul, because it’s not just one answer that I seek.

I write, because I feel it’s the right thing to do. I breathe, because I believe that my life serves a certain purpose. I go to work every day because I believe it makes sense to give back to the community that helped me survive in my darkest hour. I love, because love triumphs all. But above all, to everyone that I may have knowingly or unknowingly hurt in my twenty three years of existence, I apologize. I am young, and a novice in all forms of existential mechanisms. There are a million things that I probably don’t understand, and every day is a struggle to overcome that state of being naive. I apologize to any of my readers who weren’t satisfied with the material that I’ve written upon. I apologize to my parents for the consistent battles of solitude that I force them into, during my outbursts. I apologize to all women-kind in general, for the galactic amount of disrespect and/or pain that I may have caused. I apologize to the god of logic, wherever she/he exists, because my dilemma leads me to believe that I am a miserable failure in that department.

I apologize to every human being whose lives could have been a little better, had I built on my conviction to help them, despite my own shadows of closed-loop thoughts. I apologize to each passing second of time, where I don’t justify my existence as a man. For me, there has always been one pledge and one pledge only. I think, at times, recalling the one true ‘mantra’ in your life brings you at par with who you are, for real. And that goes beyond Google. I really believe in these few lines, and I believe in everyone who understands the importance of these words.

Where the mind is without fear and the head is held high;

Where knowledge is free;

Where the world has not been broken up into fragments by narrow domestic walls;

Where words come out from the depth of truth;

Where tireless striving stretches its arms towards perfection;

Where the clear stream of reason has not lost its way into the dreary desert sand of dead habit;

Where the mind is led forward by thee into ever-widening thought and action;

Into that heaven of freedom, my Father, let my country awake.

I don’t have a plea to anyone, because copping a plea has seldom worked for even lesser souls on this plant. I only have a prayer. Let logic prevail. Whatever is right in this world, should be given the voice and ability to thrive and survive. And I want to end this terrible rant with some of the best lines by The Beatles.

When I find myself in times of trouble

Mother Mary comes to me

Speaking words of wisdom, let it be

And in my hour of darkness

She is standing right in front of me

Speaking words of wisdom, let it be

Let it be, let it be

Let it be, let it be

Whisper words of wisdom, let it be

And when the broken hearted people

Living in the world agree

There will be an answer, let it be

For though they may be parted

There is still a chance that they will see

There will be an answer, let it be.