If tomorrow never comes..!

I wake up to the brisk sunshine kissing my face while the sweet sound of merry chirping birds creates the perfect melody. As I am getting into the usual cluster of early mornings I hear a thudding on my door. Who thuds? As I sprung to open my door I saw a girl panting profusely. She looks at me and says, "it's done. We have 27 hours. The apocalypse is here."

I was inspired to write about this as I watched a fascinating film called "these final hours".

I have come to realise that all matter  is merely energy condensed to a slow vibration and that we are all one consciousness experiencing itself subjectively. There's no such thing as death, life is only a dream, and we're the imagination of ourselves.

Look at it this way, what if you actually had 20 odd hours to live and you knew everything and everybody perishes after that. What would you want your life of 20 hours be like?? Friends, family, partners, random people, classmates, colleagues or if you can't reach out to any of this set, maybe you would want to be with just your neighbour.

If I had 20 hours, I want to be with my parents, my sister, my niece, my cousins, my partner and me friends. I want to cook for them. I want to  listen to good music, dance, play football, watch Anne hathways movie, and give head massages to everybody. 

I would want to see the light arms in arms with all these people because in the afterlife, for those who believe there is one, I want to see those faces  again.

Your life stares at you every morning. It thuds at your door and says, "hey this is it. I don't know if you will see me again tomorrow.." What does it mean??

Now think about all those things you kindled your brain with whilst thinking about the last few hours of your life. Do exactly those things today! Pick up the phone call your mum and say you love her, hug the breath out of your friend, smile so much today that 1% of worlds sorrows give in to your smile, embrace every breath of air cajoling your insides, love yourself!

And hey when it is time..you and I will go out smiling..! 

Ragz

"You don't know what you are alive for..until you know what you would die for.."

Maiden Mass..!

"A new commandment I give to you, that you love one another: just as I have loved you, you also are to love one another".

No. This is not a religious blog post. Those words hit the tympanic membrane of my ears as I stepped into the St. John XVIII Church completely soaked and gushes of the cold Canadian winter air still pumping my lungs. 

My first ever Mass!!

There is a reason why people, well predominantly, well ok only Christians call it a Holy week. Not that the other weeks are not worthy enough, but as I mentioned there is a reason to it. The departure of Jesus Christ, the agony that left a blemish on Earth's face and his ever divine Homecoming. These are the occurrences that constitute the embodiment of a celebratory week.

A friend of mine, much younger to me had the unsettling urge to attend the mass because she is Catholic and mostly because she wanted to please her Mother. I had never been to any Mass before. Although, I would every now and again go to a Church when I was studying in Switzerland. The reason - It was enchanting! The architecture!

I was  the only non-catholic figure in the premises at that time or at least I am pretty sure of it.  The hymns were supremely melodious. There were people of all ages, whispering, settling in, talking, coughing and some just calm. 

I was all ears and eyes to every movement, every sound, every turn of the page because I wanted to congregate information of what was going on. Why were people there. What do you mean by Mass. Why today.

Well literally mass just means a coherent, typically large body of matter with no definite shape. I heard the story. The story of Faith, Courage, Treachery, Supernatural, Kindness, Cruelty, Union, and more. I was nothing but flabbergasted. It had no twists, no creative touch, no manipulation. Simple, pure, straight truth.

Technically I am Hindu. A religion where you are never short of options of Gods to choose from. I believe in all of them. I do because I am scared. Because I am human. I do not know why, for the last 10 years I have always said a tiny prayer and crossed myself whenever I passed by a Church and this action has been involuntary.

I have been to Hindu Temples all my life. They are different. Louder, colourful, brighter. Churches are quieter, whiter, calmer. What was common? The believers! No matter where I went, or have been to, I found devotees from different parts of the society, backgrounds, orientation, race, and other classification there. All of those who believe. Who have a twinkle in their eyes.A twinkle of Hope and Progress. Honestly, I didn't feel like I was from another religion. Because, the one everybody was praying to, didn't look at me differently.

Nobody even knew. The message is clear. We are all going back together. One way or the other, this way or the other, we will see each other on the other side. The welcoming smiles, the soothing hymns, the cozy atmosphere, the beautiful white robes, the bewildering story telling and the classy oakwood furniture were all conspiring people into believing and having faith. That is the key!

Whether you follow a religion or not, there is always one source of energy that will work for you. That is your GOD!! Worship it, Respect it and Believe in it.

I went in a Human and came out a Human. The difference - I believe in peoples belief. 


Believe and Breathe..

Ragz