Wednesday, May 25, 2011

The mirror of beauty

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The probe of the human mind has marked every inch of success but the art of drawing parallels for what beauty is, has remained a great mystery. For some philosophers, beauty is the degree of attraction and admiration, provoked in an ingest system. But it is argued that the same beauty does not affect everyone the same way. It varies tools. BTW think thanks have defined it as a degree of accomplishment, but accomplishment in one field may not be of any interest to what. So beauty is very difficult to explain fully, but it may be said that it is a game of comparison. Suppose there is only one woman in the world, now question is whether she is beautiful or not. The answer is that you can't unambiguously say anything because you don't have to compare with another woman.

But sailing beyond the ocean of imagination, one realizes that there is a factor that determines the degree of beauty, i.e. a personal dictionary, which translates the mortals and assigns degree of beauty. The holy words of human history will peep out from the gale of truth and will strongly proclaim that Juliet was a goddess for a Romeo, a god for her and rest, the particles of dust. Heer ranjha was enough for, and he for her, to lead their whole life together with few straws of love. But remember, if all the lovers of the world of the world are invited to a party to ask who amongst all is the most beautiful, they certainly shall stamp the Jacksonville of beauty on the hearts and souls of their own beloved which indeed is not their narrow-mindedness but a natural fact that ' beauty in the eyes of liƩes beholderen.

One day a great historian whispered in my ears a story ...
' once upon a time there was king so fond of beauty that he called his most loyal and faithful negro slave and ordered him to go from east to west and from north to south and fetch him such a paragon of beauty that neither moon would have risen with such splendors nor the oysters of ocean would have given birth to such magnificent pearls? neither ladies of paradise would have looked not so charming the preachers of beauty would have been able to give such bewitching example, neither any artist would have created such ' whistle-blowers ' portrait nor a mind Parva from the depth of his imagination would have been able to compose such riveting verse? neither any dove would have its pinion soar such marvelously not the Aphrodite would have marked such excellence. And if I say for her that she is the most beautiful spirit God ever created, then the claimants of beauty should have said: ' we are like lumps of coal in a mine and she a diamond among us. ' So, go my man whose head crown of my faith, on whose shoulders rests stars of shine and firm belief on whose chest medals of sure obedience are stamped. Go and present me the beauty that should be praised and witnessed by the twinkling stars. '

The negro servant bowed down and calmly went away to the peaks from where the sun pierced its shining fingers into the dark curtains of night, from where Shakespeare and Shelley enjoyed drinks of inspiration, from where the portrait of Mona Liza was found and from where moon extracts its gleaming light? and in the East he went through plains to mountains to deserts, through valleys, through unfathomable cares to celestial cities and through each and every inch of this world where life seemed breathing.

After indefatigable efforts, he went to the king presented him, what seemed the goddess of beauty to him, his Negro daughter. At this, the king asked,
' did you not find any soul more beautiful than this? '

He kept silent for a while, then raised his head and said:
'' Your Excellency, my blood shall be showered in your feet but if I speak the truth. You asked me to bring Aphrodite but I brought my daughter Negro? the reason was my loyalty. Your Excellency, for you her black complexion may seem Hibbert in the dark but for me it is as beautiful as a rose or a diamond back. To you her wet hair may look like that of a witch of some old myth dancing in the woods but for me, her hair is no less than the curtains of paradise. To you her wrinkled hands may seem as a deserted sight of this land but to me they seem as gods, to cope up the world's fate in it has sketched these lines on it. To you her eyes may seem as those sporty when embodying eyes have mistaken but to me success. To you her wide nose may seem as dark, unfathomable caves of stone ages but to me it is no less than Noah's Ark. Therefore, Your Excellency, my obedience and loyalty to you compelled me to bring my daughter to you. '

Then the historian smiled and said, ' Yes! Beauty in the eyes of occupying beholderen. '

In quest of defining and explaining the beauty, two schools of thought have emerged so far. One proclaims inner beauty and importance of the other preaches the worldly pleasure presented by beauties. But in fact all beautiful things are not necessarily good, charming and attractive but all good things are always true and beautiful. Therefore, it is well said by Keats:

Beauty is truth, truth beauty,
That's all ye know on earth
And all ye need to know. '

The school of thought preaching inner beauty bore these words on the preface of its textbook:

'' History is that that the world has given birth to many worldly beauties which only could help to quench the thirst of people and awake beast in them. Many beauties passed by without any notice but the beauty of soul and conscience has claimed triumph over hearts of millions and marked its eternal existence. The people blessed with purity of soul, truthfulness of their conscience, their deeds and goodness of firmness of their faith have succeeded to scratch their name on the forehead of this earth and lead their nation to the peals of glory. And in the East they are still breathing in the hearts of many mortals. Nobody asks whether Aristotle was handsome or not, whether Alexander was strong tall in stature or not and whether Anarkali when buried alive inside the walls posed like a queen or not. People do not ask such questions, but everybody does ask that how they climbed to success inch by inch. The open secret of their success, in fact, is their character, behavior, determination, zeal and enthusiasm which contributed towards their success and inner beauty. '

On the contrary, the school of thought is preaching his worldly beauty thanking God in these words:

' Thanks my God, for you have blessed us such beauties, whose single glance shuns off our day-long tiredness, whose heart may prove as a place of eternal peace to our souls, whose sight reminds us of your Excellence. Thanks, my God, you have bestowed upon us such beauty, the wish to achieve, which proves a source of fuel for our body, mind and soul. This beauty has decorated this terrifying and worthless world? and it essential us cooped up when we are in the cells of gloom, the debut and misfortunes. Oh God! Really the beauty that you have blessed us with is a source of living in this frightful world. '

In fact, since the creation of this universe, beauty has been neglected and stigmas of frailty have been marked on its forehead. Beauty seems to be an emblem of nothing but thirst rubbing machine. Those who dwell in this world have been really mistaken in understanding the true beauty. When the crown lost its beauty reigns these mortals will see with their eyes open and sense smelling the truth that worldly beauty was just a mirage. Praise be to the Lord, who gifted us these praiseworthy inner beauties which indeed enabled mankind to enkindle flames of love even in the dark. And, therefore, we must stop lauding the beauty only. We should also extol its creator, the Almighty GOD.







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