The best days of our lives - - childhood days. Ain't it??
But imagine this:
You are walking down a street, returning back home from college, or your job place. Suddenly you see a girl. She's healthy, hair is bit messy. She's dressed in a red salwar kurta, and she's holding her salwar as if she has just pee-ed and come and not tied it. She looks at you, you look back at her. She raises her hand and starts begging. You try and ignore her and start walking. She realizes you are hesitant and are feeling pity for her. She realizes this and starts following you. She follows you for 5 whole minutes. Your friend is walking back with you. He tells you to ignore her. But you cant. Cos you don't know how to say no. Especially to kids like her. You keep a hand on her back sweetly and talk back equally sweetly to her and say "nahi hai".. But then she still follows you with an irritating tone "something in Kannada". You out of pity hand her a 5 rupee coin, or maybe just to get rid of her..
Do you think what you did was right?
Its like this saying by who I dont remember (if you know please tell me and correct the quote), "Its bad to speard your hands, and its even more bad if you refuse to help the person who has spread his hands in front of you." This quote confuses me. Should begging be encouraged or discouraged? This quote kinda encourages begging!
I don't understand why do parents like theirs give birth to their kids! To send them to beg or just to have a family for namesake. They are discouraged from studying and sent to beg. And people like the one in the story encourage them to beg. They take the wrong route:" The easy way". "Ab yaar kaun kaam karega? Saala kaam hi nahi mil raha... nahi mil raha to ab aur kya karsakte hai? but beg?!" They don't try! There are some who are capable of doing work but just don't try. And there are some who genuinely can't. Like the ones kicked out of homes.. But then they do try too.. Who knows?...
Its a very very delicate topic... Human part makes me feel pity and help them. The other practical, strong part of me makes me think, why not encourage them to work and make them stand on their own feet and then make them taste the bread earned by them? To try and make them understand that "The bread earned by your own money will taste exotic!".
Why not at least encourage them to try! Why take their kids childhood days away from them? This is the time when their minds are innocent, waiting to be molded into something beautiful.. That's the time when they are curious and eager to learn something. This is the time when they should enjoy their days. This time is gonna be the best days of their lives too, when they grow up... This is the time whey their roots have to be made strong. This is the time when their characters will be built. When they study, they will work, have a job, earn money, and eat their bread with their heads high.
So is it right in our part to encourage them and hand them money? Hand money to kids who seem to be healthy, and kinda well to do. In the lower class. Not the extreme case.. but a case where they can earn money if they work bit hard.
What should be done? Encouraged or discouraged?
Friday, January 30, 2009
Monday, January 26, 2009
Perfection
Perfect. Wanting everything to be more than just proper. Wanting it to be The Best. "It" can be anything that is desired by me. By anyone.
It it a good trait or bad, I don't know. All I know is that I love things to be perfect around me. A recent discovery. Something which was known, but as usual, reluctant to admit. Its a discovery that makes me mad. Wanting everything to be perfect does gets on my nerves sometimes. Well most of the times.
Wanting that thing to be perfect takes away my time in doing other small things. It takes away my piece of mind. I loose my concentration on other small things. I concentrate on wanting one thing that has been selected and set by my mind to be perfect. I work on making just that perfect and leave the rest. That one thing isn't the only thing right? But when that perfection achieved, it leaves me hungry. Wanting more of it.
If I buy a book, it has to be in tip top condition. Without creases, without dirty marks or whatever. The sheets have to be straight and neat. If I have to like a person, that person has to be perfect. There should be no flaws. No flaws in thinking, no flaws in heart, no flaws in the way he decides, works.. Even the skin has to be flawless! And when I look at myself, I see some imperfection. I see it and want to change it. Then and there. If my skin is not perfect, I've to hide it and work towards making it perfect. Cos I've to be perfect. I am perfect. That gives my ego some satisfaction.
When I see that trait in me, its manageable. When seen in others, and when it affects me, its irritating. When in a relationship, perfection kills everything. Its suffocating when it is forced to make everything to be perfect. It kills everything. Even the relationship.
But when something is made perfect, it looks beautiful. It is beautiful because there is no flaw it in it. Its clear and smooth. Its a product of the energy that was put in into when making it. There's some essence of the creator's life in it. And its unique. Because that was when the creator of that perfect thing was alive. Totally alive. Alive because he has a challenge to make "it" perfect. Nothing else matters then, but achieving that goal. Something to live for. Else life is all empty with nothing to do at all. With nothing to live for.
It it a good trait or bad, I don't know. All I know is that I love things to be perfect around me. A recent discovery. Something which was known, but as usual, reluctant to admit. Its a discovery that makes me mad. Wanting everything to be perfect does gets on my nerves sometimes. Well most of the times.
Wanting that thing to be perfect takes away my time in doing other small things. It takes away my piece of mind. I loose my concentration on other small things. I concentrate on wanting one thing that has been selected and set by my mind to be perfect. I work on making just that perfect and leave the rest. That one thing isn't the only thing right? But when that perfection achieved, it leaves me hungry. Wanting more of it.
If I buy a book, it has to be in tip top condition. Without creases, without dirty marks or whatever. The sheets have to be straight and neat. If I have to like a person, that person has to be perfect. There should be no flaws. No flaws in thinking, no flaws in heart, no flaws in the way he decides, works.. Even the skin has to be flawless! And when I look at myself, I see some imperfection. I see it and want to change it. Then and there. If my skin is not perfect, I've to hide it and work towards making it perfect. Cos I've to be perfect. I am perfect. That gives my ego some satisfaction.
When I see that trait in me, its manageable. When seen in others, and when it affects me, its irritating. When in a relationship, perfection kills everything. Its suffocating when it is forced to make everything to be perfect. It kills everything. Even the relationship.
But when something is made perfect, it looks beautiful. It is beautiful because there is no flaw it in it. Its clear and smooth. Its a product of the energy that was put in into when making it. There's some essence of the creator's life in it. And its unique. Because that was when the creator of that perfect thing was alive. Totally alive. Alive because he has a challenge to make "it" perfect. Nothing else matters then, but achieving that goal. Something to live for. Else life is all empty with nothing to do at all. With nothing to live for.
Thursday, January 22, 2009
One
We live breath in the same air. We live under the same sky. Even the color of the sky "seems" to be blue. See the same stars, same moon, same sun, same earth. Same country.
One nation. A nation with diversity. A nation with many colors, with many states. Each state unique in its own sense. Every state has its own language, its own color, its own essence, its own story... Its own unique history. We belong to one big nation: India. Still I don't understand why we talk about being from this state and that. I don't understand why the first question in external viva has to be "Which state are you from?" What does it matter? Maharashtra, Karnataka or Bihar... kya farak padta hai yaar? What is the big difference? Just that the language is different, food, people, color of the soil... That's all is the difference... and maybe the skin color.. What does it matter if you're a southy, northy or westy or easty? Gore hue to kya northy ho gaye? Bloody hypocrites! What does it matter as long as you're not an alien?!
I don't understand why they speak about "their" states being superior when they come to some other state. "In my state...." Whats the difference? The air is still the same! But no. Still you've to complain. If not about the state, you'll complain about the status of the country. But usually the state you wont like will be the issue. You'll point out the flaws. You'll point out every thing.. You talk about how dirty this area is, how gross people are, how illiterate the people are. You are grosser than them! Even though you know its wrong to spit, to shit or to throw plastics on the roads and talk big about saving the "environment", you being literate do the same thing like those "illiterates". I got so angry with my friends on this matter that I couldn't help but say "Cos of people like you, the situation never really changes. You just know how to complain. If you people stop throwing plastics on road, maybe there might be some change. That's when the road will be cleaner." At least it had hit them in the right place that they don't throw the plastics on the road anymore.
People say things like: "I like to be on the top. In the sense, I want my state to be on top. Dusre state me aakar lagta hai aukad nahi hai yaar... Ek dum neecha lagta hai and more fucking blah blahs..." What the hell? What does it matter if you're a Maharastrian in Karnataka or in any other state? Why don't you put those big brain of yours in developing our country? We need brains anyways. Why don't you realize that developing your country will in turn develop the states. When will people realize this? Angrez chale gai but still the divide and rule thing is there. We are Indians for the namesake. This thing has come into our system cos of those bloody "Viruses". Bloody pigs! We need more people like Mr. A P J Kalam, who at least thinks of developing the nation, not just Tamil Nadu. Who doesn't do things just to gain votes and pocket more money in their greedy pockets.
Whats the point in trying to point things and not try and change it? Its easy to point at others. Try pointing out the same at yourself. You need to develop the nation, not your tongue.
We are One big family. One big nation. Why do you have to behave as if you're in some terrorist's house? We are One.
One nation. A nation with diversity. A nation with many colors, with many states. Each state unique in its own sense. Every state has its own language, its own color, its own essence, its own story... Its own unique history. We belong to one big nation: India. Still I don't understand why we talk about being from this state and that. I don't understand why the first question in external viva has to be "Which state are you from?" What does it matter? Maharashtra, Karnataka or Bihar... kya farak padta hai yaar? What is the big difference? Just that the language is different, food, people, color of the soil... That's all is the difference... and maybe the skin color.. What does it matter if you're a southy, northy or westy or easty? Gore hue to kya northy ho gaye? Bloody hypocrites! What does it matter as long as you're not an alien?!
I don't understand why they speak about "their" states being superior when they come to some other state. "In my state...." Whats the difference? The air is still the same! But no. Still you've to complain. If not about the state, you'll complain about the status of the country. But usually the state you wont like will be the issue. You'll point out the flaws. You'll point out every thing.. You talk about how dirty this area is, how gross people are, how illiterate the people are. You are grosser than them! Even though you know its wrong to spit, to shit or to throw plastics on the roads and talk big about saving the "environment", you being literate do the same thing like those "illiterates". I got so angry with my friends on this matter that I couldn't help but say "Cos of people like you, the situation never really changes. You just know how to complain. If you people stop throwing plastics on road, maybe there might be some change. That's when the road will be cleaner." At least it had hit them in the right place that they don't throw the plastics on the road anymore.
People say things like: "I like to be on the top. In the sense, I want my state to be on top. Dusre state me aakar lagta hai aukad nahi hai yaar... Ek dum neecha lagta hai and more fucking blah blahs..." What the hell? What does it matter if you're a Maharastrian in Karnataka or in any other state? Why don't you put those big brain of yours in developing our country? We need brains anyways. Why don't you realize that developing your country will in turn develop the states. When will people realize this? Angrez chale gai but still the divide and rule thing is there. We are Indians for the namesake. This thing has come into our system cos of those bloody "Viruses". Bloody pigs! We need more people like Mr. A P J Kalam, who at least thinks of developing the nation, not just Tamil Nadu. Who doesn't do things just to gain votes and pocket more money in their greedy pockets.
Whats the point in trying to point things and not try and change it? Its easy to point at others. Try pointing out the same at yourself. You need to develop the nation, not your tongue.
We are One big family. One big nation. Why do you have to behave as if you're in some terrorist's house? We are One.
Sunday, January 11, 2009
Happy Laughter
Madness. That's how it feels when I'm in a different world. World of total happiness and total madness. I write this one as a "sequel" to the happiness post. An addition to that one. Because I experienced something totally different this time. Totally!
I felt all light and wow when I was happy. I could actually live in it. So happy I was that I could make them laugh with me. My short happy giggles were funny enough for them to burst out laughing. And that made me burst out laughing as well.
I was fine. Really. Fine for the first time ever. And they thought I'm drunk!! I was. In happiness. I could talk anything at all. Anything that came into my mind. Freely. Without thinking "I hope I'm not making a fool of myself". That was the beauty. That was because I was totally me then. Like a kid. No mask on my face. No mask of "behaving myself" or whatsoever. I was the natural me. Me off any control of anything at all.
I could laugh on anything. Small silly things were funny enough for me to burst into some weird spell of happy giggles. And this was funny enough for them to burst out into weird spell of happy laughter again :D
I could feel all the tension ease out with every burst of laughter. Feel something new I couldn't define. When happy, there was no room for any sad thoughts at all. Those thoughts didn't matter anyways then. They were of no importance at all. Who wants to be sad anyways? It was like some kind of trance. A happy trance. Something enjoyable.
Everything around was nice. Or that mood made everything seem nice. Well it was nice anyways! Nothing could offend me. Even that car which tried to take up my space on the pavement and in the end took it. Everything was simple. I could see a solution to everything. I was cool and calm. I still was overly happy. A weird combo na? : Calm and hyper happy ;)
I could experience a new face of my own. A face with no tension. No guilt. But pure happiness.
I felt all light and wow when I was happy. I could actually live in it. So happy I was that I could make them laugh with me. My short happy giggles were funny enough for them to burst out laughing. And that made me burst out laughing as well.
I was fine. Really. Fine for the first time ever. And they thought I'm drunk!! I was. In happiness. I could talk anything at all. Anything that came into my mind. Freely. Without thinking "I hope I'm not making a fool of myself". That was the beauty. That was because I was totally me then. Like a kid. No mask on my face. No mask of "behaving myself" or whatsoever. I was the natural me. Me off any control of anything at all.
I could laugh on anything. Small silly things were funny enough for me to burst into some weird spell of happy giggles. And this was funny enough for them to burst out into weird spell of happy laughter again :D
I could feel all the tension ease out with every burst of laughter. Feel something new I couldn't define. When happy, there was no room for any sad thoughts at all. Those thoughts didn't matter anyways then. They were of no importance at all. Who wants to be sad anyways? It was like some kind of trance. A happy trance. Something enjoyable.
Everything around was nice. Or that mood made everything seem nice. Well it was nice anyways! Nothing could offend me. Even that car which tried to take up my space on the pavement and in the end took it. Everything was simple. I could see a solution to everything. I was cool and calm. I still was overly happy. A weird combo na? : Calm and hyper happy ;)
I could experience a new face of my own. A face with no tension. No guilt. But pure happiness.
Thursday, January 8, 2009
Inspirational Stories
One of my friend gave me a link to this website. I just loved the story Breaking Free from the list of stories mentioned there...And Tooth Fairy's Letter touched me.
And this one : Telephone, another touching story was sent to me by Pravesh.
And this one : Telephone, another touching story was sent to me by Pravesh.
Wednesday, January 7, 2009
About Happiness :)
Today: 7 Jan, 2009
Wednesday
4:53 PM
Happiness, a suppressed laughter... When out, a hearty laughter... A feeling that is :)
I always wanted to write something on it. Write something special in that mood. Everything is special when happy. Thinking about happiness is making me happy right now :)
First thing that comes to my mind when I think about happiness is a smile. Then on its own comes those happy memories. Then on its own comes a happy smile on my lips... :)
When I'm happy, I feel like a kid. A young, carefree kid. Free from all insecurities. Free of all pains. My laughter then is filled with happiness. Its pure and full of zest. My laughter can make my companion smile. There's life in my eyes then. Its brighter than usual. There's a pinkish glow on my cheeks. I'm alive in that moment. I feel like jumping at that moment, or dance... I can make my companion laugh with joy with my enthu filled voice and that kiddo laughter... I can make them laugh then cos I'm a kid then.
If someone close to me is near me I feel like hugging that person... I give them anything then. I show all my usual hidden love then... All by those small gestures or by those talks...
When I'm happy, everything around me is bright and positive. If it is not so, I make it bright. This is the power of happiness. So strong it is that it can give strength and confidence to a person. A person's happiness and its effects on him/her can make his/her companion happy, can give them the strength. Its a vibe which is felt. A positive vibe. Anything positive is always absorbed by a human. A "sane" human that is. ;)
When I'm happy, there's no one who's as strong as me. No one can bring me down then.
When I'm happy, everything around me is beautiful. The setting sun looks "oranger" than its usual orange... I can hear more birds sing than usual. I can see more kids laugh on the street. I can feel some hidden energy rise in me... A powerful one. I know myself more then. I experience a new form of myself. I enjoy my own company... Every second is enjoyed... Life is totally lived to its fullest at this moment...
When I'm happy, I love myself. I love myself even more than usual. I feel I can do anything a that moment. I can beat anyone. I can conquer anything. I have my world under my feet. I feel strong. I am the strength. I give strength.
I am love. I give love.
I am the energy. I give energy...
I am the light. I give light...
Every breath then is fresh... I give that freshness too...
I feel all this now...
I am happy. I give happiness.
Wednesday
4:53 PM
Happiness, a suppressed laughter... When out, a hearty laughter... A feeling that is :)
I always wanted to write something on it. Write something special in that mood. Everything is special when happy. Thinking about happiness is making me happy right now :)
First thing that comes to my mind when I think about happiness is a smile. Then on its own comes those happy memories. Then on its own comes a happy smile on my lips... :)
When I'm happy, I feel like a kid. A young, carefree kid. Free from all insecurities. Free of all pains. My laughter then is filled with happiness. Its pure and full of zest. My laughter can make my companion smile. There's life in my eyes then. Its brighter than usual. There's a pinkish glow on my cheeks. I'm alive in that moment. I feel like jumping at that moment, or dance... I can make my companion laugh with joy with my enthu filled voice and that kiddo laughter... I can make them laugh then cos I'm a kid then.
If someone close to me is near me I feel like hugging that person... I give them anything then. I show all my usual hidden love then... All by those small gestures or by those talks...
When I'm happy, everything around me is bright and positive. If it is not so, I make it bright. This is the power of happiness. So strong it is that it can give strength and confidence to a person. A person's happiness and its effects on him/her can make his/her companion happy, can give them the strength. Its a vibe which is felt. A positive vibe. Anything positive is always absorbed by a human. A "sane" human that is. ;)
When I'm happy, there's no one who's as strong as me. No one can bring me down then.
When I'm happy, everything around me is beautiful. The setting sun looks "oranger" than its usual orange... I can hear more birds sing than usual. I can see more kids laugh on the street. I can feel some hidden energy rise in me... A powerful one. I know myself more then. I experience a new form of myself. I enjoy my own company... Every second is enjoyed... Life is totally lived to its fullest at this moment...
When I'm happy, I love myself. I love myself even more than usual. I feel I can do anything a that moment. I can beat anyone. I can conquer anything. I have my world under my feet. I feel strong. I am the strength. I give strength.
I am love. I give love.
I am the energy. I give energy...
I am the light. I give light...
Every breath then is fresh... I give that freshness too...
I feel all this now...
I am happy. I give happiness.
Monday, January 5, 2009
Baby Steps
I always believed that I can do certain things by taking one step at at a time. Baby steps that is. A small step once taken, gives me the courage to take the next baby step. However forced I'm to do a thing, I'll be successful in it only when I'm ready. This however fails when the circumstances forces me to do something when I'm not ready. This is when I learn faster, by making a mistake (rectifying it next time, cos only fools repeat the mistake twice), or by thinking at that moment and taking a step.
When in some flow and I suddenly got surprised by a changed circumstance, I was forced to take steps on my own at that moment, I felt some kinda jump inside me. A question in my head was constantly bombarded: "Can I do it?". I felt stranded in the middle of the crowd. Felt some kinda uneasiness. I became "hyper". And when hyper, thinking capability comes down. I realized something... I first answered back the question in my head: "Yes, I can do it. All I need to be is calm right now". I became calm and took those baby steps. Everything became simpler then. It was like I cant skip the step one and climb directly on step 10. Like on a ladder or on a staircase. I had to go step wise. And it worked. I could handle that surprised circumstance. I could conquer my fear about that particular thing and could learn a thing or two too...
A baby step to everything works wonders. Gives me confidence, and gives me a new experience. A feel good about myself too. A boost that yea I can do it whatever be the problem. I can come out of it. I just need to take a baby step that is...
A simple (step/) secret to BIG problems. ;)
When in some flow and I suddenly got surprised by a changed circumstance, I was forced to take steps on my own at that moment, I felt some kinda jump inside me. A question in my head was constantly bombarded: "Can I do it?". I felt stranded in the middle of the crowd. Felt some kinda uneasiness. I became "hyper". And when hyper, thinking capability comes down. I realized something... I first answered back the question in my head: "Yes, I can do it. All I need to be is calm right now". I became calm and took those baby steps. Everything became simpler then. It was like I cant skip the step one and climb directly on step 10. Like on a ladder or on a staircase. I had to go step wise. And it worked. I could handle that surprised circumstance. I could conquer my fear about that particular thing and could learn a thing or two too...
A baby step to everything works wonders. Gives me confidence, and gives me a new experience. A feel good about myself too. A boost that yea I can do it whatever be the problem. I can come out of it. I just need to take a baby step that is...
A simple (step/) secret to BIG problems. ;)
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