Destiny vs Karma: A conversation

Karma and Destiny are two powerful enigmas that our life revolves around. Recently I had a discussion about this Karma vs Destiny with a very talented blogger Gaurab: Processing the life and it was quite interesting and absorbing. So I thought to write a blogpost about it. Here are some excerpts of the conversation.

Me: I thought you don't believe in Destiny. You only believe in Karma.

Gaurab: Karma shapes our destiny.

Me: So you feel that they are completely interrelated.

Gaurab: Shiva said, "Karma shapes our destiny...following your destiny again creates good karma (which comes first cannot be told but it is a circle).

Me: So you believe it is a circle?

Gaurab: See...there is destiny, but we have karma too. Karma is not like a proportional thing but it shapes our life.

Me: Right. Both these factors rule our life and I feel that they are sometimes independent of each other and sometimes they are mutually dependent.

Gaurab: If you want, then you can change your life for better. Sometimes(not always) your destiny is dependent on the choices that you make.

Me: True. I believe that destiny is 80% dependent on the choices that we make in life and you know, that's where we humans mess it up and then it gets interlinked with karma.

Gaurab: And what about the 20 %?

Me: 20% is scripted by The Supreme. All the people we meet in life who shapes us and plays an integral part in our life...this is totally scripted by God. Now what to do of each person and how to treat them are the choices that we have to make. And every choice has its own consequence.

Gaurab: True. With our choices, we sometimes may end up taking a longer path but finally we will reach our destiny...our home.

Me: Absolutely. I feel there is one power that is stronger than even destiny and karma. That is time. Destiny and Karma are totally dependent on time. 

Gaurab: Yes. Time is indeed very powerful. I have a theory about time...will talk about that later.

And then our conversation drifted to time and its mystery. It is always very enriching to have a deep seated conversation with intellectual people. If you have a different perspective about destiny and karma, then please post it in the comments section.

Without a child's laughter, a house looks like an arid desert!

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A home looks so vibrant and joyful with a child’s laughter, pranks and playfulness. The topic “A healthy child makes a healthy home” reminded me of so many incidents from my life. 

An incident when I was a child

I was a very talkative, naughty and a vivacious child. When I was about eight or ten years old, I used to eat a lot of ice creams whenever I was invited to a birthday or a marriage party. I used to escape the eyes of my mother and gulp down 2-3 ice creams at a go. And then, the next morning I would wake up with tonsillitis, broken voice, cold and fever.

I was no longer a chatterbox as my throat and mouth would hurt every time I would try to speak. My house abruptly transformed into a dull and sullen abode without my giggles and blabbering. My mother would read stories for me from a collection of short stories and I would listen to her in pain. My mother’s face would have shades of woe, suffering and pain as I couldn't question her at all when she was reading the story. On normal days, I would have annoyed her with multiple questions.

I can still remember the pain stricken face of my mother and father. My silence really jabbed their hearts. And after I recovered, they took special care so that I don’t get to eat a single ice cream. 

An incident of my two year old neighbor

My neighbors have a sweet and pretty two year old daughter, Rupsha. I go to visit her often, whenever I get time. She is a powerhouse of energy. My grandmother tells me that I have been just like her in my childhood. She never stops talking and loves to sing and dance.

If I am going through a tiresome day, I just need to visit her and all my tiredness would vanish miraculously. However recently, she fell from the bed and had a fracture in her arm. She would keep crying in her house out of pain. I went to visit her twice but I was totally taken back by the ambiance of my neighbor’s house. It felt as if a beautiful flower garden which was inhabited by the chirpiest birds was replaced by a deadly desert.

There were no laughter and happiness in their house. My neighbors looked lost and pathetic and the little baby wept in pain every now and then. My eyes became clammy at the sight.

I realized why my parents would forbid me to eat ice creams and scold me when I got drenched in rain. I remembered how my parents almost got a heart attack when I got stitches in my head after falling from the swing.

When a child is healthy, he or she spreads happiness all around the house. The parents of the child are always brimming with energy and enthusiasm with their child’s pranks and mischievous activities. A house that has a healthy child is always booming with laughter. Children suffer from cold, sore throat and fever very often. Therefore every parent must give Dabur Chyawanprash to their children which will boost their immunity and make them less susceptible to the common cold. A healthy child really makes a healthy home. Without a child's laughter, a house looks like an arid desert.

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Memory Intrigues (Chapter 30)

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This is the 30th chapter of the mysteriously riveting story "Memory Intrigues". This novel is being written by "Dynamic Wordweavers" for the Game of Blogs organized by Blogadda #CelebrateBlogging

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CHAPTER 30

The story so far:

Cyrus picks up Roohi in his hands and waits for someone to break in to help.  Not much later, Jen and Thorat break in.

“Thanks Cyrus.  Good job.” says Jen as she collects Roohi from him .

“Ahuja has gone to the address you gave me.” Cyrus informs her, not knowing that Ahuja is already receiving ‘special treatment’ from the cops.

“You don’t have to worry about it. He is already learning numbers, counting bars.  Or rather, the cops are learning numbers counting his bones,” Thorat says quietly.

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Roohi looks at Jennifer and ACP Sameer Thorat with terror-stricken eyes, unable to comprehend all the flurry of confusing activity around her.  She slowly edges towards Cyrus, the only familiar person in the room.

Jennifer senses Roohi’s apprehension and kneels down on the floor to match Roohi’s height.

“Hi sweetheart, this is Jennifer.  You can call me Jen or Jenny.”  Jennifer says endearingly.

“And you are princess Roohi…right?” Jennifer continues, finding Roohi silent.

A lovable, yet hesitant smile lights up Roohi’s face.  She nods her head.

“I am your father’s best friend.  Your father is missing you a lot, so he told me to bring his princess Roohi back to him.”  Jennifer says, pinching Roohi’s left cheek.  For some inexplicable reason, Jennifer feels very affectionate towards Roohi.

“Jenny aunty, does Papa really miss me?”  Roohi says with an innocence so natural, that it melts Jennifer’s heart.  How could she have even thought of hurting this kid?

“Yes sweetheart.  Papa and Mamma both miss you a lot.  They cannot live without you.  You are their princess.  Both of them are waiting for you at home.”

“I want to go home Jenny aunty.  I too miss Papa and Mamma. I thought they don’t love me.”

“They love you a lot.  How can someone not love the most beautiful child on this earth?  That is why they told Jenny aunty to bring you back to them.”  Jennifer says in a soft tone.

“Give me one minute; let me bring my pink teddy from that room.” Roohi shouts and runs to the other room in excitement.

Cyrus looks at Jennifer with remorseful eyes.

“It is alright Cyrus. Don’t feel guilty. It is because of you that we got back Roohi completely unharmed.” Jennifer consoles Cyrus.

“Thanks Jennifer. You prevented me from committing the most heinous crime of my life.”

“The wrong path always beckons us, but if we can retreat from that tantalizing path, then that is the real achievement Cyrus”  Jennifer says, more to herself than to Cyrus.

“Do you have a pen Sameer?” Jennifer asks, breaking Sameer’s reverie.

“Huh?” Sameer is totally bedazzled by the way Jennifer talked to Roohi and Cyrus. With every passing second, he can’t help but fall even more in love with this girl.

“Pen?   Yeah. I got one” Sameer pulls out a pen from his pocket.

Jennifer goes to the coffee table where a notepad is kept. She scribbles the words hurriedly after thinking for a few seconds.

Shekh,

The memory card I sent you was blank. This one which I am sending you has been the most important object of my life. This is the memory card which I could risk my life for… However, I don’t need it anymore.

Jen

Jennifer takes out the memory card from the chain which she has been wearing around her neck since almost a decade.  She looks at the card with a smile of contentment.  Roohi’s effervescent laughter brings solace to her mind.

She walks to up to Roohi and kisses her cheeks.

“So princess is all set to go home?  Give this letter and this memory card to your Papa.  Tell him, Jenny has sent it” Jennifer tells Roohi.

“What is in this card?” Roohi asks after receiving the card.

“They are memories” Jennifer says tenderly.

“Why are you not coming with me Jenny aunty?” Roohi asks innocently.

“I will come later.  You go with Cyrus now”  Jennifer replies.

Roohi waves Jennifer goodbye and Jennifer’s eyes well up.

As Jennifer wipes her tears, she remembers that without Sameer this plan wouldn’t have been possible.

“Thank you Sameer.  You don’t know what you have done for me. You saved me from making a very big mess of my life.”

“I want to keep saving you from every anguish, problem and complication of your life.  Just allow me to do so.” Sameer says, inching closer towards Jennifer.”

Jennifer looks at Sameer awkwardly, as Sameer takes her hand in his.

“Marry me Vivacious Jen. I am head over heels in love with you.”

Jennifer – unusually for her - can’t find any appropriate words for the occasion and ends up blushing.  Sameer embraces her and all the broken pieces inside her seem to get glued in that instant with that magical hug.

Jennifer realizes that she has never been so happy in life.  She also decides to give away the photos to Tara; it was because of her that Tara faced so many problems at her work.  After years of turbulence, her mind and heart is finally at peace.  She reciprocates Sameer’s hug with a tight one of her own.

The Dutta Residence

The bell rings.  Tara jumps up and rushes to the door.  Shekhar follows her.  They are overwhelmed by emotions at the sight of Roohi.  Tara hugs Roohi tightly.

“Darling, I missed you so much.  Promise me you won’t leave us again. Mamma is sorry for everything, baby.”  Tara totally breaks down with Roohi in her arms.

“I love you Mamma. I missed you too.  Mamma, why are you crying?” Roohi asks Tara as she understands how much her mother has missed her.

Shekhar thanks Cyrus, who is standing in the corner, his head hanging in guilt and shame.  He takes Roohi in his arms and apologizes to his little princess.

“Papa, Jenny has said to give this to you” Roohi hands over the letter and card to Shekhar.

Shekhar keeps the letter and card on the table.  He moves towards Tara as he finds her talking to Cyrus in a cold tone.

“Please believe me Tara Ma’am.  Roohi felt ignored by you and Shekhar Sir. I just wanted you both to realize her importance. I did not have any idea about Ahuja’s dangerous plan until Jen told me.  I am sorry” Cyrus murmurs.

“Thank you, Cyrus, for bringing my daughter back to me.  And don’t you ever show me your face again.  Just go away.  What you did is unforgivable.” Tara says bluntly, trying to suppress her anger.

Cyrus nods his head and decides to go back to Delhi.  He leaves.

Shekhar pats Tara’s shoulder as a sign of reassurance that she did the right thing. Tara smiles at Shekhar and asks Roohi what she wants to eat.  Shekhar moves to check the letter and memory card sent by Jen.

“I want to have pasta, Mamma.”  Tara smiles at her princess and moves towards the kitchen, when her eyes are riveted by the picture on Shekhar’s laptop.  The photographs of Jennifer and Shekhar displayed on the screen pierce her heart.

“What are these?” Tara asks timidly.

“This is the memory card Jen has sent. It contains old photos of when…”

“You both were in a relationship.”  A tear escapes Tara’s right eye.

Shekhar nods his head.

“I know I have been a horrible wife Shekhar. I don’t have any words to apologize.  I heard Jen and you were talking over phone.  Do you still love Jennifer?  Do we have a future Shekhar?  Please tell me the truth, no matter how bitter it is.” Tara’s vulnerable words go through Shekhar’s heart.

“I may not have gone where I intended to go, but I think I have ended up where I needed to be.  If you have been a bad wife, then I have been a pathetic husband.  What’s done cannot be undone Tara.  I want to begin a new journey from today, with you and Roohi.  You both are my life” Shekhar says, his eyes glistening with tears.  He takes out the memory card and throws it into the dustbin.

Tara’s eyes become moist and she hugs Shekhar with all her love and affection.

“Yay! Mamma and Papa are not fighting today.” Roohi jumps in joy as she sees her parents embracing each other, probably for the first time in years.

Tara and Shekhar laugh at Roohi’s reaction and cuddle their adorable princess. After what seemed like ages, home, to Tara and Shekhar has an arcadian feel about it.

                                                         ~~~~~THE END~~~~~

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