The chords of Karma.

The winds were enough to shake his legs and yet he stood still; the destruction of Kallinga was his dream, a unified India under the Magadha empire, it was not just his but the dream of his fathers and forefathers, but in this late hour, after this great war; may be the greatest the world has ever seen till that day he was questioning himself, his acts, his words and his existence; he had learned violence as an act only destroys the less equipped and not the righteous, and violence after over powering the less equipped stays as fear which would remain for decades or for centuries ; and like a circle, this fear in time evokes as violence again, strange chords connecting stranger things. The succeedor in an act of violence will always be the one more thoughtful in it. The chords of Karma were becoming clearer to him. Ashoka the new ruler of Bharatha: stood there on that battle field stunned, shaken and drenched in pain.

He learnt that violence only propagates hatred, he gazed at his sword; he checked it over and over , on both sides he didn’t see the victory but he saw pain; pain of numerous women and children who lost their everything in battle, he felt low, he wished if he could reverse this act and bring back everything as it was; he was willing to gave his mind and soul for it but he was helpless; the ruler of Magadha, the biggest empire in the world stood helpless with his sword; a sword handed over to him by his father; for victory, for success and for glory; a father giving his son an element, a symbol of violence; was it for this day? A million questions arised, but it was clarity that was running through his mind, it all seemed like a trance and all of a sudden he threw element of destruction and anger with all his might, he was relieved and went down on his knees to only stand up again and rise to become Ashoka, the first true ruler of Bharatha:

Decades, centuries and ages passed.

Somewhere in Gujarat-

All hail lord Raam, the mariyada Purushottam, Jananis pride and sorrow; the greatest of Kshatriyas, more god than human. In his name we will sacrifice and regain what is ours, we have the men, we have the weapons and we have the will; we are more and they are less, we are right and they are wrong. Revolution requires blood and we are ready to give and take, it’s a holy war and the uprising of a lot; we require a leader not to fight with us but for our conscience, we need an intellect not to fight with us but for our conscience. Are you there? Are you there? Jai Shree Raam…

A war, a holy war for God, for the mariyatha purishottam, for Janani’s pride and her sorrow…Yes. I am..

It didn’t take much swift of a time before the evitable happened…

Even the wind was enough to shake his legs and yet he stood still. He had the grays to understand it all, he knew the evitable that was about to come, but he ignored, he was blinded by Janani’s pride but forgot to see her sorrows. Her sorrows remained as it was and today she had lost her sons and daughters again. Blood, bones and flesh were all out on the streets, the cattle were misguided by the shepherd and the circles of Karma had its part to play. But why him, why a blind against blinds? Maybe it’s the way the universe works, maybe somewhere unable to contemplate there lies Karma attached to everything within the finer strands of dimensions.

Now he knew he was wrong, he wasn’t the right kind of shepherd, he knew now that an act of violence only propagates hatred; the teachings of his great forefathers and of this country was clear to him, but the conscience of guilt was to be cleared, he wasn’t going to be crucified for this; he needed a second chance to prove himself, and this time he wasn’t going to do anything forgetting Janani’s sorrows. Her sorrows where clear to him, he had help her children make them understand, he wasn’t just a chief minister or the spokesperson of a political party anymore, he had clear conscience in him, he had grown up to his age and then miracles happened in his land and such miracles happened that his land out run every possible growth indices known to man and all this because he grew from where he was, growth is not a process to be stopped if your mind is a barrier understand it and move on, Janani needs her tears heard and you are her pride and sorrow now.

Towards an ethical society…

The world is changing fast and with boundaries shortening and with a new age dawning isn’t it needed to atleast consider thinking about alternative ideologies, philosophies and convictions to come in?

The world, the nation, the state is in equilibrium; at ease, and everything works good cause it is written down what all things shouldn’t be done, the irony being you may only know the consequence of breaking a law only after u break it, you broke something that you didn’t know and which might affect the running of things, or the moral state of a society. Tit for tat and tat for tit? Is this what an ideal society should follow? After all what is law? Isn’t it fear?

A law might be a bad destiny for a person and fearing that he might abide…but on what is he abiding it for? Isn’t it because of fear? Isn’t there a more better and ethical policy that could be used?

Isn’t this a system that has been around for thousands of years, shouldn’t it be considered a barbaric way of treating a citizen, giving away fear so that he might not commit a mistake. What I am talking may not be appropriate for a lot of cases or in some of cases but that lot or some exists as a nuisance in the society. Imparting fear to function anything should be considered inappropriate in this age of knowledge. Why can’t a sense of pride be developed in everybody so that a ethical society be formed? There is a simple but huge difference between ethics and law, ethics is your responsibility whereas law is somebody else’s. So what should a society aim for? An ethical citizen who is not abiding anything or an unethical creature who follows just for the sake of it... So if you think about it for a minute you will understand that fear is the motivating factor for not commiting a crime. Why isn't it a moral obligation?