ROY

Lets not submerge in the noise of silence.

I recently watched the movie "Roy", I generated a strong feeling that I have to pen down my thoughts which evolved during the journey of the movie.

Movie moves with dual stories on parallel planes. Both stories are minutely stitched with each other. 

A successful movie director, Kabir portrayed to be a loner, is in the hunt for a new story for his upcoming sequel. A pack of smokes, glass of scotch, type writer on the table, nothing passes his mind which can be converted to a movie. He misses something, something unknown, or known but submerged deep inside.

A loner, sometimes I wonder, is loneliness a choice of an individual or it happens by chance. Human is a social being, are we going against the natural law by creating loneliness for oneself or  there no such law. Does loneliness help us to discover oneself,  to understand oneself, to increase mental strength, to take decisions of one's life, to direct our thoughts the way we want than to allow others to rule them, to feel the sense of real freedom when questions and answers do not accompany your actions, where time is under your control, where happiness and sadness, tears and smiles is felt by oneself.

Loners are developed on two dimensions. Under confidence, wherein our thoughts are ruled by others, wherein fear swallows our mind and we fail to live, reasons can be many, we find ourselves alone. Another dimension wherein confidence is at its peak, an individual who believes in his/her dreams and feels association with another individual is unnecessary, who feel, relationship is a burden or who have a fear  of attachment, even then we find ourselves alone.

The movie director catches a link and lands in Malaysia to shoot for his upcoming sequel. On the land of glory, he encounters another famous director Ayesha who is shooting for her movie. She strongly believes that the work of an individual reflects his personality, it is a best way to understand an individual. The interesting interaction of these creative directors sparks a relationship. He finds his story in the relationship and flows his movie based on the real life incidents with Ayesha.

His movie storyline ends with partition, distance, loneliness what, she believes is the soul of Kabir, that forces her to part from Kabir. Words can lie, but the work of an artist cannot.

 Kabir who has gone through 21 relationships , starts missing Ayesha. The question is , can an individual be a loner, does the loneliness loose its essence in the absence of a real partner, does the loneliness covert to noise in the absence of music, does the loneliness become a punishment without any purpose, does loneliness become torture without the individual we love. This pain makes Kabir change the end of his script to reunion and also makes Ayesha a part of his life.

Loneliness leads to freedom, right partner gives us the essence of freedom. So, it is not loneliness, but the freedom that an individual wants. Even a sperm, after ideal growth wants freedom from the mother's womb. So lets not create distance from relationships, lets choose the right partner

Purpose

" Good Morning !!" a sweet female voice ringing in my ears, imagination travels all over the heaven, dreams roll out beautiful scenes, life seems so much interesting until my shut eyes open to the real world. My eye lids pull down with ultimate force to get back into the beautiful world of sleep, my whole body support my vision parts and relax on the soft material under, except for the auto clock set in my brain which has high determination to push my 70 kg body out of the bed. I wonder, Is this the purpose of Life ?

The morning routine feels to be such a big challenge even though I have been doing it myself from 20 years till date, shocking. Something seems to be incomplete, like the Arabian grape juice with seeds, u always want the tasty juice to slip in smooth into your throat with the soft pulp adding to the delight, but the presence of the seeds spoil the fun. As the ever active hands of the clock strike 7:20 AM, I hit the roads, all along the stretch I watch  possible gloomy, sad, depressed, angry morning faces. I keep hunting for a single cheerful smile but fail always. I wonder, Is this the purpose of Life ?

I enter my commutation bus, see the same faces on fixed seats with songs ringing in their ears, eyes tight shut. I wonder, does everyone wants to separate from the real world. Strong jerks hit me as the bus passes through the routine speed breakers to wake us up. Every living breath in the bus wakes up with a depressing expression and sounds. Then the 9 hours of the corporate life just passes by with instructions, demands, competition, envy, pressure, presentations, fun, laugh, arguments, requests, challenges. As the active hands of the clock strikes 5.30 PM, all the electronic lives of the company are shut and I find the cheerful smiling faces forcing themselves away from the work place. I wonder, do they want to separate themselves from the real world. Tiring legs of mine step into the apartments, and I feel alone, familiar faces seem unknown. I get a feel of the Arabian Nights, nomads spreading across the deserts with their lone companion, ship of the desert. I wonder, Is this the purpose of Life ?

I am forced to think why is the world so noisy, but silent. We have electronic friends, but fail to make real friends, on phone, we utter "Hello" but fail to do so to our neighbor, we tend to laugh on the jokes in Wats app, but fail to even smile to a passerby, we tend to read morning messages, but fail to wish our own parents, we may visit many facebook profiles, but fail to invite a visitor into our house, we may join many groups online, but fail to meet physical beings in our own society, we are so familiar that we shed tears for the characters in the serials, but fail to even understand the problems of our own friends, the shouts and laugh of the kids which used to echo in the whole area are now restricted to their shelters. I feel the world has got smaller and we have got farther.

As I step into my apartment and look towards the darkening sky, I find bee hive which is stuck to the extended roof of our terrace. I stand alone, and they are together, I wonder, are humans still social beings. Every morning as I enter our terrace to pull in the fresh air into m craving lungs, the sky is beautified by a kit of pigeons, floating together in the moisturized air. I once again wonder, are humans still social beings.

Today, I feel social involvement is reduced to family involvement. To have some quality hours with our family seems to be difficult.  We are converting from social beings to family beings, future target assured to be self being. Living a life with domestic and financial completion seems to be success. We being gifted the valuable human life, is  this the only purpose, or we have to stretch for something more.  

Is the above mentioned routine and stressful life, the reason for our restricted thinking or our social involvement is the solution to lead a better life? This is the question we have to answer.

Nikhil Hulamani

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Suspense

We live in the world of uncertainty, there is always an existence of suspense factor.

When I pen down my thoughts on this sheet of paper, I feel surprised to read the words which our mind imprints. Ocean of thoughts mixed together, we never know which wave of thought flows to the shore to visit us. Its a world of suspense.

Every drop of rain which leaves the sky is unsure of its destination, its the suspense to be revealed , but it is fearless to take the leap, shoot through the fierce air currents since the journey is as important as the destination.

Every new face on Earth pops out of the womb alone, no friends, companions, partners come along. During the course of our journey, many faces enter and exit our life, the entry pass or the reason of entry is a suspense.

The reason for our existence, is the journey made by millions of sperms to meet the Ovum, but only one succeeds, which one, is a suspense.

Schedules, reminders, alarms, to do list, are on our smart phones, systems, calendars, working tables but the way the incidents are stitched through our day is always a real suspense.

Life is like a book, it reveals itself as the pages of the book designs all new thoughts, it shapes our mind as the pages turn around. We can be sure where the book ends, but unsure where or when our life ends, its again a suspense.

Life, the source, the soul involuntary action for the existence of life on earth is respiration. Impossible to imagine if the act of taking breath is involuntary. " 50 deaths today, reason: humans forgot to breathe", how will we remember, we have forgotten to live. Sometimes I wonder " breath without life is better, or death without breath is better". Every breath gifts us a few seconds of life unsure of how we utilize it until it gifts us the final breath, the final few seconds in which we realize and judge our performance in the trillions and trillions of seconds gifted to us. In these final few seconds, we will be true to ourselves, happiness or sorrow is the destination of our journey.

Its very interesting to see humans in such fierce race with each other to create the best future which is unsure, a suspense. 

Its a Life by chance that we live. Every second we spend is gifted to us, we have to make the best utilization of the same. 

Lets not race so fast to create an unsure future that we forget to enjoy the few seconds that our involuntary action of breath gifts us.

Every current second is as important as future hour. Lets enjoy our present as future is still a suspense.     

Nikhil Hulamani

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Living the antedating

Walking the lonely roads, tracing the silent terrace, rolling in the silent outskirts of the city, waving through the shores of the lake in the breeze carrying the feel of silence, when we are with ourselves, when silence prevails regardless  the reality, thoughts of the past, present and future surround us, mixed emotions enamor us.

We wonder “ the present we are living in is perfect, could it have been better than what it is, could the mistakes in the past been eliminated, hope our past actions been more matured, wish we could have used the opportunity missed by a whisker, the relations broken in the past was unnecessary, the people with whom we got closely connected was necessary, are we satisfied with the present, are we happy or amazing actors of happiness, are we compromising shouting that we do not like to compromise, are we real, can we walk the past and better our present ??? Those minutes when we freeze with ourselves we are real.

The above flow of thoughts arise in our hearts when we face failures, when we stand at the position zero, when we fall from the heights to the lows, when challenges stand strong and negativity engulfs us, when confidence stands sick and fear builds up, when darkness spreads into our minds even when eyes wide open, when the vision is blur ,when we feel  bonded even in free space.

“Is it this fear of failure that makes us curse our past ?”Lets question ourselves. I am sure the answer is yes. Every winner loves his past and loser blames the same. We fail to understand the value of the past in our present, as we get busy blaming it than learning from it. Our past is a book of reference  on which we can build a better present, even if we are in a deepest well due to our past, we should always know that our past has trained us enough to touch the highest peaks. Past is learning, present is action, future is achievements of dreams.

It is a known fact that nature is Just, every living being on Earth is equal for the Nature. Every living creature faces a task that it can handle. If we settle in a Blame game, Life itself becomes a Big blame. History is the proof,that behind every grave failure hides humongous success. The creative genius Steve Jobs or the speaking magician Oprah Winfrey or any other inspiring persona have created history, because of their reaction to the Failures in their life. The above mentioned names never completed their formal education but were invited to inspire the outgoing Stanford minds.

The Mirror image of Life is Challenges. Lets shape our minds to face them. Past has to be the learning to implement in the present to beautify the future. 

Past is uncontrollable, future is unknown, present is in our hands, lets make it a memorable history.

-          Nikhil Hulamani

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