Fact of the Matter

1000 fall from a 50m high cliff. All perish but one.

The logical fact derived out of the above observation is, anyone will die upon falling from the cliff. The sole exception to the fact constitutes the faith in God.

Faith, which blesses one in million, is treated as param satya (the ultimate truth). Rest all is rubbished as maya (illusion). 🙏

In our irrational world, there is no absolute or perfect entity. The mathematics is closest to it but yet too far. The calculus of infinitesimals, limited by infinity, gives you very accurate approximations, which is good enough for scientific working of various machines and human generated systems with in the tolerance range required. e.g. nobody cooks a recipe to exact measurements, yet most of the time we leave dining tables licking fingers.

 It’s the little bias, or the impurity of a semiconductor, which sets the ball rolling in this universe. But why do we need to pray and revere God for this little foul play? There are zillions or infinite number of other creatures who have been carrying on without offering or sparing a single penny or thought for the invisible guy. During my last sixty years, I have seen no use of him except for the political one.

Our faiths are toxic and we need to learn to enjoy the randomness and uncertainty in life. We get one life to live in present. Past is past, future is bonus. 😊

Knotty at Sixty

At 60, the nature's eraser is working on me faster than ever before. Fading and disintegrating body contours, dimming and dulling senses and a slowing processor; the changes are for real before the complete metamorphosis of the body into ashes n dust.

With near future so ashy and khaki, no wonder we scramble to hold on to past. We cling on to the faiths of distant past.

 We think strapping up to distant past would catapult us far in future. And by stroke of luck, we may even overshoot Time and become immortal (achieve Nirvana). 

The tenacity to defy the nature's laws and the ultimate truth, the death, can stretch us to any length backwards. But the irony is, as we stretch backwards, we become rigid and more rigid. Thereby not only losing any chance of gracefully bracing what future holds for us in store, we become a stumbling block of the past. 😀😀 

So guys, have no strings on you and be worthy of a graceful exit. 🙏