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Sunday, November 4, 2007
Fitoor,Junoon,Addiction
Drive to achieve something is passion and sweet addiction. What would propel one if there is nothing to exert for.Goals and desires are essential to human existence. If one who desires runs the risk of ending in suffering , one who does not seek is already dead. Life demand momentum , something to look forward to , something to dream about, something to hold as dear and close, something to call as meaningful and worthwhile, something which can make one's mind , body and soul pulsate with fresh energy and sets them in motion.
Whatever sets one in motion is fuel for engine of that life, is basic need, the constant thought , the fitoor/junoon/addiction of that soul. Take that away and engine begin to stutter, give it all too soon and run the risk of over-heating the engine and eventual ceasure.If its too far-fetched and out-landish yet again the journey becomes painful austerity. The presence of fuel called fitoor/junoon/addiction is as important as its quantified handling almost akin to fine tuned engine to give optimum mileage. One needs a pinch of madness to achieve more then ordinary. The stretch part is handling of this addiction.
One who has learned the art of handling his addiction has mastered self and one's surroundings. If one fears every crest and trough that comes one's way how would one ever be able to traverse valleys and mountains of life ! For experiencing the beauty of a beach its important to be there at the shore and make first contact with the rising waves of the ocean, to feel the sand being swept away from under the feet, the raw force of the water, see afloat the various treasures sea brings to the shore. One is not expected to swim across the ocean but walk into it to the extent possible with fair judgement.
Man by instinct is explorer and wanderer addicted to discovering something new each time. When this fire dies down the sun begin to set on life.Then there is nothing left to experience afresh,no new horizon to discover,no frangrance to be felt, nothing new to taste,nothing is heard and no vitality left to set the world in motion.One might be alive, breathing but resting in coldness of grave. The connotation of Fitoor/Junoon/Addiction is warm like rushing of blood, is
self-absorbing,definitive,compelling,self-propelling and engaging beyond time and space.
Reminded of favorite couplet ;-
Kyuon barkhudaar,kya kaya numaya kar gaye
Saari umar yunhi bas khaya, piya aur mar gaye !!
(Hey old soul what did u do with your frame
whole life ate,drank and eventually dead !!!)
Whatever sets one in motion is fuel for engine of that life, is basic need, the constant thought , the fitoor/junoon/addiction of that soul. Take that away and engine begin to stutter, give it all too soon and run the risk of over-heating the engine and eventual ceasure.If its too far-fetched and out-landish yet again the journey becomes painful austerity. The presence of fuel called fitoor/junoon/addiction is as important as its quantified handling almost akin to fine tuned engine to give optimum mileage. One needs a pinch of madness to achieve more then ordinary. The stretch part is handling of this addiction.
One who has learned the art of handling his addiction has mastered self and one's surroundings. If one fears every crest and trough that comes one's way how would one ever be able to traverse valleys and mountains of life ! For experiencing the beauty of a beach its important to be there at the shore and make first contact with the rising waves of the ocean, to feel the sand being swept away from under the feet, the raw force of the water, see afloat the various treasures sea brings to the shore. One is not expected to swim across the ocean but walk into it to the extent possible with fair judgement.
Man by instinct is explorer and wanderer addicted to discovering something new each time. When this fire dies down the sun begin to set on life.Then there is nothing left to experience afresh,no new horizon to discover,no frangrance to be felt, nothing new to taste,nothing is heard and no vitality left to set the world in motion.One might be alive, breathing but resting in coldness of grave. The connotation of Fitoor/Junoon/Addiction is warm like rushing of blood, is
self-absorbing,definitive,compelling,self-propelling and engaging beyond time and space.
Reminded of favorite couplet ;-
Kyuon barkhudaar,kya kaya numaya kar gaye
Saari umar yunhi bas khaya, piya aur mar gaye !!
(Hey old soul what did u do with your frame
whole life ate,drank and eventually dead !!!)
Labels: Sweet Addictions...
posted by Nomade at 12:11 PM
1 Comments:
aadat se majboor hum, aadat se majboor hum.... haar kar bhi tumse jeetne ki zid.... khud ko luta kar tumko paane ki zid... yeh ek nasha hai... jo na chahe chdta hai aur usi ki bad-hawasi mein koi kisi se pyaar kar baith-ta h ai..
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