Showing posts with label pain. Show all posts
Showing posts with label pain. Show all posts

Sunday, February 6, 2011

JIGSAW


The Saw series became popular not just in America but also in many other countries for being some of the most horrifying and gory movies ever made in Hollywood. For those who have not seen the series either out of ignorance or out of sheer horror, let me give you an insight into the premise of these movies.



The concept, around which the series revolves, is that of a psychopath serial killer who likes to call himself ‘Jigsaw’. Even though the investigators and the media labels him as a killer, technically he is not a killer. All he does is choose people who, he thinks do not value either their own life or the lives of others and put them into a trap, or rather what he likes to call 'A Game'. He always gives his victims instructions on how to play the game and free themselves from the traps that they are in. In order to obtain the key which may unlock the trap, they would have to go through pain. The process might even be fatal. But the victims have to make a choice…a choice of either going through the painful process and trying to free themselves or stay where they are, do nothing and die. The choice is always theirs…and must be made quickly for there is a clock that is ticking.
The design of the game is such that, even though it is Jigsaw who sets up the trap, he does not actually kill them. It is purely their choice that would determine their fate. There is also a lesson which Jigsaw wants his victims to learn, which he believes they will, if they survive through the game.
Just like any other tangent concept, these series have been appreciated by many and also subjected to much criticism. But nevertheless, they have managed to capture the attention of audience worldwide.
Even though the series do not feature on my list of favourites, my appreciation of the concept and curiosity to understand its treatment in the sequels, got me to watch most of them. After recovering from the impact of the gory scenes in the movies, I pondered over the concept. The result…was a revelation. The revelation was that of the real Jigsaw.
We all are in a game. God, The Almighty, Our Creator or whatever one might call that supernatural power, is the Jigsaw. He gives us instructions in many different ways unlike the character in the movie, who always uses a mini tape. It is for us to decipher the instructions. We too have to make choices. Tough choices. Survival is not the objective of the game, for we are aware that death will come someday. This game designed by the real Jigsaw is far more complex than the ones in the movies. There might be more than one objective, but one of the core objectives that I have come to realize is that of Growth. We are here to grow…not just physically but mentally, emotionally and most of all… spiritually. The process of growth too, is painful…at times, extremely painful. The question is whether we make the choice of going through the pain and enduring it, to free ourselves in order to learn the lessons and progress karmically or decide to be stagnant and decay.
The game began the moment we took birth. The process of birth too, is painful for both the mother and the child. If I am here writing this and you are there reading this, it means that we have endured pain to a certain extent and grown. Do we have what it takes to grow further? Do we have what it takes to make the choice? Are we willing to break our cocoons and let the thorns prick our feet before the petals kiss them?
Make the choice soon, for the clock is ticking…but unlike the games in the movies, we are not shown the clock. All we know is that it is ticking…and the real Jigsaw is watching…
So…are you ready to continue playing the Game?









Sunday, October 24, 2010

My Dead Sea Scroll

I am publishing something I had written almost 5 years back. I knew it was there somewhere hidden in one of those old books I used to carry around while travelling. As I opened the book and turned the pale yellow pages, I found what I had been looking for, since a very long time. The peculiar smell of aging papyrus and the words on it, took me back to that day...when I began writing this in the second class compartment of a local train, sitting on the edge...the fourth seat.

This is why I decided to call this

'My Dead Sea Scroll'.

Tum hi ho maata; pita tum hi ho
Tum hi ho bandhu; sakha tum hi ho.
Jo khil sakena who phool hum hain…
Tumhare charanon ke dhool hum hain.
Daya ki drishty sada hi rakhna…
Tum hi ho bandhu; sakha tum hi ho.’

I heard an enchanting voice sing these words today. He was no saint or singer. He was a poor old blind man. The place was no shrine or stage…it was the crowded second class compartment of a local train. But his voice was indeed enchanting like that of a saint. His voice made that second class coach seem like a serene peaceful shrine. His voice echoed and made invisible divine bells ring.

It touched me deep in my heart. That voice had not originated from his vocal chords…it originated from the pain that accompanied him always, hiding in the deep trenches of his heart. Drops of tears swelled up in my eyes.

He reminded me of those millions who live a cursed life on this earth…those souls who never break free from the shackles of life. The ugly tentacles of poverty and sorrow clutch them like prisoners of hell. They are like those caged birds, who dream of freedom inspite of their wings being cut.

The irony is that, we who are blessed are not as happy as they are. They find happiness even in the midst of sorrow. They enjoy the little pleasures of life…be it a glass of tea by the roadside or playing in the puddles during monsoon.

We the blessed, do not take a few minutes of life to measure what we have and be thankful. We fail to realize that we are blessed. We always complain about the things that we don’t have. We are never contented. They are the prisoners of life and we are the prisoners of our minds. It is we who are truly blinded by the fog of greed that covers the landscape of our minds.

Today, when I see this man, I thank God for everything that I have. I wanted to help him, but I could do nothing except give him a rupee.

I remain silent. Silence is my prayer to God. The drops of tears in my eyes are my offerings to him. I pray to him to be there for the good. I pray to him to awaken those asleep. I pray to him to give me the strength to contribute whatever I can to make this marvelous world more beautiful.