When talking about spirituality, the word spirit pops up. Used very often for versatile tasks, having different meanings for different media but nevertheless we all use that. Sometimes some of us don’t even know what it actually means and at others, all of us don’t know what it means. Other than just being a linguistic term, the spirit has a spirit of its own. We borrow the spirit from the word and put it into whatsoever we are dealing with. Without having being proven scientifically, it’s always there in shining in its eternal glory.
Times are changing. With every second passing by, we hear that time is changing. Nothing in this universe is the same as the older second that just left the platform. It’s always a brand new second, a brand day, a brand new month, a brand new year and a brand new start. But in some of the newer days, everything around us is getting digitalized. Everything is connected to the other creating this codec massive chaos, where one thing is manipulating the other. Somewhere in the ancient tales, there used to be a species having those interlinked interrelations and we hear that the species was the homo-sapiens.
In some of the ancient tales that I happen to remember, people used to come up with masterpieces, claiming to have injected their spirits into those masterpieces, whether that be Mona Lisa, Taj Mahal, The Great Wall of China, Pyramids of Egypt, Religions like Islam and Christianity and the list goes on. Spirituality is always exhibited by the monument that stands beside you, claiming its eternal glory. And now, well, the times are changing. The monuments today are these digital codes, interconnected devices, 3-D visions and virtual realities.
It’s very difficult for me to digest that an electronically written program can exhibit a spirit being put into it. For me the idea of something spiritual is somewhere you can walk into, a magnificent height and a nirvana exhibiting monument. Somehow I never got the idea of a mechanical spirit, of a digital spirit, a spirit exhibited into a code, a spirit exhibited by a giant compressor, a rocket or even a sky scraper for that matter. A spirit needs to be simple, elegant and soothing. Through an era, I have been thinking that its all about money, but it simply is not.
It is about passion, about dignity, about recognition and to some extent about offering services to the mankind. Money, multinationals and billionaire personalities and glories are just the side benefits that come along. There must be some people who can make a difference with their bare hands and a vision. Those are the new spiritual people we are going to find abundantly and I guess with everything revolutionized, the franchise of spirituality has launched another brand entitled Digital Spirituality because after all the following is very much true:
People take different roads seeking fulfillment and happiness. Just because they’re not on your road, doesn’t mean that they are lost.
In search of an answer
I roamed here and there
Jut to find out
It’s where the heart lies that matter
The key to all the riddles lies inside
Have to make oneself uncover, unhide
You always know what you’re looking for
Call by the obstacles and take a ride
Sit back, relax, it’s you, you should flatter
Heads up, hopes high, don’t let the courage scatter
Success is not a destination but a mere attitude
In the end, these are the things that truly matter
Walked toward an end- dead
Laid down, rested his head
Told not to get up
Neither for water, nor for bread
Without the spice, goes that taste
Ran to manage that hasty haste
When bliss is a ‘satisfaction’ from ‘now’
Its ‘now’, he shouldn’t waste
It’s when the hunger of life grew
When he stopped his soul to chew
When he said, “It’s for him this time”
It was then he decided to start anew
When you fall for someone special
You get out, you break the comfort shell,
Offer your heart, you offer your love
You take her to skies of devotion and far above
You don’t know whether you’ll get returned
That devoted heart, that love yearned
In those deep eyes, you want to get drowned
Lost in the valley and then never be found
Though life’s awarded once, it’s worth betting for her
You wouldn’t stop betting, if you had another
People sacrifice the present for a better tomorrow
Yet you can’t slay the moments of her sight and then live with the sorrow
It was the morning of 16th December, 2014. A ceremony was being held in a school when badge of students was passing out from the school and was celebrating its farewell function, while others were there to join them in their celebrations and to see them off for their flight onto the horizons of successes and dreams.
Meanwhile around 7 people stepped inside the hall, holding arms and dressed like guards. Innocent children were too innocent and excited to notice and judge them by their mere appearance. After that moment, all they heard, instead of their teacher’s addresses, was the sound of bullets, what they heard was the echoes of blasts, what they heard was the screams of their fellows being shot, what they heard was the chaos of one of the most brutal terrorist attack in the history of mankind.
Militants started shedding their bullets onto the children, who were trying desperately to find an escape, to find a shield to cover themselves, to hide from those eyes and to run faster than the chasing bullet, but they could not. Militants kept on showering bullets for about 15 minutes to those who could offer their chests to a bullet as the mere resistance and as the only shield to stop that bullet.
The principal of the school had a chance to save her life but she refused to impart herself from her children. She refused to live a life she would gain while turning her back towards her children. She decided to lead herself to her self-suicide mission but she couldn’t abandon her children. She might have made a mistake as when she tried to save her children from those animals, they burnt her in front of her pupils.
This is the price we have to pay when we decide to fight this war against terrorism. This is the exchange of freedom when Pakistan is trying to clear its areas from the militant groups. Children have to offer their throats for barbarians to slaughter when the country raises voice for the betterment of the nation. A school principle has to be burnt when she chooses to stay on the side of her pupils. Mothers have to mourn over the left overs of their children’s bodies as bounty when the armed forces of Pakistan are trying to establish the rule of humanity in Pakistani Territory.
This is the price we have to pay for freedom, another war of freedom is going on after the establishment of Pakistan as a result of a freedom resolution. This would just act as a catalyst to agitate the nation’s demand for peace because one of the ending moments of rule of dark lords are those moments when it is at its maximum and what other maxima is expected than to slaughter children who just came to school for never leaving the building again and those who survived actually see their fellows off onto the horizons of dreams!!