i don’t know….

Well you see, this classmate of mine asked me the other day at college to pen down some lines on the topic “What you don’t know?”It was,apparently,he,asking for his 18 year old son ,who is seeking admission in some college overseas and this topic forms a  part of it..

So here i go,with some effort to render help..

I dont know why, after reading this essay topic, my first reaction was to seek help from outside in knowing what i dont know!

I dont know why the world throngs for pleasure when eventually what they seek in life, consciously or unconsciously ,is happiness?

I dont know why it is so hard to believe that there are some things in life that you just cant explain?

I dont know why Satya-yuga is the best of yugas, the Vedas, the best of scriptures, the Ganga, the best of rivers, Kartika, the best of months.
And,then, you might just as well ask, why is midday the warmest part of the day? Why is midnight the darkest? Why do flowers blossom in the springtime?
Scientific answers might satisfy some people’s need for facts, but only a bhakta, a poet, a musician or an artist can truly explain the reason why peacocks call in such a melancholy way in autumn.So — some answers are according to _siddhanta_, and others according to _rasa_.
In England, Autumn inspires poetry with its delicate morning mists and dew-spangled spiders-webs, golden lazy sunshine and, later, the smell of bonfires and autumn leaves. According to Celtic lore, this is the season when the veil between this world and the ‘other’ is thinner than normal and it is the season of magic, of witchcraft and sorcery.But then again, i dont know..*

I dont know why the verdant beauty of the trees and bucolic countryside generate a vicarious thrill of our childhood when we almost never took notice of these things when we were actually experiencing them..?

I dont know why, in the process of searching for peace we frantically look for peaceful milieu, keeping the inner tumultuous fight intact?

I don’t why it is ok for a woman to cry and extremely weak for a man to do the same?

I don’t know why we are so busy in being a girl or a boy that we forget to be a human?

I don’t know why after an exam we always say we have done our best, when almost always we know that we haven’t given it our100%?

I don’t know why a persons death raises sudden interest in his life?

I don’t know why it is ok to espouse ones thoughts by reasoning and not by feeling?

I don’t know why we are so engaged in reaching the destination that we forget to enjoy the view?

I REALLY do not know why it is always preached and never practiced……!!!!????

I don’t know why an 18 year old`s father would be trying to collate ideas to help his child write an essay about the things “he” doesnt know;)))

*reference from my mother-in-law(Vaisnavi Devi Dasi)