Some day at 4.30 AM.
Thoughts wander over sublime ocean of silence beneath which are buried all the answers. Hovering but with inability to penetrate the silence. Such a conflict. Does this conflict produce the energy which sustain the existence or this conflict is the cause of misery produced by our stubbornness to cling to past. Stubbornness which forces us to read what is not written. Continue reading →
It is early in the morning and a splash of rain woke me up just like yesterday. But it was not the same. First it was a brief spell of rain which stopped abruptly. Then the clouds thundered, as if agonized by abrupt stoppage of rain. Then everything was quite. A complete whimper. After a while, another thunder and it started to rain normally. Not a perfect morning. Especially with so much thunderous noise, now and then.
Any how, I have decided that today I will categorize all my problems and solve them. Yes all of it. There is a quick fix formula. I can use logic and reason to fix the responsibility for my problems on every person I know except myself but I will take no shortcut. Yet I will solve the problems. Continue reading →
Apart from the fact that often wrong and right are not black and white but two of the several shades of gray; what is done is done. It can not be undone. After a period of time, it does not even matter if it was right or wrong. The fact is: past is dead and therefore it must also be buried or cremated. The concept that if we had acted differently, things would have been different, is a gross misunderstanding of the life. No wrong can be set right. Attempts to set wrong into right create ripple effects which makes things more difficult. Acceptance of past is the only possible avenue. The more we delve into the past to set it right, more we miss the present. Continue reading →
A friend has sent me the following text, which is the part of a letter written by Abraham Lincoln to the headmaster of the school where Lincoln’s son was studying. (In this letter Abraham Lincoln is requesting / guiding the headmaster what to teach to his son in the school.) The friend has asked for my comments.
The letter of Abraham Lincoln
“HE WILL HAVE TO LEARN, I know that all men are not just, all men are not true. But teach him also that for every scoundrel there is a hero; that for every selfish politician, there is a dedicated leader…….Teach him that for every enemy there is a friend. It will take time, I know; but teach him, if you can that a dollar earned is of far more value than five found…teach him to learn to lose…and also to enjoy winning. Steer him away from envy, if you can, teach him the secret of quite laughter. Let him learn early that the bullies are the earliest to lick……Teach him, if you can, the wonder of books…but also give him quite some time to ponder the external mystery of birds in the sky, bees in the sun and flowers on the green hillside. Continue reading →