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I want to break free

There are questions that don’t have an answer, there are questions that can be answered in as many ways as possible, there are questions whose answers are not known, and then there are questions whose answers don’t matter The cycle of birth and nirvana is stuck somewhere between the journey of unknown answers to the one where it doesn’t matter anymore.

I think of nirvana and I think of Budhdha and wonder that he was a coward. I appreciate a lot of his teachings and views but all in all, the man failed. What man will leave an infant and his wife to seek ‘meaning of life.’ Yeah, he apparently succeeded and all that but you can’t ignore the fact that he failed in other things. Is that even commendable? To give up all your liabilities and ties is the first and most binding thing in life. If you can attain or seek purpose of life with that on, it is commendable, if you let go of every responsibility, all ties, I am sorry, I cannot appreciate. There are hundreds of examples of such people, they failed and were called jerks, one guy apparently didn’t, and is called Budhdha.

I have given it a thought, I get it, you can put your heart to one thing at a time in life. Most great men are examples of failed personal lives. I did not want to limit my comparison to purpose and women but mostly these are two places where heart goes out with full intent. Keeping both moving in life is arduous, to say the least. History is witness that people had to let go of one for the other. Gandhi is known to be a failed husband and father. Hitler allegedly married his long standing girlfriend in the last week of his life. Guess he realized he had given up on that front for long and wanted to cherish that before he dies. They both died together in an underground bunker in Berlin.

This then leads to contesting the high funda of ‘purpose.’ To the best of our generation’s knowledge, it means, somehow breaking free from the life death circle. If that’s true, I think I’m good. I am fine being born and reborn- I love life and have no intentions of breaking free. But yes, I do want to break free from many other things

From conventions of life, from routine, I want to break free from doing things just because they are a norm. No I am not a wannabe rebel. Actually its more like being simple and wanting to do just what you like. I mean why do you have to do what’s the norm. I got this realization at my engineering entrance exam. Imagine a person likes fabrics and textiles and wants to purse textile engineering, and poor soul tops the exam, he will end up doing computers or electronics. Toppers don’t do textiles. It starts from there. People in ABC situation do XYZ so do not deviate.

Its not just being nitpicky but there are thing where you really want to question. Why?

People going out of the way are rebels, when they succeed, they are examples of the ones that followed their heart. I am reminded of this swami who was alumnus of my college and took to asceticism later. I met him at alumni reunion. I asked him how did you get into this god business. He said:
"I was hired by TAS. I worked there for three months. Then I realized I don’t want to serve Tata’s, I want to serve God."

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  1. Don't you think Buddha just broke the norm by giving up his wife and other stuff. It seems contradicting to me somehow...

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  2. Well i was nowhere propagating 'breaking norm' for the sake of it...its more on the lines of not following them just for the sake of it. All norms are neither wrong nor breaking all of them is justifiable

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