The Great Caste System- Rethink or Revoke

While we consider ourselves as the most intelligent creature on this planet, and developed many customs which have helped us to ease our day to day life; always the time would come to reconsider if they still benefit and contribute to the society or the moment has come to vanish them from the roots. One of the oldest among these systems is the division of people in different caste system simply based on their birth. I know I am not talking anything new but will just try to justify this in my way and remind the readers here that this is something that we really need to think about.


Thousands of years ago our ancestors developed a smart system of dividing people of society based on their work of interest and qualities. It helped to run the routine in a smooth way and also as the tasks were defined for them, they could do it more skillfully. I would like to quote a shloka from the Bhagavad Gita which explains this in a crystal clear manner.This is 13th shloka from chapter 4:

चातुर्वर्ण्यंमया सृष्टं गुणकर्मविभागशः
तस्य कर्तारमपि मां विद्धयकर्तारमव्ययम्॥ 
 Lord Krishna clarifies to Arjuna that The four-fold order was created by Me according to the divisions of quality and work. Though I am its creator, know Me to be incapable of action or change. 

Here people may misinterpret (or understand just the way they want it) that the four fold system is created by God and even he cant change it. Guys, please understand the immediate line stating that it is based on Guna (Aptitude) and Karma (Function) and not based on birth (Jaati/Caste). There are three type of Guna : Sattva, Rajas and Tamas- which are inherent in every individual in different proportion. The usage of word Varna which literally means “color” is also not to indicate the color of your skin but the color of your actions i.e. your Karma. 

While this system gives a complete freedom to every individual to decide upon their Varna based on skills and qualities, it has literally taken a U-turn in all these years ultimately hampering the unity in our society as we have taken it forward simply based on the caste/surname carried by the family in which we born. Today, most of the new generation people seem to get out of this mindset due to global exposure they get but we still have a big bunch of people in our country following the same old Jaati and Caste frame. With that, in a way they also like to satisfy their ego if they belong to some so called higher caste. There would also be a group who will support it to get some benefits in government sector jobs or getting admission in some institutes which still follows this system. I understand the government’s point of view to help needy people and support it too, but why that is based on caste an not on your annual income and opportunities in their area? (vote banks of-course and that fact is really redicu..). We still have a generation of parents carrying the taboos about inter-caste marriages which follows high level of stress among parents and their children.

Any societal system comes into place with a good motive to benefit all involved the particular process. But as it is said : Change is inevitable, and we need to again look back and re-examine the mind frames we are following since years. Either understand the system from the roots and implement it in a beneficial way or just abandon it ! But why to stick the same when the time is running ahead at every second????

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Wondering On a Random Rainy Day!

With a cup of coffee on a random rainy day,
Looking out of office window and I wonder!
Why are we caged in this cement-concrete jungle?

With every monsoon season I wonder!
Why do we sit in cubicles?
Why can’t we rush and enjoy the thunder?

Oh beautiful nature! What we have done to you!
Made a generation of smartphones and dumb people,
Living far away from you.

Even if we wish to come out of this blunder,
How to break this vicious circle I wonder!

Why am I still standing here, I wonder!
If I can’t dance and get drenched in rain,
Let me go around and enjoy the sprinkles.

Puppet Show

Lost in the crowd of acquaintances around,
Sometimes I miss myself.
Enforced to wear the mask of idealism,
Sometimes I miss myself.
When the choices are between your mind and heart,
Sometimes I miss myself.
 
When the little child cries out inside me,
Sometimes I miss myself.
Draped in the unexplained compulsions,
Sometimes I miss myself.
When the laughter is replaced by fake smiles,
Sometimes I miss myself.
Performing the puppet-show to please others,
Sometimes I miss myself.

Artificial

जी ले इस तरह


सितारों कि बारात में  चांदनी कि तरह,
फूलों के गुलसिते में गुलाब कि तरह
दमकते रहो इस जहाँ में तूम, 
किसी रानी के सरताज के कोहिनूर कि तरह!

जिले ये सारे दिन इस तरह, 
रात कभी देखी ना हो जिस तरह
उम्मीद कि किरणो के साथ चलता जा इस तरह,
हार ने दस्तक कभी दी ना हो जिस तरह!

तूफ़ानो से लड़ते आये है इस तरह, 
हिमालय से डटने का होंसला हो जिस तरह
इरादो में हो तेरे बुलंदी इस तरह,
पर्वत चीर के निकलती है नदी जिस तरह

कभी जो हो जाये गुमशुदा खुद से तोह,
कोई अपना मिल जाये आईने कि तरह
दुआ रहेगी हर लम्हा यही कि, 
रब मेहरबान रहे बरसते बादल कि तरह.

Love Is In The Air!

The glimpse of someone makes you blush,

With the beating heart  you are standstill there,
You know, Love is in the air!!

Standing in a crowd and feeling of loneliness,
Waiting everyday with a hopeful flair,
You know, Love is in the air!!

All you want is life long togetherness,
And the semblance of oneness is thumped up there,
You know, Love is in the air!!

That blissful feeling while sitting beside,
No words are there but a stare,
You know, Love is in the air!!

Being with your alter ego, a second self,
And the two are inseparable  there,

You know, Love is in the air!!

That’s the age of 25!

The age which reminds you of your teens,
Not in the energy but in the mindset;
That’s the age of 25!
Realization of standing at a cross road,
Knowing the time is to take a turn;
Yet you close your eyes to dream about a magical blow;
That’s the age of 25!
The whole world seems to be worried about your day tomorrow,
And so your inner soul;
Yet your smiling lips help to confuse them;
That’s the age of 25!
Looking back to college days and the thought of old pals,
Missing all badly;
Yet convincing yourself for new faces around;
That’s the age of 25!
The questions of early 20’s are answered,
And so you’re a street smart now;
But the child inside your heart still wants to jump around;
That’s the age of 25!
Nevertheless, this whistle blowing in mind,
Life is full of miracles in line;
Still creating moments to laugh out in future time;
That’s the beauty of 25!

A Day In Mysore :)

Bells of alarm wake me up from a deep sleep,
Eyes are still filled with last night dreams,
Yet don’t wish to leave my cozy bed n cute teddy,
Oh! I love this lovely morning!

Sun rays are glowing my face from the window behind,
Snoozed alarm says, Wake up oh girl! Its your office time,
Brush, bath n rushing for a hot sip,
Yet I love this lovely morning!



               

Running downstairs and  cant resist to feel proud there,
My lovely yellow scooter becomes its reason everywhere,
Kick start and run to attend the morning call everyday,
Oh ! I am heading for a wonderful day!


 Evening time and I am returned back,
My small beautiful house is waiting there,
It reminds me of little cute houses in fairy tale,
Oh! I love this wonderful place!



Standing in the balcony and enjoying the rains,
The cold breeze gives me goose bumps everyday,
How I wish the mysoriee weather follows me everywhere,
Oh! I will always remember this wonderful place! 

Blessed Princess

Walking in the memory lane and back to present;
With smiling lips and wet eyes, at the perfection of Omnipresent.
If prayers and wishes are unlikely shattered;
Oh! That is the way of fulfilling them even better!
When the heart is full of blissful dreams;
They are realized more perfectly like boundless streams.
Life is always a bed of roses,
It’s just about the horizon that your eye sight crosses.
Took years to solve this game of puzzle,
This overwhelmed player is now going to dazzle.
Pleasantly surprised with the greatness of you !
Oh Lord! this blessed princess bows her head to you.

मेरा परिंदा

फिर से उड़ चला मेरा परिंदा, लेकर मान मे आस
ढूंढता हुआ अपना आशियाना, जहाँ प्रीत हो उसके पास

सब के मान को जीत लिया पर अपना मन है उदास
दिल भी उसका टूटा लेकिन हुई ना कोई आवाज़

दुनियादारी जाने है पर दिल उसका नादान
चाहे अपने जैसा ही हो, ये सारा ब्रह्मांड

अपनी चाहत साथ लिए और लेकर मान मे आस,
फिर से उड़ चला मेरा परिंदा, पंख उसके विश्वास