Thursday, September 18, 2025

Karma?

It's been a few months that I’ve been thinking about how weirdly simple yet complex the idea of karma is. You do good, and the universe imparts good upon you; do bad, and you’re damned with worse. It’s intuitive. It doesn’t involve God or any external force. 

But as we delve deeper, do we truly understand how convoluted karma is? My biggest issue with the concept is that it discourages the development of an inherent moral compass. For a believer, how difficult would it be to stay moral if karma were scientifically disproven, if actions had no guaranteed consequences? 

It’s hard for people to grasp that moral values don’t always need a carrot-and-stick approach. People can develop an internal sense of right and wrong without external rewards or punishments. But that rarely happens, because for centuries we’ve conditioned ourselves to expect consequences for everything. It’s understandable that primitive humans relied on this for survival, but it doesn’t hold up in today’s world.

Another disturbing aspect of karma is how it’s used to rationalize suffering. Are we really supposed to believe that children dying of starvation in remote villages are paying for sins from a previous life? Can anyone, with their hand on their heart, truly believe that?

Without diving too deep. I’d end with a few questions for anyone who still believes in karma and its philosophy - 
If karma follows you through birth and death, and is said to determine your rebirth into human form, how did your previous lives accumulate karma?
Do animals collect good and bad karma too?
When do you think your first karma emerged?
When were you first tangled in this karmic spiral?
Where is karma stored and counted?
And finally, if you’re being puppeteered by karma without ever asking for it, how does that make you feel?

Monday, March 31, 2025

Transition

Water droplets making their way down his face
Jumping off from the chin to the wet ground below
His stare unperturbed 
The huge Mango tree some 30 ft away
His entirety was soaked
Forgotten how long he had been standing there
He looked up
Up at the murky sky
The gentle rain
Hitting his face like a barrage
Lit a cigarette, dragged a big puff 
Held his breath for sometime and let it go
Only if letting things go was as easy
Old friends
The lot of them, crazy bastards!
Old love
The only time he felt human
Old life
Everything seemed like a haze
What exactly was he reminiscing about
He heard someone call his name from his back
He turned around
Walked a few steps
Looked back at the tree, with wonder

Friday, March 28, 2025

Walk

A long walk
Full of troubles
You walk nonetheless
What choice do you have
What choice does anyone have
This journey has to be completed
By you, by me and everyone else
What is at the end we already know
Yet we long for a different end
The prize is the journey itself
Lest we forget
Meeting people, building experiences
That's the whole point in't it
The path is illuminated by them
And not by anything else
Yes you may tread away
Into the darkness
Wandering in the unknown
For quite a long time
How do you trace back?
Your people hold the light
For you to see
When you realise you have gone astray
Look for it, the light they hold
For your people will never abandon you
Trust the light and walk back
Hold on to them and make it right
The end isn't any fun to reach
If you haven't enjoyed the starry night
With a bunch of guys that you
Can call your own
Who make you feel at home
Even at the harshest of times!