What is living life of truth.......

Living a life of truth to me is living a life where lying and deception lives side by side with honesty and uprightness. The TRUTH is in accepting both shades of life as essential part of our day today living. Always telling the truth is neither warranted, nor desired just as lying and deceptions are not warranted all the time. Both sides are used and should be used to deal with situation of life in a judicious manner for the good of humanity and the world.

It is important that truth be told and telling lies be refrained from. But what is more important is the manner of telling the truth or lies. Truth told with malice is no worse than lies that brings enemity and mistrust. Infact, truth with malice hurts more than anything else.

Truth told to save a person's life or for the goodness of humanity is as divine as lies told to prevent the inevitable misery, harm or destruction caused by the evil forces.

Truth, should not be spoken for truth's sake only, but for the beauty and love that truth brings. If truth is designed to bring misery and mistrust, then cast away the truth. Lying should be avoided not only for the sake of untruth in it, but for the strife and distrusts it brings.

In our day today life ... if the question of whether to tell the truth or untruth comes up face to face, then please use all your mental faculty to ask yourself its intention, whether what you say is intended to bring happiness or sorrow, whether it is intended to bring bring misery or smiles, whether it is intended to prevent the evil or to cause the evil to take it's course. The divinity or devilry is not in truth or untruth itself, but in the purpose of saying these words of truth and untruth.

I keep meeting people who says they never tell lies, but I am yet to meet a person who have always spoken the truth. The moments of lies and truth are as true as day following night and night following the day. It is not within human capacity to prevent these two aspects..... but it is very much within human capacity to decide when to say what and for what purpose. So, let your purpose be always for good of youself and for humanity.

Thus Sulu muses.


NB. What I write is not intended to preach, or for someone to follow it. What I muse is only intended for my self, my inner conversation spoken out on FB so that I can have other's view on the matter. Each of us have rite to have our view of life. So please feel free to express your ideas as you think.

Perhaps, our fear of death is not from death itself or it's cause, but lack of faith in the process of life.

In whose hand your life is ........

It is true that our life is never so helplessly in someonelses mercy as is in the hands of our barber as his knife runs down from our chin to our neck, passing through that life line called jugular vein.
Last Sunday, even as I was having my hair cut, this thought coursed through my mind.Though this is the eternal fact, and our life depends on that thin sharp edge of our barber not cutting through those delicate jugular veins, we dont feel the fear that is so associated with our death passing through that delicate edge.
I think it is because we are conditioned to have blind faith on our barber, that he shall never let such accident happen.This makes Sulu think that, perhaps,our fear of death is not from death itself or it's cause, but lack of faith in the process of life. Thus Sulu muses.

Leading a happy and natural life ......

" Food shall not be eaten for sake of its taste, Sex shall not be indulged in for sake of pleasure and Money shall not be earned for sake of power it gives. This is the way to lead happy and natural life." Sulu recieves this sms from his friend, reads it and thinks otherwise.

Sulu thinks way to natural and happy life is by relishing the taste thatfood gives,enjoying the pleasure that sex gives , and enjoying the power that money gives.

Sulu justifies his thought by thinking :-

"Lord in all his sagacity thought that, Men, lazy as they are, will not survive and starve to extinction without the intense desire to satisy its taste buds. Nature provided us concept of taste, and this lure of taste ensured our survival. This was his way of tending to survival of his favourite child. And then, what is more relishing than the after feeling of a sumptuos food.

" Lord in his wisdom thought that, Men, selfish as they are, will not take to procreation but for the intense sexual desire that will drag him to act of procreation. It was nature's intention that we enjoy our sexuality. It was His Way of prolonging his act of creation. After all, what gives better sense of pleasure than the after glow of a fufilling sex!!

Lord, in all his discerning way thought, that, without the desire to succeed and pride in sense of accomplishment, men will remain stagnent in its life like any other animal. It was desire for better material comforts in life that drove the men to present level of civilisation. Bestowing sense of desire to acquire more wealth was nature's way of ensuring our continuous progress. After all, what gives us more sense of accomplishment than being able to dispense our wealth and power to the people whom we feel are in in such need."

Further Sulu thinks:-
" Nature wasnt interested in creating machine men, a robot devoid of tantalising aspect of human frailty. He believed in creating a spiced up life by blessing us with such attributes as sex, emotion and ambition. Desire for sexual fulfilment, desire to satisfy one's taste bud, and men's aspiration to live better are the ignition point for spurts in human progress.

Living a natural and fulfilling life is living according to nature's provision. Living by what men thinks nature wants us to live is open to debate because what he thinks is what he thinks according to the contours of his thought not along the curves and lines that nature provided us with. The only restricting factor in exercising our natural attributes is resisting excess and remaining moderate."

Sulu tells himself, " Dont resist what nature desires of you. Resist only the excesses which are not natural. Enjoy life as nature provided us with, and not as per men thinks how nature wants us to live. Billion men will have billion thoughts, and we cant live according to everyones thoughts."

Sulu wonders whether to send his friend his thought or not .. to send or not ..... to send or not and sleeps off.

What a man …….!


Date:- Undated
Place:- Zaranj, Afghanistan


There is a gentlemen somewhere in the busy world, amongst the hustle and bustle of modern life, whose expectations from life are poor in worldly measure, but rich from life’s necessities. Whose life flows fresh and clear, searing through the mad world of modern life.

His needs are simple, he just wants to lead his life with contented heart, tranquil mind and still soul. He doesn’t aspire to master anything or preach anyone, but has a clear mind and clear purpose which keeps him apart from rest of the world. He finds his peace and satisfaction in whatever work or job he does. He doesnt not have ill will towards anyone, nor he is rude or quick to judge others. He doesnt build a mental world of resentment and vengefulness.


Instead, he builds a heart large enough to accommodate loving words and rebukes alike, gentle mind to absorb beautiful behavior and occasional rudeness of the world with equanimity. He has a personality pleasing to both gentle teacher caring those tender children and hard worked men toiling by the quarry. He doesn’t look to being flooded with good only, nor completely shielded from evil, but he wishes to pass by both good and evil, and know their differences and place them in their own places. He prays that the grace and gentleness that God has blessed us be shared and rubbed into those who have wandered off and are in want of it, even if they don’t realize. He also prays for the healing hands of God to touch all our heart, which is burning and is in anguish because of spiritual darkness we are living in. He understands that good men and evil men as world understands are Almighty God's children. More than the world, it is God who understands us.

Having put in sincere effort, he is satisfied with whatever God has blessed him with. He understands and lives by the fact that man’s stomach needs just enough food to keep him from hunger and provide necessary nutrients, man’s body needs just enough cloth to protect him from vagaries of weather. But he also knows that hungry stomach and cold body is no vessel for spiritual freedom, and lack of these amenities causes all the miseries of life. Having realised this, he works hard so that for want of these worldy things, he doesnt compromise with his spiritual life.

This is the story, sulu tells himself.

Conversing with myself - X

Date:- 03.01.2006
Place:- Zaranj, Afghanistan

Waking from a Nightmare .....

I can see my life clearly and impassiontely wading through fleeting moments of time. My life, as of today is led by whims and fancies of mind rather than my detrmined purpose and direction. I can see the kinds of thoughts that constantly pour inside my mind. It has a strong leaning towards the fantasy filled world and is susceptible to to such pleasure seeking fun filled; foolishly melodramaticworld constructed to please the ever seeking lazy mind. I can see and feel the kind of thoughts that filters into my mind, I cannot check those unwanted time and energy sapping thoughts from entering inside and filling my mind.
My saner and more sensible part of mind has awakened and has recognized what is good and bad for mind. But now, if I don’t let those superfluous and negative thoughts enter inside my mind; then I should train my mind to accept constructive and positive thoughts. I need to tune my mind and heart towards positive and constructive world of thoughts and deeds. I wake up from twilight zone of half asleep and half awake.

So says sulu to himself.

Conversing With Myself - IX

Let me be ........

Let ,
My inner self and external world,
Remain balanced and harmonious.
Let,
Me learn to accept life as it comes,
Because,
Life and death,
Are nature’s rhythm.
Why … then worry?
Who can challenge destiny?
Let,
Me enjoy my life,
Like a child,
Free of care and worry.
Let,
Me take my life,
One step at a time,
Till it lasts.

So says sulu to himself.

Conversing With Myself -VIII

Where am I?

In silence and quietness,
Introspect.
There in one will find,
All his answers.

So says sulu to himself.

Conversing With Myself- VII

Date:- undated
Place :- Zaranj, Afghanistan.

Home is where heart is.

Roads were many,
And forked at places.
Lest I loose.
Took the route,
To the home that led.
Leaving behind,
Works and worries,
Where it belongs.
I tread on.

Lively is my step,
Gloom and worry,
Pain and weary,
Of body and soul,
Fades away,
As my spirit rise,
And home beckons,
I tread on.

Tinkling sound,
Of,
My little boy,
And,
Mirthful laughter,
of,
My little daughter,
Sings in my mind.
Heavy was my heart,
And,
Lighter it grows as,
I tread on.

I long for;
Tender arms,
And long feet;
That embraced my body.
Delicate fingers;
That pricked my ears.
Nimble palms;
That searched my face.
I long for those smiles;
Which tells,
Of thousand mischieves,
I long for tears,
That adorn,
Childs tender face.
That gleeful laughter,
And tenderly tear,
That rankling cheers,
Beckons me my dear.
I tread on.

Long is the way,
Longer still I have waited,
For my home and hearth.
Deeper and deeper,
My longing grows,
For a glance,
Of my loved ones.
Cold food and gloomy weather,
In a strange land,
Tells the tales,
Of love and warmth,
That home is made of.
I tread on.

Though,
My feet crumples,
And head spins,
My spirit soars,
Beyond mortals reach.
Over the mountains,
And the hills,
Seas and rivers,
Across the oceans,
And desserts.
With wings,
Of wind and light,
I shall be home dear.

And so sulu sings to himself.

Conversing With Myself - VI

Date:- Undated
Place:- Zaranj, Afghanistan

Let the life flow .........

Be slow and steady,
In whatever you do.
Take time to think.
Take time to talk.
Take time to act.
This way;
You will lead a life of contentment.

So says sulu to himself.

Conversing With Myself -V

Date:- 28.11.2006
Place:- Zaranj, Afghanistan

One man comes and says do this way. Another man comes and says do that way. First man may be right from his point of view and wrong from second person’s point of view. If the first person carried out the work as per his idea, most probably, he would have accomplished the work in the best possible manner. If the first person carried out the work as per second person’s idea, most probably he would not have accomplished the work in the best possible manner.

If the second person carried out the work according to his idea most probably he would have accomplished it in the best possible manner. If the second person had carried out the work as per the first man’s advise, he would find the manner unfamiliar and foreign and might not be able to accomplish the work in the best possible manner.


This shows that there is no universal way to do a thing, but there is universal philosophy how best one can perform his task. And that philosophy is realizing our own strength and attitude and aligning our effort in that line while performing our task. Each of us are unique and imbued with equal potentiality. The secret to success is identifying that unique quality and nurturing it.

Therefore, whenever you have a task to perform, find the best way you will enjoy doing it. That way, you will be romancing your work instead of being tasked to carry out the works which are foreign to you.

In the end, shall we say there is more merit in an individual’s attitude towards his work than the starched and well laid out ways of doing the work.
Work on your attitude man, on your attitude.

So says sulu to himself.

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In this section I will share some innocuous conversation I had with myself and which was jotted down in my diary.

Conversing With Myself -IV

Musing of a parent

Children are bundle of joys. I tell myself when in one of the better moods watching my children laugh and play. Children are bunch of nuisance. I tell myself watching them play and laugh, when in one of that dreadful foul mood and am looking for excuse for that foul mood.
These are the momentary response at the spur of moment of a parent.
But children are children and are inscrutable in their loveliness and mischief. They never fail to lift my spirit from the darkest of that occasional emotional turbulence that each of us have to pass through from time to time. The innosence in their mischief, and that irresistably rascal mischief in their mirth are the shades of life which brings rapturous joys to the parents. In their laughter and their mischief, in the sparkle of their eyes and rankling sweet voice of their laughter are sown seeds of sense of accomplishment, the desire to be best in the world, the wilful readiness to sacrifice everything to keep that innocent face smiling and mischievous and to let that free spirit soar to the limitless sky. The magic and miracle happen with every step the children take. They are the apple of their parents and their loveliness pales all other beautiful things put together in the wide wide word.

To the children, parents are the whole world and to the parents, the whole world has come wrapped in a bundle in the shape of their children.

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With age comes wisdom tinged with cynism and doubt. I ask my self whether with passage of time, will we continue to bask in the unconditional love we share now, will their spirit continue to soar on the wings of our hope, will their zeal continue to glaze with the power of our prayer.

Then my cynism self tells me, once I was also a darling of my parents and basked under their unconditional love. What are you to your parents now. What is your present equation with them. Dark clouds of doubt sets in.

My wisdom self comes to my rescue and in its soothing words whispers, " Enjoy your day while the sun shines, look at the clear blue sky and fill yourself with peace and immensity it bestows, not at the whip of dark cloud somewhere in the corner of far away sky. Once you were a child sporting as gaily as your children, and now you are a parent, proud and anxious as your parents were, and soon you will be a grand parent enjoying the evening of your life. Soon your children will will play their part as life metaphores from one role to another role."

"Ah ! yes ," I tell myself.

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Musing of an aging parent. So says sulu to himself.

Conversing With Myself -III

A beautiful perspective to see through your day .......


Another beautifull message I got from my uncle yesterday morning.

" The beauty of the morning isnt the sunrise but the thought of God giving us another day to see through life and become more wise." Good morning.

How true, how true I told myself. And while I was taking the morning walk this morning, I saw the lovely message among the flowers that blossomed all round the subroto park, in the leaves that looked fresh with the morning dews, in the birds that sang and danced from tree to tree, flower to flower, the gentle breeze caressing through my body and mind and weaving through the hair. How miraculous everything looks and how how wonderfull his creations are. I marvelled so.
The beauty of the world grows deeper and wider when we align with nature with depthness of our soul and acceptance of Almighty's blessings in his every creation.

And if you have a doubt, or the problems you face during the day seems unsurmountable, then take a deep breathe, reflect on HIM and ask yourself whether it is the end of the world, or there is a life beyond this seeming problem. You will see, how the momentary difficulty pales in the light of the bigger picture of life that each of us is destined to live, in the wide range of choices we have align our life according to our will.
World, after all is as I will. What better way to start the day with right attitude and gratitude to Lord for blessing us with another day which we can shape with our own hand.

So says sulu to himself.

Conversing With Myself - II

I got a buck up call from one of my uncle in the way of occasional inspirational sms he sends. Last evening evening he sent me this sms -

"BIRTH was not your choice. DEATH will not be your choice. But YES, the way you live between the two terminals is only your Choice."

I love to be in control of my living life. I mean to live and not survive and dictate the term and standard by which I want lead a happy and contented life. Few things which makes me fully in controll of my life are getting up early and walking or exercising upto an hour, deep inhaling exercises, having enough time to contemplate my day ahead, coming to office on time and leaving at right time and having whole of evening to myself and going to bed by 10.30 PM. This routine, though looks innocuous, gives me the feel of immense power and contentedness. Reading bible and praying Lord Jesus gives me spiritual satisfaction. When my family is with me, nothing like spending quality time with my children.
My dear readers will ask me why then, I am putting my best foot back ward. HHmmm!!! Its because I lost control of my life for last few days by going to bed fast two o'clock in the night and getting up late in the morning, thereby loosing my most precious hour of the day, not having gone to church for last two three weeks, and not being able to fully concentrate on my job. All this hullaboo is outcome of my failure to go to bed on time. Today morning also I got up late i.e 0700Hrs and kept ruing over my lazyself self taking over my dilligent self. I had my two financial papers to read, a breakfast to be prepared, bath to be taken and to get ready to go to church, and also exercise which keeps me energised whole day . Time was past my exercise time and there just seems to be not enough time to do everything that I liked to start my day with.

When you are up with such negative thoughts from your sleep it certainly merited my comment best footbackward. Be away you lazy self, be away you negative self, be away you slothfull self ! ......... ................

And LO! after giving vent to my accumualted negative self, i feel lighter and more postive, I see the rainbow colour over the bend. I shall have a nice bath and attend Sunday Churh. Peace Happiness and Goodday to you all. The stretch between two terminals of birth and death is your blank canvas. Paint it the way you want it to be. Once again wishing you a vey happy and fufilling journey between these two terminals.

So says sulu to himself.

Conversing With Myself - I

Every evening I decide to be up by 0500 hrs next morning, keep my resolution for few days, then slip away by ten -fifteen minutes everyday and when I slip down to 0630, I give a buck up call to myself and once again start my 0500Hrs ritual. Presently I am in a late raising zone and thereby skipping my morning yoga and walk. Today was no exception and was up by 0630 hrs, and spent my first few moments ruing over my indiscipline life and prospect of loosing my morning exercise. And like all other previous mornings I resolved to be up by 0500Hrs from next morning. Lets see, how I bounce back from present low.
It is a very refreshing experience to be an early raiser. The fresh air that I inhale in gulps, the birds singing in nearby trees and being at their most playfull mood, the sense of control I have of my own life, the ample time I have for my day to be planned is too good to give a miss. It is that initial inertia of few moments that define my day. If I break that inertia, my day is in my hand and when I am unable to shake off my initial inertia, I get up with a feeling of being a looser and all day, the negative feeling pervades my life.
Today, some how seems to be another promising day for me, lets see what it holds for me and what make it hold for me.

So says sulu to himself