Wednesday 27 November 2013

“Reading Maketh A Full Man”

‘Reading maketh a full man; conference a ready man; and writing an exact man’, so says Francis Bacon in his charmingly epigrammatic style. Although the saying mentions three different skills—reading, conferencing and writing—to convert a commoner into a learned and scholarly person, and all these three skills are equally important, yet at present the topic of this very article is reading i.e. using libraries.
In this modern age, with its huge influx of technology, the pace of life has increased to a considerable amount. The fast modes of transportation; discoveries and inventions in the field of computing; all round presence of mobile phone companies; internet and media, print and electronic, have no doubt added a lot to the life of man but the fact remains that these alluring attractions—or you may call them facilities—have also deprived man of some of the finest aspects of life. Reading i.e. the reading of books and the use of libraries in general, is one of these finest aspects.
Everyone about us is running short of time. I have no time is a common parrot-like utterance by everyone with whom you want to talk about learning, knowledge, philosophy or in short, books. But if a thorough and careful probe is set up into the lives of most people around us who claim to be busy, one finds nothing so special on which the precious treasure of time should be spent or more accurately, wasted. Going on a long drive, attending a dinner, which normally lasts till the dawn, listening to some pop-star in the town, loitering about a beach in the full moon, spending hours and hours of no use on the internet, sharing meaningless jokes and messages by texting just for the sake of texting, watching television, and the most common of all, spending hours in back-biting. These so-called important activities may have some plus points, except the back-biting, if a suitable amount of time is spared for them, but mostly, as it is a general observation, all these pursuits are but the wastage of time.
On the other hand, if the record of checking in at a library is monitored minutely, the situation is pathetic. Only a few teachers, professors or some retired citizens visit libraries to enhance their knowledge or to fulfill their needs which they cannot do with their own money. Some just come to kill the time. Some students, who cannot afford to purchase books, are also reported to attend libraries. Book-reading for the sake of broadening vision and expanding the realm of knowledge has become a very rare commodity. It is an extremely sorry fact that even the use of a library, by and large, has become a matter of trade i.e. if it is having any monetary value, well it is good; otherwise, what is the use of rubbing one’s head against the dusty book-shelves.
What we miss in our society is a library culture. Art for art’s sake, if it must be put more precisely, is lacking seriously. Libraries have become the most neglected sites of learning in our society. A large number of books in libraries are stuck to each other because nobody bothers to take them out. Cobwebs, dust and sometimes cockroaches escort these treasures of wisdom.
The tragedy is that our approach has changed. Going to a library and spending some time over there is wastage of time for most of us; and the one who does so is the renowned Bore in his circle. Since the time we have started ignoring libraries, our voices have become hollow and our speeches mere hysterical shrieks; our words do not carry weight and our ideas are utterly impractical, if at all they are. We waste hours and hours on useless pursuits but we find it really very hard to sit in front of an open book for ten minutes. We have either too much time or no time.
The need of the hour is to change our attitudes and develop a responsible and carefully designed structure of our society because greatness germinates in the heat of responsibility. If knowledge is not part and parcel of our lives, how can we learn what responsibility is. If we look at the past history of any great nation that has lived on this earth, we only find one single factor working behind its greatness and that is knowledge. History also tells us that when any of the great nations of the past changed its preferences and distanced itself from books, it was doomed to failure. But, unfortunately we have not learnt the best of things from history. Even if we look at today’s world, we see those nations are in the lead that put education as their first preference. Although the developing and under-developed nations do not have such remarkable facilities of rich libraries on diverse disciplines as the developed nations of this world have, yet the dark side of the picture is that the former do not use what they have. A thorough examination will demonstrate that rulers, politicians, policy makers and even teachers in developing and under-developed countries do not put learning and knowledge at the top on their priority list. In this scenario, students or the youth cannot be called the chief culprits.
If only we develop a reading habit, we can not only change our destiny, but we can also pave new paths for our coming generations. For this, we all, particularly the poor nations, must have to recognize the importance of learning and we must educate the youth because they are our tomorrow. Putting them to reading habit is the best investment which will profit the world tomorrow and forever. In this regard the most important tool is the teacher, though it is a collective effort and every member of the society should take it on with a sense of great responsibility. If the elder of our world can present their example before the youth, we can hope of a great change which at present is not only difficult but also impossible in the all-time-presence of fascinating distractions e.g. smart phones, tablets, laptops and iPods: time-killing tools which connect you to the unfathomable ocean of the internet wherever you are. For example, according to one of the British newspapers, there were 46 million regular internet users in 2012 and they, collectively, spent 37 billion hours online. This is just one example of a country. We cannot say that all these hours were wasted but generally speaking much of this time is spent on the greatest time killer of all times: the facebook.  These statistics also show the death of social life. This needs to be changed to better our world in the long run. We have to bring all, in general, and our youth, in particular, back to libraries if at all we are serious and sincere about our bright future.




Thursday 31 October 2013

Uncle Obama, Stop the Drones, or I’ll Die: A Letter

Dear Uncle Obama,
My name is Palwasha and I am 7 years old. Uncle I want to tell you something so that you can help me because only you can help me. I will die if you don’t, so please read this.
I live in Waziristan and I used to go to school regularly. I am a very good girl and all my friends and family say that as well. One day my teacher told me that if some children don’t behave, if they tell lies, if they cheat and if they don’t listen to elders, then God is not happy with these children and He punishes them. But dear Uncle Obama, I have done nothing wrong, I always speak the truth, I never cheat anyone and I listen to my elders also. You know one day my friend brought school dinner and it was my favourite dinner but I did not eat it even when my friend went out for toilet. And one day my teacher asked me whether I like her or not and I said No because my mummy and my favourite teacher told me to speak the truth always. You see I am so very good but I don’t understand one thing. If I do everything right then why I am being punished Uncle. No one is ready to give me answer to my question so I thought to write you this letter.
I was living a very happy life with my mummy, my daddy and with my two brothers. One day when my daddy was telling me a story at night, a drone aeroplane came and threw a missile at our home. Uncle, it killed my mummy, my daddy and my younger brother. I and my elder brother, who is 12 years old, did not die. I cried and cried but my mummy and daddy and brother did not open their eyes when they were dead. My arms had small injuries and they are okay now but both of my legs were blown away when drone attacked our home. A lot of blood came out of my legs and arms. My aunty gave me a wheelchair to move around but I don’t like it. I want to run and fly like before. My brother, who survived, lost his right hand and now he cannot write or draw. He cannot eat properly and he has to use his left hand to do all work. Why I and my family are punished, Uncle? You can ask my teacher I am a very good girl.
Uncle, I cannot play now because I have no legs. My dolls also died in the attack and their dresses burnt completely. My daddy gave me these dolls as present on my birthday. My pink doll also burnt and it was my favourite, Uncle. I cannot change my clothes Uncle and my mummy is sleeping in her grave. I go to her grave every morning and every evening and cry and cry and cry and ask her to please come back to me but I think she is angry with me. My daddy is also angry with me. Uncle, my mummy and my daddy don’t listen to me and don’t come back. My daddy was not like that before. One day in my school, I bumped against a girl and fell down and injured my knee. He came to the school in no time and took me to the hospital but now I don’t have legs and they bleed and bleed but he is not coming back. Why Uncle Why? No one is with me to look after me and my brother can’t do anything you know. He does not know how to work and he does not know where to buy me presents and dolls. He does not know many stories to tell me.
Uncle, please stop these drones because if my brother is also killed, I would be left alone and I am very scared of those bad aeroplanes. At night, I get so scared that I can’t sleep. My daddy used to tell me different stories, sometimes funny, sometimes scary and yes, you know Uncle, one day he told me about Disney World which is in your country. He said he would take me and my brothers to Disney World where I could see my favourite Mickey Mouse. I was so very excited but now I can’t go there. My daddy is also dead. You know Uncle when he died, his body was cut into three pieces and some people did not allow me to see his body. But I saw him in the coffin from my window hiding behind the blinds. His coffin was all red and dripping with blood.
Uncle, please help me! Please ask your army men to stop drones. If they say NO, tell them that I will die also and my brother will also die. Tell them that I am just like your daughter and they will stop drones because you are stronger than those army men. They can’t say NO to you, Uncle. My friends play outside, they jump, they have dolls and when I see them, I also want to do the same but I can’t now. Please ask them Uncle Obama to stop drones and when my wounds heal, I will make you very nice food and omelette and tea. My mummy told me how to make all these things. I have only one doll left who did not die in the drone attack so if you stop drones, I will send this doll for your daughters as a gift and this is all I have to send. If you don’t stop drones my dear Uncle, I will die and I don’t want to die because I want to see Disney World and Mickey Mouse. I don’t want to die because if my mummy and daddy and my brother come back from their graves, they will be upset not to find me anywhere. Please please please Uncle, stop the drones. Uncle, I miss my mummy, daddy and my brother so very much. Can you please bring them back, just for me?
I am
Palwasha.
Waziristan, Pakistan.


Friday 18 October 2013

Books Do Weep!

One day I decided to pay a visit to the local library to register myself and to check out some books. Well, my experience was of a singular nature and it shocked the very soul of my being. As I entered the library, a thought occurred to me that I had come outside the working hours of the said library because there was no one in there save a lady sitting in a chair near the entrance.
“Excuse me! Is the library open?” I asked the lady who was enjoying some day-dream.
“Yes, it is! But what’s the matter?” she asked me as if I had entered the wrong domain.
“I want to register and if it is possible, I would like to check out one or two books at present.”
She shot a staring glance at me as if a hen stares at a duckling she has just hatched. Her expressions clearly conveyed that she took me for a fool.
“Okay! You can have a look at the collection and, then, if you desire I can register you as a member.”
“Thanks a lot!” I said and moved towards the book-shelves. My mind was still trying to untangle the mystery of the lady’s strange facial expression but I got it straight, automatically, towards the end of my tour de force.
I moved to the shelf marked Classics and tried to get some materials for reading. It was an amazing scene. All the books in this section, as well as in all other sections that I visited later on, to my surprise, were fairly protected with a thick coat of dust in the first place and with a curtain of cobwebs in the second place.
“Does nobody pay them visit?” a thought occurred to me at the back of my mind and, once again, the lady’s face at the reception came to my imagination. I placed my hand on a bulky volume and tried to pull her down but she was stuck there. A little show of strength helped me getting out the book but I also found myself getting up from the floor. A successful first attempt! I cast a glance about to see if somebody noticed the great fall but, thanks God, there was not a single soul in that big hall. Once again the lady’s face and her expressions started swimming before my inward eye.
“Who is weeping here?” as I heard a low moan, I reflected. My good God! The book in my hand was trembling and her moan had changed into a distinct wail by then. When I opened her, I saw her name inscribed on the forehead—it was War and Peace.
“Why do you weep my darling?” I asked her in my amazement and I sank into an armchair to listen to her story.
“Dear me, you are the first one in years to touch me”, she started in a very heart-breaking tone and the tears in her deep eyes lay very near to the surface, “since the time I was brought here, nobody bothered to listen to what I tell. During these years I was totally ignored and dust filled my eyes, ears, nose, mouth and all my body. Different types of insects have been eating my very being over these years. You can see for yourself. Besides, cobwebs were fabricated to suffocate me. My sister Anna Karenina is also with me. She is also in the same pathetic condition. Our father Tolstoy didn’t bring us to this world to bear such humility and onslaughts of cruelty. We were created to breathe in fresh air. For God’s sake have pity on us and tell the rest to treat us with pity, love and kindness.”
She could not stop her tears any longer and I promised to try my best so that her voice reaches a sympathetic ear.  
“Please have a look at the rest of us to get a firsthand knowledge of our plight”, she implored again.
I placed her at her residence and moved to another delicate beauty. Her name was Jane Eyre and she seemed to be very sensitive like her mother Charlotte Bronte. Next to Jane Eyre was her darling sister Wuthering Heights. Both these cousins repeated the same story as that of War and Peace. I could not forget the hope in their eyes which they had developed owing to my visiting them. Wuthering Heights was very well aware of her bewitching beauty and I think she was fully justified in her complaint against the cruel world which has lost aesthetic sense. Sons and Lovers looked at me in a way which was full of disappointment and contempt. I believed that she had lost all hopes of winning admirers. I consoled her and promised to take her on a trip. Don Quixote and Dr. Zhivago were gracefully resting on the shelf to die. When I asked about their feelings, they jointly issued a statement which said: “We shall die here on this scaffold with honour because we are not ‘Bromides’ i.e. commoners, but we shall not beg these dead people to help us to get out of this suffocation. We have great things to tell but if someone does not want any wisdom from us, we are too respectable to bow under the heavy weight of shameful negligence.”
And there she was! Sitting in the most elegant posture, which was full of pride in her talents and magnetism, Gone With the Wind by Margaret Mitchell was looking at me satirically.
“The entire world acknowledges my talents and knows my worth. They praise my elegance in almost all the major languages of the world but you people, in this part of the world, are either bore or ignorant of my real worth. I feel it my insult to look at you because you are one of them”, and the words refused to come out of my mouth to reject her arguments.
Once again I recalled to my mind the strange expressions of the dear lady at the entrance. Things were getting square I reckoned.  
Murder in the Cathedral by T.S. Eliot, Uncle Tom’s Cabin by Stowe, Crime and Punishment and The Brothers Karamazov by Dostoyevsky, and From here to Eternity by James Jones all were suffering from severe attacks of asthma. I promised with a heavy conscience that I would arrange for them an able physician. Lie down in Darkness by William Styron, The Return of the Native and Far From the Madding Crowd by Thomas Hardy were almost at the verge of death. They were being consumed by acute consumption. I could do nothing about them at present so I tried to steal myself away from them. Naked and the Dead by Norman Mailer and Moby Dick by Herman Melville had both gone mad because of the continuous years of neglect. They were even laughing at me for they had not seen the like of me in decades.
I crept to another part of the library. By this time the residents of all the other shelves had become aware of my presence and everyone started crying for help. They were telling their stories of misery. I sought shelter from this babble and almost hid myself behind another shelf. No sooner did I straighten out my breaths than the daughters of Shakespeare called me out and begged to listen to them. All were crying at the top of their voices but I could distinctly hear those voices having the highest pitch: they were Hamlet, Tempest, King Lear, Macbeth, Othello, Twelfth Night, Midsummer Night’s Dream and Shakespeare’s model girl Romeo and Juliet. I, once again, gave them my word that I would take their case to a higher court for securing them justice. Hamlet asked me something which left me ashamed as well as blank before her:
“Why have you forgotten the great genius of our father, William Shakespeare? Don’t we deserve respect and acknowledgement in the name of our great father in this part of the world? Fie upon thee if you say No”.
The families of Bernard Shaw, Ibsen, Marlowe, Keats, Milton and many more great families were all living in the neighbourhood of Shakespeare’s daughters but they only kept their silence as a token of their respect for the greatest playwright the world has ever produced.
“What should we say to you? You yourself seem to be helpless in improving our lives.” This was the silent message that they seemed to convey to me.
I was confused beyond mind and memory and measure by all this and felt myself sinking into an ocean of regret and shame. My brethren have, if I have not, shattered their dream of a happy life. I could not justify their cold attitude towards these fair dolls. Also, I could not help bringing people back to the world of these beautiful young ladies I have mentioned above. I was almost at the verge of losing my conscience when, at once, I felt a sudden rub against my legs.
“Who’s there?” I thought to myself. Shocks upon shocks! A cat, along with her four lovely kittens, was staring at me as if I were an intruder in her peaceful world. At about the same moment, a huge bat flew in a circle and hooked itself to one of the ceiling fans in that big hall.
“Oh God! Is this a library or a haunted house-cum-zoo?”
The mystery of the lady’s strange expressions had almost come to a logical conclusion in my mind.
“You are the first one in years to touch me” these words of Miss War and Peace echoed in my mind and untangled the mystery.  
I walked with heavy steps to the reception. My dear young lady was by then fast asleep.
“Excuse me!” I attempted to bring her back to reality show, “I have decided to register NOW if you can help me, please!”
“Very well! Come after three days to get things straight.” She informed me in a sleepy voice with the most boring expressions in the world on her face.
“Why after three days? Why not now? I want to check out some books.” I protested in an inquiring way.
“Gentleman! I have to arrange for membership procedure, you know documentation, forms and other necessities okay! Right now, I don’t have any such thing because you are the first one in many years to visit this library with a demand for registration.”
I got out of the library with a clear mind about her first expressions. My dear Miss War and Peace said absolutely the right thing.



Tuesday 8 October 2013

We Have a Dream!

Wars, terrorism, killings, slaughters, beheading, bloodshed, blasts, kidnappings, chemical weapons, atomic and nuclear devices, live-streaming of innocents being killed and beheaded, smoke, dust and the outcome of all these in the form of global warming, natural disasters, earthquakes etc.: this is the picture of our  world today. God did not create this world for all these horrific phenomena to happen. He gifted this world to humans as a place to live in with peace and love for fellow citizens. Man, who was created in the Shadow of God, has turned into a demon over the centuries and changed the mother earth. According to most revealed religions, there is a world hereafter with Heaven and Hell for pious and sinful people respectively but man has transformed this world into a living hell at this very moment. But we have a dream that one day the clouds of enmity, hatred and demonic intentions will shed away and humans will start living with love and compassion for each other, irrespective of the colour of their skins, creeds, languages, or nationalities. We still have a dream!
We have a dream that man will not cut his brother’s throat for the sake of bettering his own economy. Instead he, himself, would sleep hungry but feed his brother. He would request his brother to share the reward of his harvest rather than snatching it at the gunpoint. If his brothers in Africa are struck with hunger and drought, he would stop going to KFCs and McDonalds to save a few pennies to be sent to the dying brothers in Africa whose innocent eyes keep watching and waiting for food to come from somewhere; but sometimes those innocent eyes shut silently and kick the bucket because the moments of waiting do not pass at all. We have a dream that the stronger will not exploit the weaker and the weaker would look up to the stronger, not in jealously but in hope that the stronger would support him through thick and thin. We still have a dream that if a black person dies of hunger in Africa or in Asia, his white brother in Canada, the US or the UK will have restless sleep; if the black suffers from the pangs of continuous drought, the white mother in the West would send love to him across all the oceans without caring about distances that stretch between them. If a man confronts aggression in the East, someone in the West would stand for him; and, likewise, if a Western gets hit by any misfortune, an Eastern would send him Nirvana across thousands of miles. We still have a dream today that this is going to happen despite all odds.
We have a dream that powerful countries will not invade and wage wars against poor countries on the basis of lame excuses of Weapons of Mass Destruction (WMDs) and terrorism in order to seize their natural resources and lands. We have a dream that the powerful will realize that the colour of the blood is the same in all human beings, whether black or white, yellow or tan in any part of the world. A child in America, Canada, or the UK feels the same amount of pain as a child in Afghanistan, Pakistan, Iraq, Palestine and Syria when his innocent hands and limbs are torn apart and blown off with a bomb or missile fired in the name of the War on Terror. We have a dream that the East and the West will have mutual love; and in case of any misunderstanding on any issue, they would strike a deal on the table amicably rather than going to war against each other and promoting the weapon industry. Ammunition cannot differentiate between good and bad, black and white, innocent and guilty, young and old, women and children and Eastern and Western. Therefore, when ammunition is set on fire, it destroys everything and terminates life. So, what would be the use of all these natural resources that the world is hiding in its stomach if no one is there to use them anymore?  
We have a very vivid dream and still have it and will always have it that the colour of the skin will not be a matter of pride or prosecution in any part of the world. As it is beyond human approach to have a specific colour of the skin, no one has any legitimate right to be proud of or to feel inferior on the basis of a specific colour of the skin because the colour of the blood is always the same. We have a dream that we will, one day, live as brothers and sisters leaving behind all colour schemes.
We have a dream that humans will not kill or prosecute each other on the basis of differences in religions, beliefs and creeds. They would respect every religion and provide others enough space to practice whatever religion others believe to be true according to their understanding. If religions come from God, leave it to God to decide on the Day of Judgment who was right and who was wrong in his choice of religion. We have a dream that people will follow live and let live philosophy in all walks of life, especially in religion. Religion is a code of conduct and it is meant to discipline humans in their day to day lives. All established religions of the world condemn killing the followers of other religions, debauchery, theft, falsehood, dishonesty and promote universal love. We still have a dream that people will follow their religions truly and live like brothers and sisters whether they are Muslims, Christians, Jews, Sikhs, Hindus, Atheists, and Zoroastrians. We have a dream today!
We have a dream that there will be no secret societies and espionage in the world and that people and nations will respect others’ privacy. We dream that the stronger nations of the world will not spend billions and trillions for secretly knowing what other nations and certain individuals are doing. Rather, we expect them to spend that money on the welfare of their own people in the first place and then on the poor of the world in the second place. The money that is being wasted, at present, on espionage, intelligence agencies, surveillance equipment, either along the ground or in the space, will be used to provide the needy with proper food, clean water to drink, adequate education, and a safer place to live in. We also dream that instead of acting like wolves in sheep’s clothing, human beings and nations will work hand and glove for the sake of much needed uplift of their living standards across the globe. We dream that the money, allocated for espionage and secret societies, will be spent to protect our mother earth and its environment from global warming and cooling and all sorts of natural disasters. A safer and cleaner world would be the greatest gift we can give to our fellows, children and coming generations. God’s earth is getting polluted not only with poisonous by-products of weaponry, industry, transportation, communication, Geo-engineering but also by hatred, dishonesty, debauchery, fraud, spying, stealing and many more evils that cannot be accounted for here. We dream that we put all hands on the deck for removing the existing evils to make our world, once again, the same place that God created millenniums ago. This is our aspiration and this is the dream we dream today. 


Dedicated to Dr. Martin Luther King, Jr.




Thursday 4 July 2013

Creating Realities


Understanding the working mechanism of our brain is equivalent to understanding how to create a life based on our own choices. Of course a strong faith in one’s creator or one’s talents, depending upon one’s religious beliefs, must be present, which, once again, is linked to the working of the brain. It is that miraculous gift of God (or any Supreme Being that one believes in) which is tremendously ignored in our day to day life whereas, unforeseen factors are held responsible for failure or success. By turning the pages of history, we learn that the pivotal difference between successful and unsuccessful people is the brain. Both, successful or unsuccessful people had 24 hours a day, almost the same human strengths and weaknesses, same body parts, same brains but different ways of using their brains that made them either successful or unsuccessful. Any person, even with average intelligence, is bound to know that successful and unsuccessful people use their brains differently, but how and why? That is the six million dollar question.
The biological complexity of the brain is as fathomless as an ocean and as limitless as the universe. However, the topic of this research focuses on the language of the brain i.e. pictures or images. It is this language that stands out as being of crucial difference between successful and unsuccessful people in any walk of life, regardless of whether they are involved in religion, science, technology, medicine, social welfare, warfare, leadership, finance, business, education or sports. This single most factor i.e. the brain pictures can make a ‘heaven of hell’ and a ‘hell of heaven’. History provides us with ample proofs of how common men and women achieved unbelievable successes and how successful people were reduced to nothing based on the way of their thinking in the form of pictures.
The brain thinks in pictures and when these pictures are embossed in our subconscious whether by continuous exposure to a particular set of pictures, by intentional practice or by the force of powerful feelings like those of love, gratitude and revenge, the brain creates them. Yes, creates the reality. The brain does not know good or bad; it only creates what it is fed. This might be shocking for some of us for how can mere seemingly fragile ideas create definite realities—realities that often are unbelievable. Thomas Edison first thought, then invented and all of his inventions were created only after he had seen their pictures in his brain. Masterpieces in literature like War and Peace, Gone With the Wind, Wuthering Heights, Pride and Prejudice, Dickens’s novels and last but not least, Shakespeare’s marvellous works were first created in the form of brain pictures and ideas then translated into physical reality. The creators of these sublime classics believed in the beauty of their ideas, pictures and dreams and they saw the reality in their own lives. Such examples as these are not only found in history but also in our own lives. The problem is that we, unaware of the powers and working patterns of our brains, take our successes or failures to be the outcome of luck, chance and circumstances, favourable or unfavourable. We forget that we are the creators of our realities because our realities, whether we like them or not, are the offspring of our thoughts and thoughts are always in the form of pictures. This proves that thoughts are not useless intangibles but they have more power than the brain itself where they are born. If there are no thoughts, then there are no realities and hence no good or bad outcomes. This leads us to impress on the importance of our thought processes. We have to change the brain pictures i.e. our thoughts according to our desires if we wanted to translate them into realities that are according to our appetites. Metaphorically, an idea in picture-form is the soul and a reality is the transformation of that soul into a physical body.
Generally speaking, people are either success conscious or failure conscious and they become either successful or unsuccessful, respectively in their lives. Before understanding the truth of this statement, let us talk about another miraculous quality of the brain—its magnetism. This means attracting realities on the principle of the Law of Attraction—a scientific truth based on which the whole universe in working. In order for the brain to attract realities from the universe, it must have pictures clear enough and embossed in its subconscious. So, the language of the brain and its magnetism are just two different sides of a coin. Here is an example to illustrate this point. They say love and fragrance cannot be hidden but very few take into account the powerful brain activity operating in the background. When a boy falls in love with a girl (love is a very strong emotion through which the brain releases very powerful frequencies) he creates pictures of his beloved in his mind and these pictures are extremely clear, sharp-edged, and vivid enough that he can even feel them because he does this visualization exercise with full concentration day in, day out. He imagines the beauty of his beloved and keeps giving his brain suggestions to convince it that she is the most beautiful person on earth. Such suggestions as these, almost every day over a long period, do the magic: they chisel the pictures extremely vividly and make them real-life-like in his brain. His brain at this point, is profoundly concentrated (i.e. in meditation state) and vibrates at a very low but powerful frequency level. These talents of the brain are the sole requirements to attract reality. The girl’s brain receives the signals and she gets a feeling that the boy is in love and things move on as they wanted them in most cases. A highly concentrated brain with extremely vivid pictures is the backbone of metaphysical disciplines like hypnosis, telepathy, mesmerism and nobody dares to deny miracles these disciplines can perform.
In the light of the above discussion, when a success conscious person pursues any target in the form of clear-cut brain images, he sees himself as a successful person before he actually becomes successful. Along with this, his strong faith, the only antidote for failure, in his success adds to the pace with which he moves towards his goal.  Similarly, a failure conscious person fails because his brain is occupied with negative forces and energies of fear, worries, doubts and these are also powerful feelings like those of gratitude and love. If a person is worried about not performing well in exams, at his job, or losing money, a game of sport or is worried about going in debt, he will definitely face that feared of factor (e.g. if he is worried that he will not perform well in his exams, he will certainly not) because his mind emits negative energies and frequencies just to attract the same from the universe on the basis of the Law of Attraction. As discussed earlier on, the brain does not know the good or bad aspect of any picture or idea; therefore, it attracts or creates whatever it continuously sees. That is the reason most people who are having bad incidents happening in their lives remain in the same situation because they keep thinking about negative pictures and keep emitting and attracting negative energies. This is how they keep attracting more misfortune in their lives. Then quotations like: ‘misfortune comes on horseback and goes on foot’ seem to them very sweet and justifiable. The message in the above quotation is absolutely true but the fault does not lie anywhere else or outside; the fault lies within their brains or thought processes. They must understand that the misfortune coming on horseback is none other than the train of their own negative thoughts. They should focus on: ‘not failure but the fear of failure is the actual crime.’ Only God (or the Almighty Power one believes in) does not make mistakes; therefore He does not fail at all. All humans, are bound to fail somewhere in some of their enterprises but ‘successful failures’ are those whose brains do not dwell on negative pictures even after they experience setbacks; but rather block out negativity and are persistently focusing on positive pictures in the face of adversities because they know that the only way to change the course of events is to change their thoughts from negative to positive.
Another important point to note is that the brain attracts negativity easier than positivity. This argument looks very strange and apparently implies that the brain has this built in fault to attract negativity. This can lead the weaker ones to straightaway blame the brain for bringing bad luck into their lives. But this is not true. That the brain is neutral and powerful is an established fact. It only works on the input it receives. In our societies, as everyone witnesses, there are more negative people than positive ones for the reason that there are gossips about misfortunes haunting the world and hunting for its victims. These negative forces work in the form of print, electronic and social media with their all-time-presence in our lives; and the worst part of it is that they are with us in the form of mobile phones, tablets and iPads, even when we are in our worship places, where we seek peace and protection from all evils i.e. negativity.  Tabloids and newspapers with sensational stories lead in showering us with negativity. Similarly there are tabloid TV shows which keep on repeating negativity around the clock by forecasting crises after crises e.g. financial crises, wars, killings, droughts, earthquakes, heavenly objects racing towards our earth, joblessness and other depressing news. In addition to this, people’s opinions mostly concentrate on negative issues and they are so virulent in their nature that they affect almost all. Although advancement in technology has made our lives easy and fast, it has snatched our positivity considerably by stuffing our brains with negativity. That is why there are more people suffering from depression, tension and anxiety in these present times. All these negative forces are the cheapest commodities that we are picking, knowingly or unknowingly, from the stock market of the world. Therefore, the brain has not much work to do to create negative pictures as these pictures are always with us, inside and outside our houses. Everyone can imagine this massive influx of technology and its all encompassing impact in this gadget-rich world.
It would not be wrong to say that such factors as mentioned above, which represent negativity, are like weeds in a garden, growing on their own. We do not have to plough and sow them. Whereas, we have to really work hard to grow crops, fruit bearing trees and plants of our choice and these plants have to be protected against the onslaught of weeds. This is an understandable analogy where self-growing weeds are like negativity and other plants and trees are like positivity. We have to grow positivity in our brains intentionally through practice and toil, whereas, negativity, like weeds, grow easily, especially where the environment is perfect for it as it is in today’s world.
Our ancestors, however, were not that unlucky when they lived in a pure world in the absence of the influx of technology and corporate culture. Their brains were not under the spell of all these negative images that have become our luck. Today we have successful individuals, rather very successful in some cases, but we rarely see greatness which could be inspiring to our youth. We still teach our children the ancient figures (e.g. renowned religious leaders, scientists, astronomers, philosophers etc.) from which to draw inspiration and awe thus proving that today our brains are more exposed to negativity than positivity.
Let us now see how the brain can be utilized so we get the best out of it. Physically our brain is divided into the right hemisphere and the left hemisphere. The heart, which is pumping life into all the organs of our bodies, beats; whereas, the brain vibrates at certain frequency levels known as Brain Wave Frequency (BWF) depending upon its levels of relaxation. Virtually, the brain can be divided into four different levels based on BWF i.e. Delta, Theta, Alpha and Beta levels and the brain vibrates at 0-4 BWF/second, 4-7 BWF/second, 7-14 and higher BWF/second, and 14-21 and higher BWF/second, respectively. Alpha level is the one which is associated with light sleep, meditation, intuition, no time-and-space limitations and it is this very level that is closely linked to the whole discussion above. Delta level is reached when humans are in deep sleep and unconscious. The brain is quite at rest at Delta. At Alpha level, the brain is in between sleep and fully awakened state. This state comes in when one is meditating or completely relaxed—a great blessing in itself. The Alpha state is where the brain is at its best and fully ready to create and attract. If the brain images, ideas and pictures are vivid and concentrated, the creation process is on and the brain emits patterns exactly like the radio or mobile frequencies to attract and create the desired. This means that in Alpha state our dreams and targets are getting closer to us every single second of the time but for this there are four paramount ingredients:
a)    The brain must be at its Alpha level or simply speaking it must be completely relaxed (a study suggests that speaking to one’s mother reduces one’s stress to an unbelievable level whether speaking live or speaking over the phone. So everyone can spot his or her relaxing technique)
b)    The brain picture (for example if one wants to pass an exam with a certain mark, or have a particular brand of car) must be as vivid as possible, that is  real-life-like
c)    A strong faith in the creator that He (depending upon one’s concept of the Deity) will provide the desired
d)    A burning desire to achieve targets
That is it. That is the recipe to achieve targets. Muscles are not needed to achieve worldly targets. All we need is a strong brain with right kind of pictures in the subconscious. If this recipe is difficult to practise, success is difficult to achieve; if it is easy, success is just at the doorstep. We need to open the door and welcome it. Success is not a well-dressed man or a beautiful woman; it is a state of the brain. Our only limitations are those we set in our own brains. The brain knows no limitations. Therefore, it is not clever to put fences around our own dreams and thought processes because by doing so, we limit our options and put fences around our lives which could otherwise have been exceptional.
The gist of this whole discussion is very easy to understand. To change the course of our lives we do not need to fight with outside factors; we have to work on our own selves and we have to change our thoughts for the better. The universe is inside us and if we control that, we control the outside universe. Almost all the holy scriptures teach us that the greatest victory is to conquer and control the ‘self’. In our daily lives, we let people’s opinions control our brains. This is a shame because choosing our own thoughts in the forms of pictures consciously is changing our life consciously because life is nothing but the reflection of our dominant thoughts. A long time ago, Samuel Taylor Coleridge mentioned the same in his beautiful poem Dejection: An Ode which sums up the discussion:

O Lady! We receive but what we give,
And in our life alone does Nature live:
Ours is her wedding garment, ours her shroud!




Tuesday 4 June 2013

The Carpenter

The story begins in the sub-Continent about 100 years ago. There lived two friends, Raju and Anjum, who were just like brothers to each other. Both were farmers and had their farms adjacent to each other’s. Both were extremely successful in their enterprises and their relationship of love, trust and brotherhood that spread over a span of 40 years. Their companionship was exemplary and the whole vicinity drew inspiration from such a strong bond of brotherhood and selfless friendship as theirs that stood the test of time. They had many admirers but at the same time some were also jealous of their relationship and kept looking for any opportunity to exploit.
Then the unexpected happened. The clouds of doubt, misunderstanding and poison overcast their friendship. A 40-year long friendship saw rifts and within months, hatred-drone shattered their brotherhood into pieces. They were at daggers drawn and everything was spoiled which they had been preserving for the last four decades against the onslaught of harsh winds. The news spread like a wild fire all around and people, out of their curiosity or to add fuel to fire, flocked to their houses to know the facts. Both, Raju and Anjum, received visitors everyday that went back with information which they spread after dressing it according to their bent of mind.
One gloomy afternoon, Raju heard a measured knock at his door when he was brewing conspiracies against Anjum in order to hurt him in the superlative degree. When he opened the door, thinking it to was another routine visitor enquiring after the rift between them, he saw a man, with his carpenter’s tools, smiling.
‘How can I help you?’, said Raju looking straight in his face.
‘I’ve heard about your compassion, kindness and love for the poor’, replied the carpenter, ‘I am a skilled carpenter and I need a job desperately, sir. Do you have any job available at the moment?’
Raju got lost in some far-fetched thought and after a while he motioned the carpenter to follow him.  
‘I have a very big job for you but it needs to be done fairly quickly. I want you to start the project in the morning.’ said Raju when they got into the living room. And then he told the carpenter to build a 10-feet high fence between his and Anjum’s farm. Raju told him that he wanted to block out even the very sight of Anjum’s farm as he wanted to terminate that long relation forever.
As the carpenter had already heard about their strong friendship, he was surprised at the project. He asked Raju why he wanted the fence. Raju told him his version of the story how Anjum bulldozed the river embankment to create a creek between their farms to water his farms; and how the river water flooded Raju’s farm and ruined the crops completely resulting in an enormous loss. Therefore, he wanted to teach Anjum a lesson. He gave the carpenter instructions regarding the fence and asked if he had any questions on that. The carpenter replied in a very composed manner: ‘I know my job very well and I promise to build a construction that would please you.’ The next morning, Raju took the carpenter to the site and provided him with all the materials needed. The carpenter requested Raju to revisit him in the evening as he would have finished the job by then. Raju promised to comply with his request.
The carpenter spent the whole day working hard. When the sun was about to set, bringing forth the tidings of coolness of the night, Raju arrived at the site as promised but only to be shocked. There was no fence at all. Instead, he saw a very well structured bridge. He turned furiously to the carpenter, who was smiling, to get explanation for not following his instructions but he could not say anything. Raju saw someone, from the other side of the bridge, coming towards him. He could not believe his eyes. It was none other than his old friend and loving brother Anjum. Seeing him, Raju could not stop himself. He rushed towards him and both locked themselves up in a tight hug right in the middle of the bridge over the creek which had thrown cold water on their feelings. They were speechless for some time but in the hearts of their hearts, they knew that the carpenter must have had some knowledge about their fight and came to build bridges between them. Both turned to the carpenter, thanked him, and requested him to stay and work for them. The carpenter, who had already packed his tool box and was about to depart, appreciated their kind offer and replied:
‘I would love to stay on and work for both of you but I have many more bridges to build.'
The story ends here but it gives us a very simple solution to the most complex problems our world is facing at present. Can the elders of this world not build bridges today to make our world a beautiful place to live in? Today is the right time to take positive actions and change the world into a paradise, which has already been transformed into a hell. Let us be wise and let us love, respect and care for each other; otherwise, different creeks of vested political interests, wars, terrorism, religions, races, cultures, business motives and economy will keep ruining and flooding our beautiful globe where our children have to grow up. If we cannot see the Beauties of God scattered on the mother earth today, let us make it a safe haven for our innocent children who can see them tomorrow. Let all of us be like the carpenter.