🟥 Prayers Don’t Work. They Just Help You Stay Sane in a Chaotic, Pre-Written Life.

Let’s say it out loud: not everything spiritual is sacred, and not everything sacred is real.

We’ve romanticized prayer to the point of intellectual dishonesty.

We whisper to the universe, chant to the skies, light candles, bow heads, fold hands…

and expect change.

We want prayers to act like cheat codes.

We want our desperation to be enough.

But here’s the uncomfortable truth:

Prayers don’t change outcomes. They just delay panic.

“But I prayed and got the job I wanted.”

→ No, you were meant to get that job.

Your prayer didn’t cause it — it was already written in your timeline.

“But my mother survived cancer after we prayed.”

→ She was always meant to survive.

That wasn’t divine intervention. That was part of the script.

If prayer truly changed outcomes, no child would die of leukemia.

No innocent person would be raped.

No hardworking family would go bankrupt.

And yet, reality mocks our wishes — daily.

Prayer isn’t divine strategy.

It’s emotional anesthesia.

We don’t pray because we expect change.

We pray so we don’t lose our minds when nothing changes.

The universe isn’t listening. You are.

When you pray, you’re not speaking to God.

You’re speaking to yourself.

You’re calming fear. Creating the illusion of control.

You’re not manifesting — you’re meditating, disguised as hope.

And that’s okay.

But let’s stop pretending it’s more than that.

Life is not a negotiation with God. It is an execution of destiny.

Prayer doesn’t shift destiny — it softens the fall.

So yes - pray if you must.

But don’t expect the skies to rewrite your story.

The story was inked long before you learned to whisper into the void.

Because the true role of prayer isn’t to keep the world from breaking you.

It’s to keep you from breaking down.

Prayer is not magic.

Prayer is alignment.

You don’t pray to change life.

You pray so life doesn’t change you.

“But I prayed and still lost my job.”

→ Maybe losing your job was exactly what you needed.

“I prayed for my partner to stay, but they left.”

→ Because prayer isn’t about keeping people.

It’s about learning who you are once they’re gone.

Prayer isn’t a vending machine.

It’s a mirror.

It doesn’t give you what you want.

It shows you what you need.

And sometimes it delivers it as clarity, not comfort.

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🔴 The Analogy Is Intellectually Clean — But Spiritually Blind

“My prayer didn’t get me the job. I was always meant to get the job.”

“My mother didn’t survive cancer because we prayed — it was part of her timeline.”

Sounds factual. Sounds grounded. Sounds like acceptance.

But it also assumes a one-layered, linear view of causality.

Let’s disrupt that.

🧠 1. Determinism Itself May Be a Delusion

If everything is already written — what script are we referring to?

• Genetics? Karma? Physics? Butterfly effects from the Big Bang?

What if “destiny” isn’t a rigid storyline…

but a probability cloud that morphs based on your internal state?

Maybe prayer doesn’t change fate —

but it changes your frequency, which determines which version of fate you step into.

In quantum mechanics, the observer effect is real.

In psychology, attention shapes behavior.

In faith, intention opens portals.

What seems “pre-written” could just be one possible path.

And prayer might be the very act that shifts your alignment.

🌐 2. Collective Human Intent Has Real Weight

Zoom out:

• Thousands praying for a stranger’s recovery.

• A dying woman surrounded by belief, emotion, vibration.

What if that emotional field creates real biological coherence?

• HeartMath Institute has shown that emotions emit measurable electromagnetic fields.

• Rupert Sheldrake’s “morphic resonance” suggests patterns replicate through intention.

• Even mainstream science accepts that beliefs impact immunity.

So if prayer is a delusion —

it’s the most organized, transpersonal, and effective delusion we’ve ever invented.

🌀 3. Prayer Is Part of the Causal Chain — Not Outside It

Here’s a radical idea:

Maybe your prayer was part of the script.

Maybe you were always meant to pray.

And in praying, you activated the brain patterns, choices, signals, and shifts

that led to the job… or the healing.

Saying “it was meant to happen” oversimplifies the complex butterfly effect that unfolds.

Prayer isn’t excluded from the cause —

prayer is one of the butterflies.

🧘‍♀️ 4. Prayer Doesn’t Change Events. It Changes You — and You Change Events

Even if the world is deterministic, agency still exists at micro-moments.

You pray. You calm down.

You sleep better. You wake up clearer.

You write a better pitch. You notice a red flag.

You make one call you wouldn’t have otherwise.

You didn’t create a miracle.

You created a ripple.

And ripples, over time, steer rivers.

👁 5. The Analogy Ignores Mystery

Science hasn’t fully explained:

• Consciousness.

• Love.

• Why one embryo lives and another doesn’t.

So when someone says, “Prayer saved her,”

We can’t prove them wrong — and we shouldn’t try.

Both views — that “it was meant to happen”

and “our prayers made it happen” — orbit the same mystery.

Each sees a different side of the divine dice roll.

And neither has the right to dismiss the other.

🧬 6. Biology Confirms Prayer’s Power

Neuroscience agrees:

• Prayer calms the amygdala (fear center).

• Boosts dopamine and serotonin (mood regulators).

• Activates the prefrontal cortex (reason + resilience).

• Reduces inflammation, slows aging, regulates heart rate.

Even if no god intervenes —

you intervene in yourself.

And that alone can shift everything that happens next.

✅ Final Thought: The Analogy Is One Truth — Not The Truth

Yes 0 it’s naive to treat prayer like a cosmic ATM.

But it’s equally lazy to call it an emotional placebo.

Here’s the middle path — the hard truth most won’t admit:

Prayer doesn’t guarantee outcomes.

But without it, you may never become the person who could create - or carry - the outcome.

Is prayer a lie we tell ourselves to stay sane?

Or is it a doorway to something deeper than logic can measure?

Maybe it’s both.

Maybe it depends on who you are when you pray.

You may still lose the job.

You may still face grief.

But without prayer, you’ll drown in the noise.

But one thing is certain:

Prayer doesn’t always change outcomes.

But it almost always changes you.

And sometimes, that’s exactly what fate was waiting for.

🟥 Prayer Doesn’t Change Events. It Changes You - and You Change Events

सपने बचा लेते हैं

सपने बचा लेते हैं

जब मारता है ज़माना थप्पड़ इन गालों पर...

और मानता है मन कि शायद हम नहीं हैं उन किस्मत वालों में 

तब , 

सपने बचा लेते हैं...

सपने ! ! 

सपने ...जो कई रात सोने नहीं देते 

हौसलों कि चाभी खोने नहीं देते !

जो दिन रात करते हैं सवाल खुद के आत्मविश्वास पर...

कोशिशों और प्रयास पर

मगर ज़माने के सामने कभी ... रोने नहीं देते !

जब थकान में भी भागो तुम और रास्ते में आंधी हो 

जेबें हों खली पर सर्वश्रेष्ठ गाँधी हो...

तब जी चाहेगा रुक जाएँ क्या ? ... थम जाएँ क्या? ... दिल करता है मर जाएँ क्या...

पर तभी सपने बचा लेते हैं !

बस सपने बचा लेतें हैं ... सिर्फ सपने बचा लेते हैं...

परिवार और मैं

हाँ वो पारिवारिक है और मैं नहीं

वो अपनी लड़ायी परिवार को साथ ले के लड़ता है 

और मैं लड़ती हूँ अकेले

तभी तो मानती हूँ

कि वो पारिवारिक है, और मैं नहीं

उसे अच्छा लगता है माँ पापा के साथ पीना सुबह की चाय,

और मैं उठते ही घर से बाहर दौड़ जाती हूँ

कि कहीं ग़लती से भी माँ पापा को मेरे चेहरे पे शिकन दिख ना जाए ।।

हर रोज़ परिवार के साथ सादा खाना उसे पारिवारिक बनाता है

मेरा दोस्तों के साथ चाट के मज़े उड़ाना मुझे परिवार से दूर कर जाता है ।।

उसके लिए ज़रूरी है अपने पेट के छालों का ख़्याल रखना

मेरे लिए ज़रूरी है कि अगर तबियत बिगड़े तो कोई बवाल ना करना, 

क्यूँ कि वो पारिवारिक है और मैं नहीं

वो चला जाता है जब तब फ़िल्म देखने अपनी पत्नी को ले के माँ पापा के साथ

और मैं ?

मैं तो गड़ लेती हूँ ज़मीन में जब फ़िल्म के हीरो हेरोईन आते है पास

बस फिर मैं फ़िल्म देखने परिवार के साथ नहीं जाती

शायद इसीलिए मैं पारिवारिक लोगों की गिनती में नहीं आती ।।

वो पारिवारिक ही कहलाता है जब संडे को कुछ अच्छा सा बना के , घर में सबको खिलाता है

और मैं गूगल से पूछती रह जाती हूँ...वो क्या होता है जो सबकी ज़ुबान को एक सा  भा जाता है

उसे हारी बीमारी में माँ पापा का साथ होना सुरक्षित लगता है

मेरा तो नन्हा सा ज़ुकाम भी माँ पापा के सुकून को अव्यवस्थित करता है

तो लो मैं मेरी बीमारियाँ छुपा के पारिवारिक लोगों की गिनती से हट जाती हूँ

... खुद को बाग़ी कहला के ये मान लेती हूँ

कि हाँ वो पारिवारिक है और मैं नहीं ।।

वो जब ऑफ़िस से परेशान हो के घर को आता है

उसे अच्छा लगता है अपनी पत्नी को बातों में शामिल करना

वो कह लेता है अपने बॉस के दुरव्यवहार के क़िस्से

और बयाँ करता है दिन भर की तकलीफ़ के छोटे छोटे हिस्से

उसकी पत्नी जब किचन में दौड़ जाती है उसके लिए कुछ मनपसंद बनाने को

तब पापा आ जाते है उसके सर पर हाथ रख अपने सहारे का एहसास उसे कराने को

मम्मी कुछ ठंडा सा तब बना लाती हैं

और उसका छोटा सा बेटा अपनी टॉय कार से उसका मन भटका लेता है । 

ऐसे दिन रोज़ बिता कर वो पारिवारिक हो जाता है

और मैं जो पारिवारिक हूँ ही नहीं , अपनी दिनचर्या की जंग को और कस के समेट लेती हूँ अपनी मुट्ठी में

सोचती हूँ क्यूँ शामिल करूँ उन्हें अपने संघर्षों के क़िस्सों में

और उन्हें मजबूर बनाऊँ

क्यूँ ना बेवजह मुस्कुरा कर उनके हठों को हंसी दे जाऊँ

वैसे तो वो पारिवारिक ही है क्यूँ के वो पा लेता है सुकून उन सबके कंधो पर सर रख के रो लेने में

और मैं वैसे भी व्यस्त रहती हूँ अपने संघर्षों को अपनी मुस्कुराहट के नीचे ढकने में

देखो तो वो जीत ता चला जा रहा है 

परिवार का दिल और माँ पापा का ध्यान ... अपने दुःख सुख में उन्हें शामिल कर के

और मैं हारती चली जा रही हूँ ज़िंदगी के ये रिश्ते अपनी तकलीफ़ अपने तक रख के

और हारूँ भी क्यूँ ना ?

आख़िर वो ही तो पारिवारिक है

और मैं बिलकुल नहीं

इसलिए लिख लेती हूँ

जब मुझे लगता है कि मैं ख़ुद से हार रही हूँ… मैं तब लिखती हूँ जीत जाने के लिए

कभी कभी लिखती हूँ ख़्वाब सजाने के लिए

मैं लिख लेती हूँ कुछ अल्फ़ाज़ अपनी आँखों के आंसू सुखाने के लिए 

और कभी यूँही भी लिख देती हूँ बेवजह मुस्कुराने के लिए

Thanks for being the girl of my dreams!

Hi Namita , 

I remember the first time when I saw you as I walked out of the Cairo airport ! Your face was titillating wrapped in a red beautiful sumptuous Gown! I couldn't take off my eyes from you now As i was getting more curious to know who you are ...u seemed to be waiting for someone there so I decided to wait And sat beside you without making u feel my presence. Now I started thinking some reasons to talk with you so that I cud bring myself near to u . you stole my heart at first glance your face was reflecting like a twin son and the makeover which u had was enough to define ur personality.

I had never influenced so much by anyone but you stole my peace and left my heart keep on throbbing. Now I got to know I couldn’t enjoy Cairo without you so I muster some courage and started talking to you in a very chivalrous manner.

The topic I choose was staying in Cairo for the next five days . Fortunately, you are also looking for some guest as you are living alone there with your beautiful skills. As our conversation went on I felt you so much close to me n stating my origin gave u more confidence abt ur security. So U offered me accommodation with some all the conditions mentioned. I was feeling on cloud nine . Now I was not thinking about exploring Cairo just wanna be with u only for d next 5 days. It was late night wen we reached home. But u offered me dinner n inspite of that wearisome journey how cud I let that opportunity go.

I had dat delectable dinner with u n den slept. Next day wen u came upstairs to wake me up , I was still in ur dreams but anyhow u succeeded to get me up as u wanted to know all abt my schedule .

Ur friendly talk made me so cool which disclosed my feelings to be with u only but anyhow I fabricated my words n persuaded u to make me hangout there. By d evening we have become good frnds like we know each other from d ages. We bantered; partied n ate a lot n reached home again so late. That night I felt more intense feeling abt u. I became so inquisitive to know abt u more n more. U started showing me ur pics in different attire n I was like staring u n taking much enough time for every pic . Now u started feeling my vibrations somewhere but kept silent. But slowly n gradually we shove into each other with all our interest n hobbies. You were enjoying every moment with me n stopped going to office till my last day in Cairo. I dint believe in love at first sight until I met u . But u made dis possible. It's not bad to miss someone every now n then. 

Thanks for being the girl of my dreams!

For the last 16 years and nine months of my life, I have been what I refer to as “hopelessly single.” I am, and may always be, the “single friend,” the third wheel, and the intended target every time someone says “I have this friend; who stands for me always anytime”

At times, being single feels a lot like the five stages of grief. First there is denial – you’re not “single,” you’re just taking a break from the dating scene. Then, after a few months of “taking a break” you become a bit bitter, angry, even. After stomping around long enough, you begin to bargain with yourself and your standards. Are you selective or just plain “picky”? Who knows? Then comes the fifth and the last stage depression!

A substantial portion of your salary is now spent on ice cream, online purchases, and your Netflix subscriptions. This finally brings us to acceptance. You – my friend – is single, but you are not alone.

No matter how many times I say that I am perfectly okay with being single, sometimes it still gets on to me. Blame it on societal norms, romantic comedies (like Tanu weds Manu and then it returns!), or the prodding questions of elderly women (Beta shaadi kyu nahi kar leti!), but I can’t help but wonder why in the hell I am still single.

In no way do I believe that I am entitled to a relationship or that I am deserving of one, and I certainly do not subscribe to the belief that my self-worth is inherently tied to whether or not I have a significant better half, but after the last few years of watching my NewsFeed evolve from a string of my “Noisy-Dog” videos into a never-ending wedding montage, I can’t help but wonder if there is something wrong with me?

Surely I am single because of the “I haven’t eaten in a month” manner in which I devour my second lunchJ. 

Maybe it’s my feminist flair or my lack of adherence to gender roles. It must be my intolerable laugh, or because half of what I say is artistically peppered with swear words. Yup, that’s it.

No it’s not. You know it. I know it. These reasons seemingly have little to no impact on whether I am single or not. In order to get down to the bottom of my relationship status – or lack thereof – I have spent the last several days compiling some of the real reasons why I am hopelessly single.

1. I play the victim

Maybe I’ve watched too many coming-of-age films where the geeky girl is subject to ridicule by the hot guy, or maybe I’ve been that girl myself. Whatever the case, it is time to drop my bullet-proof guard. Not everyone is out to get me, and I need to get over myself RIGHT NOW.

2. I am too proud to admit that I sometimes feel alone

Nowadays, it seems as if being emotionally calloused is more acceptable than being in touch with how one really feels, so I'm often left with the “I’m a strong, independent woman, I don’t need a man” mentality, but I forget that independence and relationships are not mutually exclusive. There is nothing wrong with being bummed that you haven’t received a text, a call, or even a hug in 24 hours; still, I’d rather be alone than be vulnerable.

3. I am not generous

With my time, my emotions, or with that last slice of pizza. I often find that I make my needs and desires first priority, which is not a healthy habit in life, let alone in a relationship. From what I have gathered, relationships – be they friendships or something more – are about giving selflessly. There is one argument in heart “you get yours and I get mine;” it’s about being selfless without expecting anything in return. Regardless of how generous I know I should be with my time, my emotions, and the truth, I am still feeling eternally selfish with all this. I would rather spend my time watching Shahrukh Movies in my sweatpants than venture out to what could potentially be an unbearably awkward lunch with someone like you. I’d rather not tell you how I am really feeling, because I honestly don’t know how I am feeling or how I should process these feelings. And I’d rather not be honest with you, because …

4. I am a coward

I’d rather not tell you that I get butterflies every damn time I see you or that being around you is all it takes to make me happy, because attaching my happiness to someone who could potentially leave is very terrifying to me. So I’m not going to tell you that I like you, or that one half-way conversation we had that day was when I knew I might have feelings for you, or that I find your half-grin appealing, or that I panic when I see you because I can feel myself blushing. In fact, I’m not even going to acknowledge you. Rather than get to the point of having to admit that I like you, I am going to do my best not to notice you. I will try so damn hard to choke a smile when you walk into the room. Instead, I will look over at you, raise an eyebrow, and go back to my work as if you are taking up my time, all the while my face will feel as if it is on fire and I will have to read the same sentence five times in order to get back on track. As long as I can disguise my cowardice as general disregard I can keep you at a distance so that someday I won’t have to say “Hello” and nervously await the day when I am forced to say “Goodbye,” because at the end of the day…

5. I fall hard, and I fall fast

So I’ll glance at you with eyes like daggers and try to imagine all of the terrible things about you so that one day I don’t have to change your number in my phone. I won’t sit next to you and introduce myself so that someday I don’t have to change my route home in order to avoid seeing you. And I won’t smile at you from across the room because this way you are still in my life, but on my terms.

This is why I am hopelessly single, and until I let all of it go, I am not ready for a relationship. And that is that.

I want to be single but with you!

I want to be single but with you!

I want you to go have a beer with your friends, for you to be hangover the next morning and ask me to join you anyway because you feel like having me in your arms, for us to nuzzle against one another. I want to talk in bed in the morning about all sorts of things, but sometimes, in the afternoon, I want us to decide to take different paths for the day.

I want you to tell me about your evenings with your friends. To tell me that there was a girl at the bar who gave you the eye. I want you to send me text messages when you're drunk with your friends, for you to tell me unimportant things, just so you can be assured that I think of you, too.

I want to eat with you, want you to make me talk about me and for you to talk about you. I want us to rant about the Thailand vs. Singapore, Goa beaches versus Kerala waterfalls. I want to imagine the loft of our dreams, knowing that we will probably never move in together. For you tell me about your plans with neither head nor tail. I want to be surprised, for you to make me say: Take your passport; we're leaving.

I want to be afraid with you. To do things I would not do with anyone else, because with you I am confident! To return too drunk after a good evening with friends. For you to take my face, kiss me, use me like your pillow and hold me so tightly in your arms at night.

I want you to have your life, for you decide on a whim to travel for a few weeks. For you to leave me here alone bored and wishing for the small Instagram pop-up with your face that tells me "hi."

I don't always want to be invited for your evenings out and I don't always want to invite you to mine. Then I can tell you about it and hear you tell me about yours the next day.

I want something that will be both simple and at the same time not so simple. Something that will make sure that I often ask myself questions, but the minute I'm in the same room as you, I know. I want you to think I'm beautiful, for you to be proud to say that we're together. 

I want to hear you say you love me and I especially want to tell you in return that I love you too! 

I want to make plans not knowing whether or not they will be realized. To be in a relationship that is anything but clear. I want to be your good friend, the one with whom you love hanging out. I want you to keep your desire to flirt with other girls, but for you to come back to me to finish your evening. Because you will want to go home with me. I want to be the one with whom you love to make love and fall asleep. The one who stays away when you work and loves it when you get lost in your world of "Haircare and trainings". I want to live a single life with you. 

For our couple life, would be the equivalent of our single lives today, but together.

One day I will find you .