Not prisoner of war :D..; pearl of wisdom, dropping right out of my partially smiling lips-
" Life's confusion and dissappointment can be ovecome with one single thought, which is, ignoring the unimportant thoughts without discretion, and holding tight to the correct ones" .
But the knowledge of what is right or important and what is not, is a huge thing in itself and requires a lot of study and patience.
Sunday, September 24, 2006
Thursday, September 21, 2006
I live for myself
Two of them were sitting on a bench by the swimming pool after a nice lunch on a sunny afternoon. A gentle breeze every now and then rustled the leaves. One of them initiated the conversation," What are your thoughts on helping the people in need?, as in how would you go about this?, whom will you approach?". The other person looking at the cool blue water in the pool, said," As of now I can only, think of this , but when it comes to actually doing it .. well!". The other guy said," Would you donate something to the organizations or how about starting something on your own?". He placed his palms on his face rubbing the unshaven chin and said,
" There are already so many people and organizations doing this! why would I go and start something on my own, when I am not very specific as to what exactly I want to achieve. If it is my life's sole purpose , then I would no doubt do this". He continued," Besides I am right now concerned only about myself, my interests , my career. Anything I do is directly originating out of my interest and my personal gain. I read,because it is going to benefit me. Hence right now I can't think of doing much for others!". There was a sense of surprise on his face, and he replied,trying to hide it," Yeah! ". This person, still staring at the waters, thinking of something deeply,said to himself," I do everything for my own gain! I did Art of living for my personal gain.I had no intention of helping the society. I can't think of something, without it serving a purpose for me, my survival. A thing carries no meaning to me if doesn't cater to my personal interest. I am selfish!!".
This conversation happened between me and my friend Srinivas yesterday. :)
" There are already so many people and organizations doing this! why would I go and start something on my own, when I am not very specific as to what exactly I want to achieve. If it is my life's sole purpose , then I would no doubt do this". He continued," Besides I am right now concerned only about myself, my interests , my career. Anything I do is directly originating out of my interest and my personal gain. I read,because it is going to benefit me. Hence right now I can't think of doing much for others!". There was a sense of surprise on his face, and he replied,trying to hide it," Yeah! ". This person, still staring at the waters, thinking of something deeply,said to himself," I do everything for my own gain! I did Art of living for my personal gain.I had no intention of helping the society. I can't think of something, without it serving a purpose for me, my survival. A thing carries no meaning to me if doesn't cater to my personal interest. I am selfish!!".
This conversation happened between me and my friend Srinivas yesterday. :)
Tuesday, September 05, 2006
What was wrong till that night?
It was 10 at night. The exaust and the dust had ultimately started to settle down, making way for oxygen to seep in . Whole market was over with the hustle bustle of the day and people were unparking their vehicles and heading home. I finished my dinner and trudged onto the otherwise busy pavement and was loitering around when I heard these voices," Look at them ! they are so beautiful!! they fight wow! cmon there! wow what a shot!" .
There were a group of people surrounding a middleaged man who was doing some kind of puppet show.He was a dwarf but pretty well built.It was nothing like I have seen. Two small dolls were fighting against each other. It was as graphic as it could get! they were launching themselves into the air ,somersaulting, kicking the opponent hard, ducking underneath, trying to floor one another.It was as real as two tiny wrestlers out of Gulliver’s travels on the pavement putting up a good show. I had stopped and was witnessing this show
wide eyed,like a kid, awestruck. I was wondering when did toys started coming with embedded AI and sold on street side ! Boy! :0
But slowly I could trace a thin thread running into the hands of the man!,he was dexterous in maneuvering the thread in such intricate ways. Meanwhile those little toys were beating the hell out of each other. If I had bought it,I doubt if would ever be able to host any show like this.And to top it all there was a running commentary in broken English!
After a while the show ended and the crowd having had free fun, started dispersing. I crossed the road and helped myself onto one of the empty benches.Trying to feel the fresh air, I noticed , the man had wound up for the day and carrying his little 'potlee' and he asked a rickshawala.. no guesses the reply was a no!. He was a dwarf as I already mentioned! and had a strange style of walking.He ran across the busy road and into the bus stand. He looked at a few buses here and there and slowly disappeared from my view.
I dont know if he boarded a bus or simply chose to walk. My gaze shifted to the place onto the pavement where he had put up that show.A sense of pity and shame ran through me. I dont know why! I felt sorry for and at the same time a sense of appreciation for the brave dwarf man! Without any delay I placed my rather tall image looking down and out ,besides his, and asked myself a question," What is wrong with me?". This incident kind of changed my perspective.A paradigm shift,though of a small degree. Its wonderful that such simple incidents teach us valuable lessons.
I am Grateful to god, not one but in many ways! :)
There were a group of people surrounding a middleaged man who was doing some kind of puppet show.He was a dwarf but pretty well built.It was nothing like I have seen. Two small dolls were fighting against each other. It was as graphic as it could get! they were launching themselves into the air ,somersaulting, kicking the opponent hard, ducking underneath, trying to floor one another.It was as real as two tiny wrestlers out of Gulliver’s travels on the pavement putting up a good show. I had stopped and was witnessing this show
wide eyed,like a kid, awestruck. I was wondering when did toys started coming with embedded AI and sold on street side ! Boy! :0
But slowly I could trace a thin thread running into the hands of the man!,he was dexterous in maneuvering the thread in such intricate ways. Meanwhile those little toys were beating the hell out of each other. If I had bought it,I doubt if would ever be able to host any show like this.And to top it all there was a running commentary in broken English!
After a while the show ended and the crowd having had free fun, started dispersing. I crossed the road and helped myself onto one of the empty benches.Trying to feel the fresh air, I noticed , the man had wound up for the day and carrying his little 'potlee' and he asked a rickshawala.. no guesses the reply was a no!. He was a dwarf as I already mentioned! and had a strange style of walking.He ran across the busy road and into the bus stand. He looked at a few buses here and there and slowly disappeared from my view.
I dont know if he boarded a bus or simply chose to walk. My gaze shifted to the place onto the pavement where he had put up that show.A sense of pity and shame ran through me. I dont know why! I felt sorry for and at the same time a sense of appreciation for the brave dwarf man! Without any delay I placed my rather tall image looking down and out ,besides his, and asked myself a question," What is wrong with me?". This incident kind of changed my perspective.A paradigm shift,though of a small degree. Its wonderful that such simple incidents teach us valuable lessons.
I am Grateful to god, not one but in many ways! :)
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