From Here to Eternity

From cradle to grave is a celebration of life. The process of dying begins at birth; in the play of life we assume many roles till finally the many becomes one. The body mind and soul are part of an integrated construct a sort of trinity as explained by the world view. By nature the body is inert till our intellect commands it to action, the mind is always vibrant and dynamic. However we are conditioned by society, religion and peer pressure to repress our independent views and actions thereof. We are forced to become believers, and end up with petty dogmas and absurd beliefs. Success, happiness and growth are part of our birthright and anyone or society that curtails it is myopic. Life is for celebration not for asceticism and denial. Every day when we wake up, our senses our alive and have a strong desire to enjoy the world. The Intellect is the realm of judgment but can be clouded by discrimination and bogged down by petty considerations enforced by society / religion. Many arguments will be put to justify their stands but if one embraces it then one will become confused, dispassionate and a troubled soul. Unhitch yourself from the herd wagon, all life is about contact of the senses, the deeper the contact the deeper the pleasure. Only then will you feel fulfilled. Abstinence, or dieting or leading an ascetic life can’t save you-in fact you will feel stupid in the end, some day when you die of “nothing” having enjoyed nothing. Life is a full zero upon completion, on death it is a state that reveals nothingness – dust unto dust. When I leave this planet having danced life with abandon, letting ecstasy and pain fill right down to my marrow. My body will be bruised to the bone with love, grief and despair. It will bear more scars than a crucified Jesus; all the skid marks of an abusive, life will be strewn all over my skin. A man warped by life, enfeebled by surrender to a hedonistic life. Lungs black with smoking weed and tobacco, liver shriveled due to dawn to dusk drinking. Body fluids drained indulging in every sin known to mankind – heart broken into smithereens with all the women who gave meaning to my life. Yet my mind bruised after a night of revelry will try to get up, aching with longings and desires, despite partaking fully in every parson of life. I prefer to go with a battered, bruised and withered body, yet my spirit will be alive and kicking; having savored every sensual moment in life. Only fools exit with the pristine body of a sage. The saint and the sinner the believer and the atheist meet the same fate – up in flames or eaten by worms and transformed to dust. If there is a soul and it can seek newer bodies it might change places between the saint & sinner and eventually both disappear, and in the final analysis or test, I will not shrink back if placed in the center of the fires in purgatory.-Vinay-