Purpose of Life?

The only topic that decently stuck on to my mind, as a matter of fact, for ever, since i started remembering stuff is about 'The purpose of life'. The closest i went to finding it out was, probably, a spiritual retreat where i was assured to be able to realise it if only i concentrated enough and gave myself to it. Well.. all that i remember from that session was me, forcing myself to 'catch the realisation' and pumping in all my efforts to create an image infront of my closed eyes which would help me infer 'the message'.

I am not usually a person who would consider even the most useless thing with me, to be actually useless. I find it very difficult to classify something as useless. What can be one's criterion to come to such a conclusion? I just have to spend 2 seconds thinking about its prospective its usage, whether innovative or banal, it certainly flashes in my mind. Well this detour from the topic of discussion was not just to elucidate my probable indecisiveness, but to give a better idea about the complexity of thought in my troublesome brain.

hmm.. coming back .. considering that i still think about what i should be doing in my life, inspite of all the coulds and couldn'ts, should i call that day a useless one? Or is there some clue that is present in my vicinity and i am just ignoring it or just not noticing it.Or thinking about all this, in a time that i should have done better things, like the previous day of my examinations, did i just mess up with my acaedemics which otherwise always had worthy exploits to speak about.

But let me tell you, all this thought has always been within me. It remained so forever. It grew with me getting to know more things, experiencing different situations, making different kinds of friends, liking some kinds of attitudes and not being comfortable with the others, defining my own rules, following some rules set by society and family and then most importantly coming to a stand still thinking about what is it that i really want out of doing all this.

But when i notice my friends who are very casual, pragmatic and mostly joyous, i again fall into thought, reasoning it out with my childhood and family woes which i suspect made my mind older than i am. Either way, i just can infer that i think about this more than the others, who remotely care for it. So what do i do.. just sail with the wind like a boat? But even a good boat has sails and by deciding about the direction you want travel in you can set the sail and travel where you want. But what if you dont know what you want or where to go? I dont even have Captain Jack Sparrow's compass which, who knows, could have helped me. Now i understand why Arjuna in the picture had been so special being able to hit the moving target.

Well... so to say ..

I was wondering why i had ever started a blog ... then the memories unfold.

This blog came to life in the summer of 2007, with the title "i speak" . It was the year i had spent a peaceful summer in the cocoon of a far and distant land which had been shielding me from all the turbulance, that i feared would engulf me. I blogged out. Ofcourse ,everybody likes a "Lived Happily Ever After". And so did i.... flushed it all out.. even from the blog.

Animal Farm by George Orwell

It is a wonderful hypothesis about, how man could have possibly evolved as the master of the entire living on the planet, to become the most powerful and influential species, utilising the benefits of most other.The author has exercised a lucid style in expressing the probable chronology of events, however, extrapolating the situation in the absence of man.

At the offset, the animals in 'Manor Farm' bring up a rebellion against the owner(man) and establish their independence in the renamed 'Animal Farm',to become the first farm carried on entirely, by animals.Inspite of the hostility of humans and non-cooperation of some lazy and pessimistic ones, all the animals work in unison, whole-heartedly for a better life.

The pigs, being the most intelligent amongst them, succeed in manoeuvering the other animals for their own benefit.Later the pigs resort to dictating them, unleashing hostile security dogs and formulating rules.They keep manipulating the history and banishing, at last even murdering their fellow animals.The conditions although deplorable are digested and accepted by the animals for the one and only reason, the pride of living free and not as a slave of man.

However , the conditions in the farm reach the same state as they were under humans.The animals were exploited to work to their maximum capacity, yet were made to live with meagre supplies by the so-called leaders, the pigs, through the commandments, which they rarely follow but convince others by constantly modifying them to their own benefit.The story comes to its climax with the most loyal, hardworking animal being sent to slaughter, once it becomes unfit to work, the same that used to happen under humans.At the end,the author brings home the similarity between the pigs and humans.

Probably, any species would have treated the others pretty much the same way as humans treat animals.It is the lack of empathy towards beings whom we dont consider to be amongst 'us'.The way memories, perceptions and the very principles behind their own rebellion are played with by the stronger ones, reflects the vulnerability of the weaklings, at being manipulated and exploited.