On life

Sometimes life is like a game of dice. Every time u expect a figure and something else is rolled out. Upside down, downside up, topsy turvy seems to be the rule of life. The moment I feel that I have understood, I understand that I really have not understood. The moment I know that I know her(life), I really know that I still don’t know her (life). As mysterious as Sherlock Holmes’s investigation, as unpredictable as Earthquakes…the mystery continues, supposed to be true predictions continues…

The game of dice at times, when drawn on graph over multiple players and time would resemble spaghetti. Not knowing the start, neither the end. Each intertwined with the other. As Fitzgerald, translation of Omar Khayyam’s Rubiayyat

Into this Universe, and why not knowing,

 Nor whence, like Water willy-nilly flowing:

 And out of it, as Wind along the Waste,

 I know not whither, willy-nilly blowing.

At least he  was a man of wisdom. He had the courage to accept and proclaim to the world, we are nothing special, but just being moved around like dust which moves in wind or like water flowing aimlessly, being pushed and stopped by forces of nature. But mere mortals like you and me, believe that we are after some esoteric aims, like that of Alexanders and Napoleans of the yesteryears, albeit in milder ways. We push ahead, day dreaming that we are doing something great, but in actuality we are all just being slaves to the biological and societal forces. We learn, go to school, make friends, aspire to ‘be someone’, we marry, we mate, raise kids, educate them, help them with their studies, make arrangements for their wedding, and finally take care of their kids and help them to school, and in few years, life’s Grammarian puts a period/fullstop to our life. And there it ends…People around would mourn for some time, yet soon to be forgotten. And there the dice stops rolling. Neither winning nor losing would matter. King and the pawn both would be treated the same.

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They say the Lion and the Lizard keep

The Courts where Jamshyd gloried and drank deep:

And Bahram, that great Hunter--the Wild Ass

Stamps o'er his Head, and he lies fast asleep.

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*mighty Jamshyd, a mythological Persian king,

Bahram, a king (AD 420-438) in the Sassanian dynasty of ancient Iran renowned for his skill at hunting: