Are we just puppets?

Today, I heard the news of an accident in which two established Marathi actors – Anand Abhyankar, Akhsay Pendse passed away.  Along with Akshay, his 1.5 yr old son also passed away. On hearing this, the first thought, or rather question, that came into my mind was – are we puppets? Do we have no control on what’s happening?

Let me start with how did the accident happen. These guys were travelling in their Wagon R on the Mumbai-Pune express highway at night. They were heading towards Mumbai. A tempo (miniature truck) was travelling in the opposite direction (towards Pune). There’s a huge divider in between the two lanes. But still, somehow, the tempo driver lost his control, plunged over the divider and slammed into Anand’s car. How bad could the destiny have been for these guys? I mean how the hell did they know that the very second they were going past that point, a vehicle would come and hit them. Had there been a couple of seconds here and there, who knows, they might have been saved and have been living right now with us.

What does this whole scene indicate? I get a feeling of everything being pre-programmed. It’s written. Maktub. We’re puppets. If this is the real case, then why did god created us? Just for his own entertainment? Is it like a movie for him? Why does he gives us the brain to plan for our future, for our kids, for our parents? Why does he gives birth to babies if he plans to take them away when they are at an age of 1.5 yrs? Why does he shows hope and pulls us towards something good and then as soon we get a touch of it, he snatches it back? Is this fair? They say that – “you create your own destiny”. Does the 1.5 year old kid even know what destiny means? Why did not god give him a fair chance to create his? Imagine the catastrophic situation of the parents, the wife, the children of people passing away in such brutal accidents? What was their mistake that they deserved this?

This is how it has been happening and this is how it will happen. Someone up there uses us like a puppet. Whenever he wants us to laugh, he makes us laugh. Whenever he wants us to be sad, he makes us cry. If that’s how it’s going to be, then how can he expect us to be his devotees? How can he expect us to worship him daily? And why should we? Because he can go ahead and kill our babies?  It’s a mere puppet show going on here and we never know who’s time is going to come when.  Just stay positive and keep your fingers crossed!

The Wait, The Search, The Hope

Whatever stage of life you're going through, there is one thing common across all the stages - the wait, the search, the hope.
You can be a kid waiting for your mom to come to pick you up at the daycare; You could be a old man whose only wish is to see his long distant son near him when takes his last breath. You could be warrior hoping to return home and see your wife and kids. You could be a repenting man hoping to wipe off his past. Whatever it is, you always have hope. Your eyes keep looking for something. Wherever you go, we search for only one thing - hope.

Based on this thought, I wrote a few lines, trying my best to tell as many things as possible from these few lines. Here you are -

I look into the sky,

And search for god.

I look into her eyes,

And wait for a nod.

I look at the soil,

And search for my feet.

I look at the horizon,

And wish we could meet.

I look into my past,

And i search for a face

I look into the future

Hoping to win the race.

I look at my tired palms,

And try to read every line.

I look at the rainy cloud

Hoping the sun would shine.