Who am I?

One day I was trying to understand who am I. It has been years since then and I have still not been able to define myself. Am I myself? Why am myself and not others? Because I am different from others? So means I am not myself but I am no one else. Then who are others? They are all because they are all different. If there are identical people, then who is each of them individually? Am I a form? Am I existing? Am I a thaught? Am I reality? I dont know. Do I exist? I think so since I think others exist. What if they also just think they exist? If nothing and no one was reality, then what is all this? Is it all what I think? Do I think that these all are real? What is reality? For me, someone is rich but maybe for someone, he is poor. So then who is he? Is he just a human being in reality and everything else is just imagination? if that is the case, there is a rule for imagination. I can imagine someone rich or poor only after I imagine myself first. If I am rich or poor is my imagination. When for me itself, I am imagination, then what am I for others? How do others imagine me exactly the way I imagine myself? What is the boundary for reality and where does imagination come in? How do I decide whether my home is big enough or not? If I think it is big, it is or else it is not. So size is imaginary. Poverty is imaginary. My achievements in life are my imagination. Some people may think they fail when they reach where I am. For some this is dream. All the things I think are real to me are my imagination. My life is my imagination. My happiness is my imagination. What is reality? Is anything I dont imagine reality? I did not imagine this world. It exists. Is that a reality? I did not imagine people. Are they real? I did not imagine a lot of things. Are they real? Some things I drew conclusion about. About my wealth. About my achievements. About my home. There is reality in some things but perspective is imaginary. Hunger is real but poverty is imaginary. Home is real but size is imaginary. My words are real but the meanings are imaginary. This blog is real but your understanding is imaginary. You are real but who you are is imaginary. I am real but who am I is imaginary. Everything in a perspective is imaginary and everything in a whole is reality. Road is reality but left and right are imaginary. Brain is reality but intelligence is imaginary. Now your restlessness is real but your confusion is imaginary. You are real but your life is imaginary. My blog is real but its sense is imaginary:)

Why is Islam Violent

I know this is a controversial title but I wanted to say what I felt from my heart. I was born and educated in the largest democracy (India) and am living and working in the oldest democracy ( USA). This makes me a expressive enough to write on this topic. There is a direct relationship between Islam and inferiority. This is a very natural behaviour. Small fishes in sea swim together since they are weak. Weak animals in the forest flock together. Now for human beings, unsuccessful and violent people form gangs and are menace in the society. Illiterate and less heard form labour union. People get together, elect their representatives for a collective voice to bargain. Nations formed UN for collective reasoning and caused. We can see there is a tendency among weaker or smaller ones to form a certain form of union to bargain and gain. Religion is one such union where people try to get together for their collective reasoning for life, to bargain and gain a better life. The purpose of a religion is to combine people so that they can achieve collective goals. Unfortunately there is a religion which in itself is a goal. Islam. As we see it and hear it, as per its followers, Islam is the reason and the cause. There is nothing more to achieve in it together than the religion. I am a hindu. For me my religion is a collective way of society. It is a way where I have a common understanding of being human and work for each others benefits. My religion teaches me to be passionate about others, care for others and accomodate everyone especially the weaker. In essence, it teaches me a way and reason for life. My religion is not my achievement, but is a way to my goals. Here is where is the disconnect. Islam as a religion is the cause. It is not a way to achievement but is the goal. My religion, Hinduism paves stones of faith, passion, brotherhood, tolerance, content in my way to success. Whereas Islam, paves its people on its way. The consequence? Do I need to even say about it? Islamists have very low identity. In their religion, in their society, they are perfect. religious, strong and sensible. But when they go out in the world, they are out of place, out of reality and weak. Their religion does not give them strength but uses them to get powerful. It is the only religion which does not approve of anyone not agreeing to their cause. It is a stone age thinking. If I dont agree with you, I dont have right to live. This is the most ridiculous thing I can think of. And people who follow this religion have made it as ridiculous as it can get. We are human being, we live for society, peace and growth. Other religions keep us focussed on these goals. Islam on the other hand, keeps us focussed on itself. I can keep writing but I get sick to my stomach writing about this religion. There is nothing wrong with the religion but everthing is wrong the way people follow it. I hope the mullahs would wake up and let people live like humans and not animals serving a cause.