Pandora's Box

It is a compulsion that I should write a blog about Pandora now, for a promised was made. I believe that most of you might have heard about Pandora’s Box. The legend goes like this:

The king of gods, Zeus(Jupiter) blessed (cursed?) humankind by giving him the first woman, and called her Pandora. The gods gifted her a Jar as a wedding present, into which every god had put some blessing (and curses). It was told to Pandora that the Box should never be opened, and as long as the contents are in the Jar, they will work for good.

But unwittingly she, overcame with curiosity, opened it and all the contents flew out. Pandora hastened to replace the lid! But, alas! The whole contents of the jar had escaped except one tiny little thing, which lay at the bottom, and that was hope.

So we see to this day, whatever evils are abroad, hope never entirely leaves us; and while we have that, no amount of other ills can make us completely wretched. For a person is not so wretched as the one who has lost al hope.

Why Indeed?

Why is the world round? Why did the chicken cross the road? Why is Daffy on the show? Why did Fred marry Wilma? Why are we on this earth? Why, why, why?The question is ‘why?’ Why do people always ask, why? Why do they always want a Reason? Is it necessary to always consult Her (Reason)? And why does Miss-goody-two-shoes Conscience always back Her up? Can’t we just believe something without asking why? It was so easy when we were children, we believe in ghost and didn’t ask why, we believed in Angels and didn’t ask why.

Only this evening, just after the sun set, I witnessed the bright star of Earendil (actually planet Venus), most beloved of the elves, in its high tide. So bright it was that my figure cast a dim shadow on the ground (Maybe that was because of the bulbs around me, but that is beside the point). I was remarking to some of my friends, that such moments are one of those which people remark ‘A thing of beauty is a joy forever’ with dreamy eyes. And without so much as noticing the bright star beckoning him to her beauty, he asked of me, “WHY SO?”

Surprised I was not, for human folly is not new to me. But I didn't give him an answer, for some things are better to be left unsaid. How can I explain why the Star of Earendil is so bright and beautiful? How can I explain him Why Fred married Wilma? There are some things which are to be taken for granted and burden not the fragile Reason. She is already too tired of herself. Life is too short to indulge in the whims and caprices of Curiosity.

Morning without Sunrise?

So many things I pondered upon, yet I come no nearer the truth. Is a morning complete without a sunrise? Is an evening beautiful without a sunset? Is the night beautiful without a twinkling star?

I say no, for it is the sunrise that makes the morning, it is the sunset that completes the evening, it is the stars that give serenity to the night. Without them the rest are just void.

What is a man without a virtue, what is a person without an aim? A void. It is rightly said, “An idle mind is Devil’s workshop”, for what is mind without a question? A void.

Verily, it is the virtue that purifies the man. It is the aim that leads the person; it is the question that awakes the mind.

What is life without a quest? What is love without a feeling? What is kindness without giving? What is forgiveness without accepting? A void.

It is the quest that makes life. It is the feeling that conquers love. It is giving that shows kindness. It is the acceptance that renders forgiveness.

And I came no nearer the truth.

Tyranny

I hated it when there is a war inside me. I hate it most when Conscience, with her usual poised calm, turns her harsh gaze at Passion in a disapproving fashion, speaking clearly with her eyes that if she befreind the vile man called Lust she would thrust her down to unsounded depths of agony.
Reason, with her usual composed self, sided with Conscience, and told Passion, in a warm and less harsh tone, that Lust with his cousin, Desire, are to be looked upon only from a safe distance, for they are subtle and quick to degrade others.
It is a good thing that concience is so pure and reason so right. Without them I would not be where I am right now and my passion would have run wild away with lust and desire.

Till you are here resting with me

By a slight glance at the entries below, one would almost be forced to believe that the person he is dealing with has a heart of stone and a passion of a dead tree; and I am sure that they might be almost right. Why, the very important subject of love is not even grazed or touched upon in any of the 7 entries below. Such heartlessness, such cruelty, such inhuman behavior.

But alas! that is not so, how much I try to be or try not to be inhuman, I cannot escape from the very clutches of the most powerful force in the universe; love. No matter how far I run from it, it continues to haunt me day and night.

How lucky it is to be a human and be able to experience love. Life is beautiful, as I always maintain and the reason behind it is love. The kind and patient smile of a mother to her child; The heartburns of a boy, when he missed his beloved; The friend who would gave up his live for the sake of friendship. That is love.

The above passage reveals the very ignorance of me in this matter. I know so little yet feel a lot. How strange it is. I am what I am, I do what I want, but I can't breath till you are resting here with me.

Hospital Delirium

Good Great God! How terrible were the days in hospital. There were whole days in which I wanted to die instead of bearing the infernal pains. Whenever the doctor is there, every thing is fine, the worst is during the night, when all souls slumbers, except the one who is in pain. I writhed and coil between the sheets hoping the pains will go away if I keep doing that. How wrong I was! The pain never goes away. It is etched deep within me. Even as I sit here now, writing this, some vague presence of it remains, haunting me. I don't know if I could be wholly cured out of this. The medicaton is still going on but will it help? Only time will tell. And as such, let us have patience.

Interest Lost?

Long has been the time since I wrote something in my blog page. And that is not because, though one may be misled to believe, I have lost interest in blogging. Becasue of the highly time demanding internship we had, writing blogs almost become impossible. But now since I am back in hostel, expect this page to be updated quite frequently. Till then, contant vigilance. Oh! and by the way you can check another of my blogpage at
http://360.yahoo.com/njohneyadamson.