DESCRIBE ANY BOOK ,EVENT THAT HELPED YOUR INTELLECTUAL DEVELOPMENT.
Few days earlier i posted an essay no one gave me any response of my good.Please can't any one help me this time.
I always stood as a flickering light of firefly in the dark night. During insurgency it was a benediction as doing something without doubt would get you killed. One day armies will come and indoctrinate that revolutionaries were doing wrong a next day revolutionaries will give the other end of story. Even if the situation I was born in badge me with this nature of doubt, I blame some of this to my extended study in my philosophical interests.
"Two roads diverged in the woods and I travelled the one less travelled by" But how can a traveler draw map of the journey when he has travelled just one of the roads. My intellect is a refuge of the Hindu "Bhagvad Gita" and "Thus spoke Zarathustra of Fredrick Nietzsche". These contradicting philosophies have given me freedom of varying from being attachments-free Karma-yogi and agnostic self-centric envious man. I fear that my intellectual is driven by the delusion and I will reach nowhere close to the destination. But Fear is an art of survival in a war torn village. It was my fear that kept me alive by touching anything I see anywhere. And my weary feet gets a strong stone to land when I remember "Appo Diyo Bhava: Be thy own light": last lines of Buddha. Even Buddha died giving a different teaching in his death-bed than finding from his enlightenment. So, my frailty has no meaning of wobbling and shivering at an un-travelled journey.
Peace is what I have been seeking all my life: A peace inside me and a peace outside of me. But every day I feel like I'm farthest from my destination. In this hopelessness, Infinite possibilities and infinite ways come to me and all show me a delusional utopia. But Zarathustra reminds me that Chaos will give birth to a star and I hope "super-man" which he have promised is able to bring the peace in the hollow slums inside me and in the void chaos outside me. His "Super-man" is lot more similar to my far-fetched dream, both originate after chaos just difference is one evolves inside man and other evolves outside.
But at the end of the day, I'm just a teenager and my driving wheel of thought is handled by this "I'ness": I will do this for them and that for others with my own capital utopian "I". Involuntarily, I make myself same as those authorities whom I have hated all my life. In the midst of the violent abrupt of thoughts, I stumble upon lines of Krishna "To action alone hast thou a right and never at all to its fruits; let not the fruits of action be thy motive; neither let there be in thee any attachment to inaction ." This act of altruism overcomes my own selfish alter-ego hidden in the shroud of my intellectual virtue and lends silence in my head.
My destination might be farther than I have thought but while I tremble, stumble and fall, May Zarathustra reminds me of the pristine Envy that I have to own up to. And if I reach the farthest destination where this frail body can reach May Krishna reminds me of that nothing here is going to be forever and may equanimity be in my work and my fretting self. Let my belief vanishes from the dark cloud of thoughts and in the road I see only: myself and my destination.
Few days earlier i posted an essay no one gave me any response of my good.Please can't any one help me this time.
I always stood as a flickering light of firefly in the dark night. During insurgency it was a benediction as doing something without doubt would get you killed. One day armies will come and indoctrinate that revolutionaries were doing wrong a next day revolutionaries will give the other end of story. Even if the situation I was born in badge me with this nature of doubt, I blame some of this to my extended study in my philosophical interests.
"Two roads diverged in the woods and I travelled the one less travelled by" But how can a traveler draw map of the journey when he has travelled just one of the roads. My intellect is a refuge of the Hindu "Bhagvad Gita" and "Thus spoke Zarathustra of Fredrick Nietzsche". These contradicting philosophies have given me freedom of varying from being attachments-free Karma-yogi and agnostic self-centric envious man. I fear that my intellectual is driven by the delusion and I will reach nowhere close to the destination. But Fear is an art of survival in a war torn village. It was my fear that kept me alive by touching anything I see anywhere. And my weary feet gets a strong stone to land when I remember "Appo Diyo Bhava: Be thy own light": last lines of Buddha. Even Buddha died giving a different teaching in his death-bed than finding from his enlightenment. So, my frailty has no meaning of wobbling and shivering at an un-travelled journey.
Peace is what I have been seeking all my life: A peace inside me and a peace outside of me. But every day I feel like I'm farthest from my destination. In this hopelessness, Infinite possibilities and infinite ways come to me and all show me a delusional utopia. But Zarathustra reminds me that Chaos will give birth to a star and I hope "super-man" which he have promised is able to bring the peace in the hollow slums inside me and in the void chaos outside me. His "Super-man" is lot more similar to my far-fetched dream, both originate after chaos just difference is one evolves inside man and other evolves outside.
But at the end of the day, I'm just a teenager and my driving wheel of thought is handled by this "I'ness": I will do this for them and that for others with my own capital utopian "I". Involuntarily, I make myself same as those authorities whom I have hated all my life. In the midst of the violent abrupt of thoughts, I stumble upon lines of Krishna "To action alone hast thou a right and never at all to its fruits; let not the fruits of action be thy motive; neither let there be in thee any attachment to inaction ." This act of altruism overcomes my own selfish alter-ego hidden in the shroud of my intellectual virtue and lends silence in my head.
My destination might be farther than I have thought but while I tremble, stumble and fall, May Zarathustra reminds me of the pristine Envy that I have to own up to. And if I reach the farthest destination where this frail body can reach May Krishna reminds me of that nothing here is going to be forever and may equanimity be in my work and my fretting self. Let my belief vanishes from the dark cloud of thoughts and in the road I see only: myself and my destination.