The music is on....

What do you make of these lines...
"You build me up, you break me down, my hearts pound, you have got me"
Okay, what about these....
"I want to touch you, I want to see your face, I want to know you more.."

If you think I'm gonna spill secrets on adverts to compare sleazy song lyrics to help you earn 500 pounds every day at home, you've landed on a sour opportunity. Sorry mate. Could have given that advice away if you could run errands for me at least 6 months straight.
Anyways,on a funnier note, the first song is a popular teenage party number while the second one is actually a conventional worship song. Well, the resemblance in the flavour and appeal is strikingly similar, isn't it?Well, that's not the funny part.The funny part is that they are treated as diametrically opposite in a spectrum of choices. If you choose one, you will certainly be condemned (maybe even secretly) if you choose the other one as well!
But you see, going by the laws of similarity and proportion, be it folks lost in worship at a meditation/religious centre or folks grooving with the moving disc of a DJ, it's but a group of disciples with their hands up, lost in the music, worshipping.
Absolute respect. For both.

Well, the idea isn't the comparison of choices but rather to focus on the calling behind the choices. Strangely, a calling can sometimes lead to the seemingly dissimilar choices.
They say a person who has the nature of mountains can hear the call of the mountains, he feels a natural affinity around mountains. A similar thing can be said about a person who has the nature of sea.
Question is, when you land on the sense of a calling, do you presume that the whole sum of your natures and characteristics reflects the calling somewhat?
There must be some innate methodology at work within you which causes you to hear the call because if it wasn't for that part in you, however hidden, you couldn't have identified the signals. Almost like a hidden cellphone tower eh?
On the other side of it, how do you know it's indeed a true calling and not a fraud?
We perceive things symbolically. We understand things in whatever way we had previously known about them or things similar. So, an act or gesture that means something to someone can mean something completely different to you. It's like looking at a red rose and not knowing quite surely if your friend also saw the EXACT same shade of red that you saw.
How tough then it should be for you to know something whose existence goes beyond our general realm of perception!
So then it struck me that it's like being in love; you know it when you know it. Either you hear the call and know it's the call or you never hear it at all.
The calling, like the call of a mystic waterfall draws us to what we actually are, consistently and persistently, until we arrive at the source of the call. The road that we trudge becomes our calling. Like an itch until you stretch your hands and itch where it's itching, like your striving for perfection unless you feel perfectly perfect, like holding your breath in anticipation to meet your loved ones until you meet them face to face! And the rest, is sheer magic!

So, this party's non stop and the DJ's gonna blow your speaker up, the music is on. Are your feet tapping to the music of the call?

Potential Masterchef!

During the blissful vacation a few weeks back, I was having an early morning chat with my friend and meandering from the conversation on the school days, schoolmates, our favourite subjects and various other assorted nostalgic things, we stopped by a turn of retrospection.
Between the regular classes, Monday tests, surprise tests, exams and the usual fun at school, it almost seemed like an exercise of bucking horses up in preparation of some sort of a battle. In retrospect, things didn't seem so deadly and we agreed with a relief like the relief of a constipated man after successfully responding to nature's call.
It was apparent that in those days, some of us were literally living in a pressure cooker, some sadly without any outlet of any sort as such.
But after all these years, all of it hardly seemed to be a reason behind success or failure, happiness or sadness.
Maybe it's because, potential is what had driven the most of us. Despite of being serial backbenchers some of us had made the most of life.
So after jigging the idea in my head I deduced, life is like a body.
Aye listen up, don't dismiss me yet.
We all have a capacity to eat and capacity to assimilate that food in our bodies.
Now, some of us are naturally capable of eating and assimilating a specific type of food quicker or better than others. That doesn't mean we need to be nourished in the same way. My friend who used to gulp a glass of milk everyday was very different to me. I, in full support and association of my body, couldn't stand milk!
Now, imagine a generic place, where generic food (supervised and distributed by government agencies and other assorted authoritative bodies) is fed to a sample of children, even forcefully at times.
And imagine a worrying mother emptying her heart saying,"you know the teacher said my son Iguessialwayssuck ate just 10.53634 grams of rice today while Mrs. Knowitall's son Winningiseasy had 10.55 grams rice. Where shall I go with this disgrace! I train him every day to eat rice..a lot of it actually..but somehow he isn't able to cope up. I really dunno what he'd grow up to be." Sounds freaking crazy, isn't it! Hold that thought.
Well, obladi oblada and some of us grow obese and often some of us remain deprived of the nutrients our bodies actually needed.
Lah la lala...life goes on. Later in life, some do get back to the track to end up just fine and some don't.  And for those who get in a healthy shape have nothing to do with the .01366 grams of rice that Iguessialwayssuck couldn't eat one fine day! In simpler terms, if I must explain, being happy in life has very less to do with the schooling and upbringing one has had. It's everything to do with one's true potential and realising the true source of strength!

Might I add on to my questions and ask another random one?
Have you considered how similar eating is to loving??
Queer huh..but the stuff you partake of is assimilated within you and becomes a part of you, either makes or breaks you. Isn't that how love works as well?

The true and eternal One has an appetite for good love as we have appetite for good food.
If I must go down your gut to explain the analogy, after eating a platter with bacteria sprayed as topping, the process of indigestion will surely throw it all out right outside your body. All in much worse state compared to to its state at intake.
Ah so you see, choosing not to love at all is as funny as choosing not to eat at all.
And choosing to love something that causes havoc to your system can surely be compared to eating food that harms your body.
Seems like we all have different capabilities to love and that's what we do all our lives. That's how we grow rather choose to grow or choose to stunt ourselves.
 "So class, what do we call a person who introduces us to ways to choose the right food, why, even turn out delicious eatables out of them?"
Class: "Masterchef!!"
"So class, what do we call him who adds up all the abilities to love and introduces us to love?
Class:"Love Himself!!"