Beyond the Pale: A Journey into Uncharted Realms

"Interesting question. I normally start my writing from where normal thinking stops. "

"What does that mean?"

"I write fiction that explores the outer reaches of human experience, delving into the mysteries of existence beyond what we can see and touch."

"Looks good, can you please elaborate? "

" Thank you, My stories are journeys of the mind and soul, taking readers on wild adventures that challenge their perceptions of reality. I believe that fiction has the power to expand our consciousness, to take us beyond the limits of our everyday lives, and into new realms of understanding. So, if you're ready for a wild ride into the unknown, come along with me on this journey of the imagination."

"How can I join your journey of Imagination with you?"

"No, you do not join my journey, have some experience from my writing, and start your own journey in your own way. You take the lead of your journey."

I was in school. It was an exam day. I was working with my father. I lost time from because at that time there was no watch. I thought I am late. I ran to school. As I reached school and entered the class it was not yet started.

I felt something strange. I felt like I am vomiting I came out of class and out of the school compound. I said my dearest friend to come with me but he did not understand. I walk along the outer wall of the school and went to the backside where there were small open space and big tree over it. I felt that my heart is bursting and I am voting blood. I never had such experience but I felt like that. My head became hot. I felt like that. I was panic. Strange pain was there. In some stage, I became completely blind. I was not able to see at all. I felt that I am near the mouth of death. I was still in standing position. I seated on the ground. It went for some time. I surrendered. Actually, I did not think anything at that time. There was no hope and ho fair too. It was a strange situation. After some time my head started to become cold from the hot state. I felt like so. It becomes colder and colder. I felt like head on ice. I felt comfortable. My eyes opened. It was normal as if nothing happened just before. I could stand. I moved back to the classroom. Examiner had just started to distribute answer paper. I appeared the exam and did well as expected.

When I came back home, I reported to my parents. Mother said it might be the impact of a ghost that stays around the graveyard located on the way for children. That time many children would die while an infant. Father said it is a weakness. He ordered half-liter milk especially for me. I do not know what has happened actually at that time.

The biggest problem in this world is a point of view. Everybody tends to see the world from their own point of view. They knowingly or unknowingly try to fit everyone in their own world. Here is an example of what happens when an editor is highly covered by their own point of view

Writers Write:

A saint was traveling on the way. A little boy looked at him innocently. Saint stopped and the boy hesitantly asked a question, "Where are you going?" Saint smiled and answered, "I am searching for a living being." The boy becomes wired and said confidently, "But you can see so many living people in the community." Saint smiled, took the boy in his arm, and said, "All of them are not living. They are living on a fixed point of view. Living being keeps on changing their views. I am looking for the people living in the real sense like you."

Editor comments:

This piece is reminiscent of a Buddhist teaching story I’ve heard. However, I think it needs a bit more depth. Why, for instance, does “Saint” think that the boy is truly living? Nothing the reader sees marks the boy as special. And what does it mean for the Saint that he has now found what he’s looking for — someone truly alive, like the boy? What was he going to do once he found what he was looking for?

Writer replies:

Thank you, editor, for comments. I realize that I put a cover (That reader are expected to uncover) was harder or thicker than your expectations.

Here the editor is expecting more depth whereas he/she was unable to uncover a simple depth. He/she quickly prepared own story from own point of view and made comments on own story. It did not reach to readers. Is not it the biggest problem?

I have updated my life

with what I experienced this year

New life starts from today

This is my birth day

As long as I am able to update

with new experience

and live one more as new

Its ok

I am ready to live

for the ever

becoe immortal

Even I die

I am ready for the same

I want to conitnue new body

as an continuation of the the same life

new birth day

starting from one

of this or that part

This is my birtd day

Wish me a happy day

Happy year and

Happy life

I grew in a joint family. My generation continuously grew from the previous generation in the family. I always remained attached to the family. I never knew when I transited from the old generation to my generation. The transition was very smooth. There was never been any kind of rear of detachment. Now the system has changed. People started to separate from the family as they grew up. For every youth, there is a separate generation growing outside of the family. If they remained attached to the family, they will remain in the old generation. They must leave the family to be in their own generation. There is a lot of generation gap. The generation gap was also there in the past but there was a smooth transition. Hence, there is a stage in life for present youth that they want to jump to their own generation at the same time they have fear of being detached. They ultimately tend to jump to their own generation. Two generations live separately or even multiple generations live separately in their own generation crossing the fear of detachment.

When we talked about Buddha, two things come in mind: World peace and Do not know about God.

Buddha explored that we are suffering because of our own reason. Hence, we can solve it by changing ourselves. To materialize he suggests five things to take care. (1) Do not hurt anybody in anyways including all living being. (2) Do not smoke and do not pollute the body where your soul is rest. (3) Do not drink alcohol to maintain consciousness all of the time. (4) Do not cheat anyone, stand in yourself (5) Respect women. Can we imagine what happens if everyone follows these five rules? It is nothing but peace in real sense. If everyone becomes Buddhist, can we expect world peace? No, People have to follow these rules.

I was thinking why Buddha did not like to say anything about the god. Is there any chance that people will be away from Dharma while five rules in place? Do a teacher need to teach a primary student about what they need to do when they are in college or just need to teach them to be able to go to college successfully. I think Buddha did the same thing in the context. Buddha provided optimistic views.

Words are never sufficient to express the feeling. There is always something in between lines. Words carry meaning in the context. Like minded peope in the same culture understands it. If you write in the foreign language you will never find words to complete your expressions. There is always gap. For one to be able to express in the foreign words you have to be able to feel in the same same culture. Other wise words becomes incomplete.

Fuel indicator was almost in nill position in my motorcycle. I passed by a public petrol pump. There were many people in the queue hence, I moved forward thinking that I would stop at the next station. There was a notification for 'no petrol' in the next three consequent stations. I thought petrol is getting low. I returned to the public station. The line was a little longer. I crossed the road and tried to be in the queue. Another bike crossed me and lined ahead of me coming from another direction. One more came from the roadside and lined up to that one as if I am out of line. It was a narrow track that time between the wall and a pole. When bike ahead of me moved, forward next one tried to move following that one. I became angry spontaneously. The man became angry too and said that I was in offline and trying to penetrate.

I said, No I am in line you are out of line"

"No, I just followed the man ahead of me and you came off the line"

"No, the line does not go towards the road, I just gave chance to that man and you are following him, in this way, I will remain out"

He said, with confident, "No you are trying to get into line, follow the line behind me"

I said, "Think from your common sense, how a line can go to the roadside."

I used common sense and tried to understand the situation. I said," Ok You will fill up your tank before me but let me first get into line."

I moved ahead of his with little force. Crossing the narrow path between wall and pole track was little wide. Two lines were running there and there was sufficient space too. I aligned my motorcycle towards the right and looked at the back. I indicated the man to move forward overtaking me. But he did not like to do so. He did not say anything but I guess he said, "It's OK.

I continued moving in the queue as it moved. I was pondering. I talked to myself, "People show power to power, and politeness to polite one." If the problem is so simple, why should we fight?