CLAT and Karma

Grey trees
Today is Dec 18th (IST) and why does this date make me sad ? I am thinking of that girl in Delhi whose face was splashed with nitric acid just a a few days back. She wanted to write the CLAT exam and had wanted to be a judge. Today she's in the hospital, I have no idea if her eyes will be okay and this to me is painful and distressing.

What a terrible blow to her dreams, her aspirations and a loss to our country too !!! 

If she loses a year, that is still a lost year. And what about her future life ? What about her face ? Our face is our identity after all. I had seen one case during my engineering college days too. And felt the same anger, anguish for that girl.

How do men perpetuate such crimes ? Where they hate someone so much that want to erase her essence like this ? What makes them think they the right to do so ? This is masculine energy gone so wrong, where they believe in rights that they have not earned. This is the mantra of incels too and then of course of the whole set of people afraid of women's rights and the female trafficking offenders.

Now just imagine, if part of the victim's anguish and suffering can be given to these people. Say - if acid attack, well then they will also get one free as a part of the punishment. After all why should they not face the same trauma that the poor kid is undergoing ? Every crime should have an element of the victim's trauma added to the perpetuator's punishment. Even supposedly white collar crimes that cause financial misery and suicides in so many families.

I have always thought that 'An eye for an eye' will not make the whole world blind. It will make a portion blind but be a deterrent to the rest. After all that is how we are not yet in a nuclear war right ? Not that this is a guarantee that there will not be one. As days pass - 'Matrix' like days don't seem far away.

I have never understood all these TED talks about vulnerability and empathy being great qualities. Once you read "The 48 laws of power" by Robert Greene and "The art of war" by Sun Tzu, they seem even more laughable. On top of that such talks are mostly by women !!! 

I guess I feel this way because I on certain issues I think I empathize to a detrimental extent. The dark side is that it is easy to feel so much that it weighs down on you. Long time back I had volunteered in a counselling center - I had to quit in a month (and the head counsellor agreed !) . It was so depressing - most of the women cited that the violence brought about on their person was by someone they knew !!! 

I believe cruelty and kindness know no religion or gender though. However it does make me wonder, is karma really a thing ? Or just statistical normality - after all everyone gets some kind of comeuppance in life at sometime. Is that all it is ? 

All this talk by saints and religious orders - all this assurance about rebirth, paying for your sins or that the meek shall inherit earth and about heaven and hell; is it just a hoax or a way in which to answer the most basic query by all - Will injustices seen in the world go unpunished ?

I have read the book 'Karma' by Sadhguru and I still do not feel enlightened about this aspect at all. I am still skeptic. And yet one keeps faith, because if one does not do so, where can one go for spiritual succor ? Hope keeps everything alive and one needs hope in divine justice.

So today as I sit here on a relaxing Sunday, thinking of watching the World Cup Football final, my heart goes out to that 17 year old school girl, whose dreams of writing the CLAT today have been taken away so sadistically.  My prayers to her and hope God gives her the strength to get through this phase and come out shining and bright on the other side. Her path is not going to be easy.

And a year has passed ...

Weeping Willow

And so a year has gone by since that soul passed away. Today, at odd times I would remember - at this time she was alive, now, oh god now she must have gotten hurt and by now she was gone.

Made me think - 

- One never knows when it is going to be one's last day.
- One never knows the last time one would say bye to a beloved sibling. 
- One never knows the last time one would plan a joyous occasion with friends.
- So many lasts..... Too many lasts...

And so many I have gone through. Each loss is a drip of acid on my heart.

Why ARE we here ? Everything seems meaningless in the end.

Grief changes shape, but it never ends.


How do you measure a life ?

How do you measure a life ?

The loss of one has upended so many beliefs.

Even with records we fade in three generations at most. 

Would you measure a person by their accomplishments ? The change they brought about in the world ? Where could the common person go in this case ? ( All those bones in the bone museum in Europe ? )

By the number of people who grieved their loss ? By the lives they touched - small or big ?

I do not have answers but it makes me think ........

Blues and Grays

 A new year unseen,

A celebration not participated in,

Time moves on, relentless; 

Repudiating the mourning within.