After a long period of time, I have a dialogue with my friends cum students. I was feeling like some unknown in me was revealing me or my consciousness was revealing substratum of my being. Dialogue is the genesis of wisdom, especially when it begins with open heart to unlearn the rooted prejudices. Monologue reflects a culture of ego, blind and dogmatic, happy in an "inner retreat to citadel" (Ishaih Berlin). Socrates was wise because he was aware about his ignorance. So he went to a journey of dialogue. "Academia", a borrowed term from Greece, a culture of modern teaching, which is not embracing a culture of dialogue. Teaching has become a monologue profession, whereas communicative reason is not explored. Two people can talk only in a symmetrical relationship to converge the static position into malleability. Dialogue is the possibility of real integrated learning. I'm blessed to get an opportunity to learn, share, and enter into a dialogical space. What on earth is so satisfying than sharing without any care of return? Which ethics is greater than the total surrender before the universe to realize its sublime beauty? Life is really a great space when one finds music in unknown. Planning, career, and growth are the anxiety of future, which is as unreal as a sense of time. Life is here and now and its fragrance could be felt through mindfulness. No language of power is graceful enough to substitute the feeling of love and care towards each and every aspect of life. I accept everything as real. For me, good and evil are just like mental construction of complex thoughts. Life is to be felt in totality without compromising with its truth and beauty. I'm feeling blessed and sharing my feeling not for the sake displaying my privilege but to share happiness with each one of you, who is a part of my reality. Thank you. Good night friends!!
पढ़ता हूँ हर एक दिन एक ही पन्ना, हर दिन हज़ार ये मालूम पड़ते हैं। जबसे होश संभाला है एक ही पन्ना सवांरते आया हूँ, लोग इसे ज़िन्दगी कहते हैं। इसपे लिखे हर एक लब्ज़ जो मेरे मालूम पड़ते हैं, ना जाने कितने जुबां पे चढ़े होंगे। आज हम भी कुछ पल के लिए ही सही इसके सारथी हैं, जाने से पहले कुछ रंग मेरा भी इसपे चढ़ जाए, बस इसीलिए एक ही पन्ना बार बार पलटता रहता हूँ। हर कोई अनजाने किताब की तलाश में बाहर निकलता है, जिसका हर एक पन्ना वो ख़ुद है। जब ख़ुद के रंग को समझ ही ना पाया, तो भला इंद्रधनुषी किताब के क्या मायने हैं? अस्तित्व में ना जाने कितने पन्ने बिखरे पड़े हैं, बस एक से ही अवगत हो जाऊँ, उसके हर एक शब्द को चुनता जाऊँ, कुछ पल के लिये सही, पिरोता जाऊँ एक माला ज़िन्दगी का।
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