tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-80488081581679860962024-02-19T05:35:50.768-08:00Aware N AliveAware N Alivehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08183417804199734120noreply@blogger.comBlogger33125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8048808158167986096.post-44764613205033779962011-03-30T17:15:00.000-07:002011-03-30T17:15:33.585-07:00Shadows<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhN86Wa5yGy-cwgcpiRApvKlt9oF3HC9xgdGnWCIjOuX02PNvIPw0D7GWUdStWg99dfymvVhamz2SmAIzCvQaQAHQuoCN4kp4x_qROtOR2w4Pf8PuYOMJrkU8nipV3PARcOzAIQyt3bI_1F/s1600/shadow-17.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="225" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhN86Wa5yGy-cwgcpiRApvKlt9oF3HC9xgdGnWCIjOuX02PNvIPw0D7GWUdStWg99dfymvVhamz2SmAIzCvQaQAHQuoCN4kp4x_qROtOR2w4Pf8PuYOMJrkU8nipV3PARcOzAIQyt3bI_1F/s320/shadow-17.jpg" width="320" /></a></div>You learn to see tricks of the night<br />
With shadows of time.<br />
Shadows appear, shadows disappear<br />
They run, you chase<br />
They hide, you seek<br />
They grow, you bask<br />
They shrink, you mourn.<br />
They lure you to move another step forward<br />
Move with them, your shadows<br />
They are there but, they are not.</div>Aware N Alivehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08183417804199734120noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8048808158167986096.post-11424866483877040412010-10-02T12:19:00.000-07:002010-10-02T12:28:40.415-07:00An era of Mass hypnosis<div style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-odNy0nfn3nGhHKVK4K8Q7DOxrMjUeEy78ZQX-Kcz-2Vi3J5oNrb7VvjCwJ1_-ZQlpwFGPZosfrqxdk7M2yMlSvz-90WbHJL0TScHRb-8EyRZFsTJaxQO_lZCkLQdpTxmODdg6v4ulFOX/s1600/CountingSheep.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" px="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-odNy0nfn3nGhHKVK4K8Q7DOxrMjUeEy78ZQX-Kcz-2Vi3J5oNrb7VvjCwJ1_-ZQlpwFGPZosfrqxdk7M2yMlSvz-90WbHJL0TScHRb-8EyRZFsTJaxQO_lZCkLQdpTxmODdg6v4ulFOX/s320/CountingSheep.jpg" width="320" /></a></div></div><div style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;">Adolf Hitler once said "By the skillful and sustained use of propaganda, one can make a person see even heaven as hell or an extremely wretched life as paradise. Make the lie big, make it simple, keep saying it, and eventually they will believe it. "Public ignorance is certainly bliss for politicians and businessmen. Media adds fire to this fuel. From highly publicized unnecessary products to hyped frivolous political issues, propaganda is the flu that spares only a few.</div><br />
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Where on one hand media has been a catalyst to development and awareness, on the other it has given birth to a mad race; a race that leads to nowhere. People run because others are running. More is less here. Consumers are becoming less and less consumers and more and more buyers. Necessity is no more the mother of invention but, promotion and consumer manipulation have become the pastors of need.<br />
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An ignorant consumer wouldn't even realize the effect of repetitive threatening statements made by the advertisers of life insurance policy.LIC cash on people's fear. It is one of the most successful business models because it exploits the biggest inherent fear in an individual: The fear of death or of physical in capabilities. Many other advertisers manipulate consumers by displaying certain products as status symbol. Because the followed icon on tv uses a particular commodity, having that commodity gives consumer an inferential link to that celebrity. All that glitters is essentially gold in the new definition.<br />
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Human Subconscious brain keeps collecting both necessary and unnecessary information for future, irrespective of their utility. When a person comes across a brand ten times in a day it settles in his subconscious mind. Brain works like a thesaurus, automatically suggesting all related events and names in need. So, the next time this person goes to grocery store that brand will automatically pop out.<br />
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A collective rut planned to trap common man's pocket. The other day I read an article that says "imagine the plight of a man who has to drop his son to school every day in the same car" and "imagine the plight of a mother who does not earn much to give for her son to attend a disco party". These plights are really hard to imagine. Are we so well settled that our plights have become limited to extended luxuries?<br />
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Housewives and children being the softest target are easily caught. Maximum commodities are planned to influence women. Recently I saw a research report on the differing behavioral learning capacities of men and monkeys. The results shown were astonishing. Similar set of tasks were given to a group of 10 to 13 year old children and 1-2 year old monkeys. In the first stage a painted box filled with chocolates was given to each of them. To open it, a front seal had to be torn off and then chocolates could be pulled out by using a small scale. This process was shown to monkeys and children and, each one of them were asked to take the chocolates from that box. All repeated the tasks as shown. In the next stage the box was kept open from one side and chocolates could be taken out without taking the seal and using the scale. But this was not shown to any of them. Each child repeated all three steps shown to him earlier whereas none of the monkeys used those unnecessary steps. They simply took those chocolates out. One year old monkey exceeds in reasoning to a 13 year old child.<br />
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Following a mob simply gives most people a sense of surety of purpose. A feeling of belonging to the right aim; because so many people are running in one direction, the destination must be correct. Each person is unique here. And each has separate aspirations, visions and need. In such a case only the ones who know their goal while running will achieve it. Following peers without reasoning can certainly leave others astray.Aware N Alivehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08183417804199734120noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8048808158167986096.post-40881893090396034822010-09-17T00:23:00.001-07:002010-09-17T07:15:06.709-07:00As a child, I had always hated getting up early in the morning and going to school.....Now that I have grown up, I see for a school that enhances and not subdues smiles, imparts knowledge through being and not books and treats children like promising individuals not inferior assemblage....Most importantly, a school that is run by psychologically fit competent teachers who are happy with themselves and take teaching as a preferred carrier and not as a handy choice...Aware N Alivehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08183417804199734120noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8048808158167986096.post-68267328272568985022010-09-12T07:03:00.001-07:002010-09-12T07:10:44.963-07:00Ahh!Those Bones<div class="separator" style="clear: both; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bir-x4GViD8/TIzZXSva2gI/AAAAAAAAAFo/Hm2FY2ZJM5M/s1600/dog_with_bone.png" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bir-x4GViD8/TIzZXSva2gI/AAAAAAAAAFo/Hm2FY2ZJM5M/s320/dog_with_bone.png" /></a></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 32px;"><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 32px;">Genie is a good dog. My canine loves me more than any other living creature on this planet. Besides constant pursuing, she flings herself to lick faces, loves walking, pulling, fetching ball and racing around finally curling around the nearest lap at nights. But, here is A NOTE OF CAUTION: Genie is not the same with her tiny little bone. In a flick of moment she turns into the scariest creature I have ever known. A dog that runs around the house in the open confines herself to the corner of that closed flimsy store room where she carefully guards her bone. And here is her base where she furiously barks and growls at the intruder unless she turns them away.<o:p></o:p></span></div></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;"></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 32px;"><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 32px;">I do not usually go to bed unless I cuddle my little dog for a while and just in case I forget to do so,in the falling tensed shadows of the day, she invariably remembers to droop by my side. Surprisingly, last night when I walked up to her reaching my hands out, she snarled bumping forth in bitterness. I stepped back in awe locating the bone by her side. It sounds strange how animals change their sides with food in their vicinity. To my relief, she was back to normal this morning. Her eaten bone did magic to her as she sat peacefully by my bedside wagging her tiny tail. Relieved, I prepared coffee and settled myself in the balcony chair and watched my neighbor wash the array of cars he had collected for himself. Ever since we shifted to this bungalow, I have loved noticing him around. Every morning he gets up at five to check and tend his cars for a while. And while he does so, he watches every passerby in incertitude. His eyes squeeze as he walks around his loved cars a couple of times to check a sign of tinker. And when he is done with them, he would relax and smile back on strollers. </span></div></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 32px;"><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 32px;">We all have a loyal loving dog inside us that changes sides at the sight of that tiny little bone we see for ourselves. There is a continuous internal struggle within that makes us display and simultaneously guard the treasures we collect. We hold that bone in our mouth and move cautiously in our own homes and friends. We sit by its side priding and guarding an intruder. And while we do so, our gestures become more apparent. We think we hide our bones underneath the cushion we sit upon but, it moves up and reflects in the distrusting look we give to our guests. It dramatically changes our vision and turns friends into intruders. </span></div></div>Aware N Alivehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08183417804199734120noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8048808158167986096.post-91463891103957771902010-06-18T11:35:00.000-07:002010-06-18T11:35:22.719-07:00Shakespeare-Jaques Act<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px;">All the world's a stage,<br />
And all the men and women merely players;<br />
They have their exits and their entrances;<br />
And one man in his time plays many parts,<br />
His acts being seven ages. At first the infant,<br />
Mewling and puking in the nurse's arms;<br />
And then the whining school-boy, with his satchel<br />
And shining morning face, creeping like snail<br />
Unwillingly to school. And then the lover,<br />
Sighing like furnace, with a woeful ballad<br />
Made to his mistress' eyebrow. Then a soldier,<br />
Full of strange oaths, and bearded like the pard,<br />
Jealous in honour, sudden and quick in quarrel,<br />
Seeking the bubble reputation<br />
Even in the cannon's mouth. And then the justice,<br />
In fair round belly with good capon lin'd,<br />
With eyes severe and beard of formal cut,<br />
Full of wise saws and modern instances;<br />
And so he plays his part. The sixth age shifts<br />
Into the lean and slipper'd pantaloon,<br />
With spectacles on nose and pouch on side;<br />
His youthful hose, well sav'd, a world too wide<br />
For his shrunk shank; and his big manly voice,<br />
Turning again toward childish treble, pipes<br />
And whistles in his sound. Last scene of all,<br />
That ends this strange eventful history,<br />
Is second childishness and mere oblivion;<br />
Sans teeth, sans eyes, sans taste, sans everything</span>Aware N Alivehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08183417804199734120noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8048808158167986096.post-34974419778447503932010-04-07T05:17:00.000-07:002010-04-07T05:17:15.930-07:00Quotes from Ayn Rand<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgmIBe9twa94lCeUYifTwZxohvvfIEbSkuQclmkJiPiCoaFzaYm8VdX8TUif-Sc9uw6wD7sVSQy-CH_ARqyBbErjUO0zWqgRsBKbAUr5IFUey-_z6yavSRxpwH_dtWwGRj99jDMaQEe4YNJ/s1600/ayn-rand.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgmIBe9twa94lCeUYifTwZxohvvfIEbSkuQclmkJiPiCoaFzaYm8VdX8TUif-Sc9uw6wD7sVSQy-CH_ARqyBbErjUO0zWqgRsBKbAUr5IFUey-_z6yavSRxpwH_dtWwGRj99jDMaQEe4YNJ/s320/ayn-rand.jpg" /></a></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: separate; color: black; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: normal; orphans: 2; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana,Helvetica,Arial,sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px; text-align: left;"></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: separate; color: black; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: normal; orphans: 2; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana,Helvetica,Arial,sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px; text-align: left;">Individual rights are not subject to a public vote; a majority has no right to vote away the rights of a minority; the political function of rights is precisely to protect minorities from oppression by majorities (and the smallest minority on earth is the individual).</span></span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: separate; color: black; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: normal; orphans: 2; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana,Helvetica,Arial,sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px; text-align: left;">The most depraved type of human being is the man without a purpose.</span></span><br />
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cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" nt="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiasuhaHzyxugWDYbZFVs3ltxg3LIeL4VIKQbiL98-TLF5qdPhyphenhyphen_65JgIOLnBrSQ0Zfe_k_z4g7vnT1hMS_A88YZFApm-yhFK_dMqKCB7dWLJEkaCMuNcGYL9Sa2eDJJTUIIh_RZrkxvTHr/s320/sadgirl.jpg" /></a>Jerry’s mother resented her daughter’s loneliness. Jerry was a quiet and shy child always wanting to make friends but, never knowing how. When the all the other girls were busy playing, chatting and gossiping, she watched butterflies and fed school pool ducks. At times, she tried to join them but somehow neither they nor she understood one another and ,the talks more or less ended up at confused ends: more compassionate ones understood and smiled and, the wicked ones ridiculed. And, Jerry knew she didn’t matter even slightest to them. Her mother seemed to be the only one who she can count on.<br />
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One day her mother gave Jerry a bright yellow stone and asked her to present it to the grocer nearby. She walked across the street and forwarded the stone to the Grocer. Without much notice grocer took it from her and, pushed it aside. Following evening Jerry’s mother asked again to go back to the grocer and check if he wanted to keep that stone.<br />
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“I could keep it Jerry, but it is not of much use and it is occupying space. You know I am always short of space” said the grocer.<br />
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So Jerry brought it back<br />
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After a few days her mother asked Jerry to try and sell the stone to the local bead artisan for 10$.<br />
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“It looks nice and shiny but, I cannot pay more than 1$ for this” said the artisan.<br />
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she bought the stone back with her.<br />
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Weeks passed. <br />
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One evening on their way back to the market her mother and Jerry stopped by a local Jeweller. Her mother took out the stone from purse and passed it to the Jeweler.<br />
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“May I know its price?” She said.<br />
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The Jeweler looked through his magnifiers, rotating the gem slowly to the side.<br />
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After few minutes of careful study the Jeweller said“It is a fine gem. I have never seen one recently.” <br />
“Well, how much can you pay me for this?” Jerry’s mother asked again.<br />
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“Can you sell it for 10,000$?” said the Jeweller looking in Jerry’s mother’s eyes through his lowered glasses.<br />
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She kept quiet<br />
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“Ok. What about 12,000$?” He said again<br />
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Jerry’s mother smiled.”That’s ok. I just needed to know its price."<br />
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And, they walked back home.<br />
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Her mother held Jerry’s hand gently and said” sometimes the world doesn’t treasure you, because it fails to judge your worth. It can throw a gem considering it a stone. But, that doesn’t make the gem become a stone”<br />
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So when the world doesn’t seem to know you, know it lacks the understanding of who you are. Each person is a fine Gem crafted by the greatest artist and only He knows every person’s worth.<br />
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<em>ps:Inspired by Osho's parable </em>Aware N Alivehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08183417804199734120noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8048808158167986096.post-20909258432686841392010-03-28T10:57:00.000-07:002010-03-28T11:10:10.505-07:00I have read somewhere- how important in life it is,not necessarily to be strong but, to feel strong-Into the wild(Eddie vedder)<br />
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<div style="text-align: center;">A sweet pain in your ass</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div class="MsoNormal"><div style="text-align: center;">A kick making you fall and laugh</div></div><div class="MsoNormal"><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div></div><div class="MsoNormal"></div><div class="MsoNormal"><div style="text-align: center;">A hug never too tight</div></div><div class="MsoNormal"><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div></div><div class="MsoNormal"></div><div class="MsoNormal"><div style="text-align: center;">An idiot who annoys your girl friends and angers your parents</div></div><div class="MsoNormal"><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div></div><div class="MsoNormal"></div><div class="MsoNormal"><div style="text-align: center;">A grungy singer asking applaud.</div></div><div class="MsoNormal"><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div></div><div class="MsoNormal"></div><div class="MsoNormal"><div style="text-align: center;">A moron who teaches you to be stupid seriously</div></div><div class="MsoNormal"><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div></div><div class="MsoNormal"><div style="text-align: center;">A shade in the rain and in the sun</div></div><div class="MsoNormal"><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div></div><div class="MsoNormal"></div><div class="MsoNormal"><div style="text-align: center;">A shadow that follows you even in the absence of light</div></div><div class="MsoNormal"><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div></div><div class="MsoNormal"></div><div class="MsoNormal"><div style="text-align: center;">The one you love despite the way he smells without two days of bath</div></div><div class="MsoNormal"><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div></div><div class="MsoNormal"></div><div class="MsoNormal"><div style="text-align: center;">A disaster</div></div><div class="MsoNormal"><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div></div><div class="MsoNormal"></div><div class="MsoNormal"><div style="text-align: center;">A thief who steals your razor blade and spoils your white shirt</div></div><div class="MsoNormal"><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div></div><div class="MsoNormal"></div><div class="MsoNormal"><div style="text-align: center;">A sigh of relief and joy</div></div><div class="MsoNormal"><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div></div><div class="MsoNormal"></div><div class="MsoNormal"><div style="text-align: center;">Roaming shelter away from home.</div></div><div class="MsoNormal"><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div></div><div class="MsoNormal"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="MsoNormal"><div style="text-align: center;">A bully you love</div></div><div class="MsoNormal"><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div></div><div class="MsoNormal"></div><div class="MsoNormal"><div style="text-align: center;">The one who always keep asking things</div></div><div class="MsoNormal"><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div></div><div class="MsoNormal"></div><div class="MsoNormal"><div style="text-align: center;">The one who cries hopelessly with a loose nose</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="apple-style-span"><span style="color: black; line-height: 115%;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">“Throughout the centuries there were men who took first steps down new roads armed with nothing but their own vision. Their goals differed, but they all had this in common: that the step was first, the road new, the vision unborrowed, and the response they received--hatred. The great creators--the thinkers, the artists, the scientists, the inventors--stood alone against the men of their time. Every great new thought was opposed. Every great new invention was denounced. The first motor was considered foolish. The first airplane was considered impossible. The power loom was considered vicious. Anesthesia was considered sinful. But the men of unborrowed vision went ahead. They fought, they suffered and they paid. But they won.</span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">”(Ayn Rand)</span></span></span><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><br />
</span></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="apple-style-span"><span style="color: black; line-height: 115%;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">A genius is born ahead of his lifetime. It is hard or sometimes impossible for contemporaries to understand and relate with him. And incomprehensible has always been a threat to mankind: we are comfortable and secure with conventional consistent and certain. Those who try to cross certainty and predictability lines with conviction become a threat to the established, bringing forth a long and tedious conflict of beliefs and survival.</span></span></span></span><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="apple-style-span"><span style="color: black; line-height: 115%;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><br />
</span></span></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="apple-style-span"><span style="color: black; line-height: 115%;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Galileo Galilei was condemned and punished for proposing the heliocentric view of galaxy: a view contradicting established beliefs of geocentric earth being the centre of universe. It challenged Church and, established astronomers and philosophers. Man has always placed himself highest and this theory questioned his superiority that sun is not moving for us, contrarily we are moving around the sun. Galileo faced a number of trials during his lifetime and was placed under house arrest Pope refused to bury him near his ancestors for vehement suspect of heresy. He was buried in a small room next to novices (Wikipedia)</span></span></span></span><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="apple-style-span"><span style="color: black; line-height: 115%;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><br />
</span></span></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="apple-style-span"><span style="color: black; line-height: 115%;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Vincent Van Gogh was dismissed for “undermining the dignity of priesthood” in his early years. His paintings were rejected for displays because they did not fit in contemporary French impressionist style. Van Gogh could not even sell one painting of his during his lifetime and barely managed to feed himself three days in a week. He committed suicide at the age of 37.</span></span></span></span><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="apple-style-span"><span style="color: black; line-height: 115%;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><br />
</span></span></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="apple-style-span"><span style="color: black; line-height: 115%;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Shakespeare was never revered in his lifetime (Wikipedia). Michelangelo lived in recluse and Newton could not gather to publish his calculus works in early years for the fear of criticism. Aristotle was accused of blasphemy and Einstein was detained from school.</span></span></span></span><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="apple-style-span"><span style="color: black; line-height: 115%;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><br />
</span></span></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="apple-style-span"><span style="color: black; line-height: 115%;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Extraordinary intelligence fosters unparallel understanding, curiosity and conviction to create and nurture life around. But “a vision or a dream is very personal”(Osho) and unique. It shapes the bearer in its own form carving him out slowly from collective rock, making him distinct and separate from the background. And, seeing him distant, the separate background condemns him for his rigidity and aloneness. Vision is a curse for its bearer. It will not let him sleep or settle for less and it will not let him mingle with the crowd: a vision makes visionary insoluble contrasting alone and vulnerable. Almost every thinker, artist, scientist and inventor is condemned and denounced during his lifetime. Seclusion is the price they have to pay for the wealth they embrace inside.</span></span></span></span><br />
</div>Aware N Alivehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08183417804199734120noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8048808158167986096.post-81058546993642071412010-02-16T05:16:00.000-08:002010-02-16T05:16:26.300-08:00Ugly is beautiful!!!!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjSFZlFLYwhCNyhIVdzr1FPJgeUVGGkTRfUssdp1Mil4K1D0GtVlDXDveCl-ve-K5Ht9dO4tHLWbKr0dfYKPEfDBdJ8N68YWQmMYoplxfyqghZyZROxBLjASxL76b8HIYlP50NlwjFoLCTc/s1600-h/paradise.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" ct="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjSFZlFLYwhCNyhIVdzr1FPJgeUVGGkTRfUssdp1Mil4K1D0GtVlDXDveCl-ve-K5Ht9dO4tHLWbKr0dfYKPEfDBdJ8N68YWQmMYoplxfyqghZyZROxBLjASxL76b8HIYlP50NlwjFoLCTc/s320/paradise.jpg" /></a></div>My granny used to have a mango tree in her lawn. One evening strolling around her garden, I saw a chameleon sitting on the mango tree. The chameleon had just jumped from the creeper and, its color was slowly changing from green to brown. Suddenly a thought pumped in my mind “It is a chameleon”, my lips curled downwards. <br />
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Granma was watching me .She walked slowly to me and asked “Isn’t it amazing how it changes its color?” I looked at her and said” But, it’s ugly. It is a chameleon Granma.”Granma smiled.<br />
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Few days later we walked to the market and Granma hit into a lorry accidently. Lorry bashed into a scooter that was driven by a young guy. He fell over a bucket of tomatoes. A bunch of young boys cracked up. Looking around he yelled “You ugly old women, look what you have done?”<br />
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Those words pinched my heart. Later that night I asked mom “Ma is grandma ugly?”<br />
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“Who told you that?” Ma asked<br />
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“The guy at the market said she was old and ugly.”<br />
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“But, she is the most beautiful women I have ever met. That means you have not noticed her properly?”Ma replied<br />
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I went to the Granma’s room. She was sleeping. I looked at her face. That was the most beautiful face I had ever seen: a face filled with compassion, love and grace.<br />
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It was beautiful because I was ready to see it. I could feel it because I wanted to feel her. Since then I have never seen an ugly thing and. even today I can tell you that old is beautiful and chameleons are fascinating.<br />
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<em><strong>See without judgment, hear without prejudice and feel without inhibitions: heaven is here, here is heaven. All is beautiful.</strong></em>Aware N Alivehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08183417804199734120noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8048808158167986096.post-83898990643500574382010-02-14T21:49:00.001-08:002010-02-14T21:50:59.932-08:00Goodbye Bobby- a tribute to my friend<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj2vGHWpSC0hR2qWoNTdesoIxdPCCEMmxh3F2UP5Y5A5cf4C0f5fSP6qVXa1quZlH6W7pDAWCVxjoJQ1PUeQ3n48vQ1qCKiMXC6rA8nOhJiR1yMQQwFk1ur2T0NB0HZIAaNZvsu6pvtjuyv/s1600-h/rose002.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" ct="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj2vGHWpSC0hR2qWoNTdesoIxdPCCEMmxh3F2UP5Y5A5cf4C0f5fSP6qVXa1quZlH6W7pDAWCVxjoJQ1PUeQ3n48vQ1qCKiMXC6rA8nOhJiR1yMQQwFk1ur2T0NB0HZIAaNZvsu6pvtjuyv/s320/rose002.jpg" /></a></div>I had been trying Bobby’s number and, looking repeatedly for him in social networking sites, to my surprise he was not of the kinds to disappear in the crowd. But time is mightier than people and it shapes them to adequacy, so I slowly accepted that Bobby has changed. He was no more the crazy, rambling, ready to blast friend of mine. Or perhaps he accepted my timidity and walked out of hope.<br />
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Of all the people who taught me to speak Bobby was the first one. The moonlighted Basket ball court of college was our rehearsal yard. We sat for hours discussing giddy politics, friends and jokes. Often times it ended with “you are so irresponsible” and “you are so dumb” expressions. Two poles of a communal impression, one was fond of crowd and other inclined to retreat.<br />
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The girls he chose were crazier than him, none of them was ever sure that she liked him. So they kept coming and going and, surfacing and transferring his melodrama to me and his other friends. Our world gets as confused and messed up as we in ourselves are. Sometimes, I wondered if he ever thought before telling everyone that he had been dumped again.<br />
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I remember the day our bike crashed into herbage and, I tried hard to argue but ended up laughing. It was so hard to anger him when needed and when it wasn’t needed he was boiling like a volcano and often people who knew him felt like sitting on one. The last time we spoke, it was unbelievably difficult to stop him from landing in Vadodara, where me and my friend were stuck in riots. <br />
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But, despite all that he was and all that he did, he was of the very few people who were actually loved. His irresponsibility started at himself and ended at his friends: He was the first person to be relied upon at crucial times, a friend for whom his friends came before himself. Sporadically, I feel if he really knew his time was short here and so he never wasted it on preparing for future as we all did. May be he knew that when we stop living as ourselves,we start living through our friends.<br />
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Mankind is a little hard to understand: we have more words for abuse and few for love. We hesitate most to say that we love people rather than telling them "Fuck you" and "Go to hell". And those who say I love you with their being, we take them as absurd and dizzy.Here flowers sell cheap and guns price high. But, crazier people have something of great sanity in them: crazier one appears on the outside, wiser one is inside. This world has its own reasons to love bonkers; it misses jokers and rebels more than father figures.<br />
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Bobby, my friend I miss you and, wherever you are may you make as many friends as you had here.Aware N Alivehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08183417804199734120noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8048808158167986096.post-27917940538794865712010-02-09T01:15:00.000-08:002010-02-09T01:15:56.204-08:00That baffling human paradox<div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgXtzpDwU69aE1CmtNfTNLT56AL78q-hhb4zjUgp3MeBWJdzl2MUBOzWfqxnKhoy4cOiM5sGPCSwSBd9AQHU5FhvE2skCyUInr2vyJijrt7StnSGjtxUvz9t-3Fq3LLl73_cfZDZ0kQP15P/s1600-h/trd014ca0698.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375403648144371986" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgXtzpDwU69aE1CmtNfTNLT56AL78q-hhb4zjUgp3MeBWJdzl2MUBOzWfqxnKhoy4cOiM5sGPCSwSBd9AQHU5FhvE2skCyUInr2vyJijrt7StnSGjtxUvz9t-3Fq3LLl73_cfZDZ0kQP15P/s320/trd014ca0698.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; float: left; height: 320px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 10px; margin-top: 0px; width: 308px;" /></a></div><div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Tahoma; font-size: 12px; line-height: 21px;"></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 15px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;">With great power lies great responsibility. Unlike nature that has very efficient methods of balancing power centers, man’s power centers are haphazard and self-regulated. Man is the only creature who can simultaneously live in two worlds: one on the inside and other on the outside.</div><div style="margin-bottom: 15px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"><em style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;">And both can be diametrically opposite.</em><em style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"></em></div><div style="margin-bottom: 15px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;">Besides, man can use borrowed powers: the powers developed by peaceful intelligent people can be used by destructive, unintelligent people. Creative growth solutions meant for peace and development can be used for destruction, genocide and terror. This combination of delusion and acquired potency brings forth counterfeit leaders and politicians and a hollow or forced governing system.</div><div style="margin-bottom: 15px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;">Every governing system no matter how beneficently conceived eventually tends to exploit the weaker segments of society. History shows us many examples of the worst implementations of benign ideologies. Communism conceived for equality and sanity has been applied by most insane dictators. Equal powers for all is used as all powers for one. Karl Marx and Lenin could never have imagined communism the way it was applied by Stalin.</div><div style="margin-bottom: 15px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;">Albert Einstein considered the theory of relativity that resulted in atom bomb, as his single greatest mistake in life. On the other hand, Harry Truman celebrated the night Hiroshima and Nagasaki were bombed.</div><div style="margin-bottom: 15px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;">Money that was invented as an excellent solution for relative worth has become the root of all evil among humans. A solution designed for active easy flow became an excellent method for passive, concealed hoardings.</div><div style="margin-bottom: 15px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;">Any creative idea comes as a coin: with both positive and negative sides. The owner is free to encash any of its sides. He is free to buy bread or poison from it. Ironically nature has no substitutes for wisdom. And it has no shortcuts to acquiring it either. Hard earned knowledge always carries wisdom within itself whereas book-acquired knowledge doesn’t. A life lived honestly and fearlessly produces knowledgeable and wise men: men with empathy, righteousness and intelligence.</div><div style="margin-bottom: 15px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;">Contrarily, pseudo knowledge earned in degrees, skills and techniques results in egotistical, destructive and rigid men. Men who do not know the worth or effect of power never hesitate to use it for wrong reasons.</div><div style="margin-bottom: 15px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;">It is a paradox that the more knowledgeable a person becomes the less he yearns for power. It seems as if in some warped way, power attracts the corruptible. A wise person will always hesitate to lead masses whereas an immature person will always rush towards it. So much so that he wouldn’t object to crushing others to succeed in his ambitions. Men love to reap where they never sowed.</div><div style="margin-bottom: 15px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"><em style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;">Acquiring power helps a person ignore or hide his inferiorities or complexes.</em></div><div style="margin-bottom: 15px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;">But the fact remains that the big shots are only little shots that keep on shooting. Contemporary society which confuses power with greatness, has encouraged this mutation to flourish. Our social system has a tendency to respect the wrong attributes in subtle ways. The human power pyramid is working upside down. Rather than respecting individuals we respect possessions. This is one of the greatest tragedies of life as we know it to be.</div><div style="margin-bottom: 15px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;">Without a doubt….the right power in right hands blended with knowledge, wisdom, love and respect for life is humanity’s most urgent need at this time.</div></div>Aware N Alivehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08183417804199734120noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8048808158167986096.post-55359351507636732252010-01-20T03:40:00.000-08:002010-01-20T06:09:41.595-08:00When shadows speak<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEik2X7atwA0Y3QCiacpMvtuz7HCsV4gdWvqNN5ZdGPDeR1BYocGQxYFpj5AP8GqG1OLz9lelJr3Q7BNRWPX7LBzhEDVT6ZP_ak0EBExjt63cLQyvA0mMhH364ydK2LSaolQSA6tqW8sPpMZ/s1600-h/SHADOPPL.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="168" mt="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEik2X7atwA0Y3QCiacpMvtuz7HCsV4gdWvqNN5ZdGPDeR1BYocGQxYFpj5AP8GqG1OLz9lelJr3Q7BNRWPX7LBzhEDVT6ZP_ak0EBExjt63cLQyvA0mMhH364ydK2LSaolQSA6tqW8sPpMZ/s200/SHADOPPL.JPG" width="200" /></a><br />
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Shadows don’t speak often but when they do, they can’t be shut. I remember the day my shadow spoke to me.<br />
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‘Hey there. Sh sh” it called<br />
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I looked around. Finding nothing, I resumed on my book.<br />
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“I am here closest to you.”The voice called again<br />
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Concurrent concentration and distraction can drive you crazy. Irately, I snapped “Who is it?”<br />
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“My dear. You are missing me again like always. Look closely. I am here. I am your shadow.” The voice muttered.<br />
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“Are you kidding me? Shadows don’t speak.” I smirked<br />
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“But of course they do. “ It paused.” I would rather say people don’t listen. You just don’t know how to listen.”<br />
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“Now you talk like my mom. Go ahead. What do you want?” I leaned back on my rocking chair.<br />
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“I just wanted to know why you hate me so much.”<br />
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“I don’t even know you, how can I hate you?”My brows squeezed.<br />
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“That’s what you see. I have been there for you since the inception. I have grown with you, I move with you, eat with you and sleep with you and you, you say you don’t even know me.”<br />
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None likes to be defeated in arguments especially by his own shadow. “Can you come straight to the point?” I asked.<br />
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“OK. The bottom line is that I am sick of following you. You will have to free me now.” It reddened<br />
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“I never stopped you from going anywhere .You are on your own. Free to stay, free to leave.” I turned my head closing my eyes.<br />
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“Simply saying it won’t do. Because we belong together I want you to follow me for a few days and I will follow you for the rest of time. Trust me it is a fair deal.”It spoke again.<br />
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“Ha ha..What a joke? My shadow wants me to follow it. What a terrible day? Can you please leave me alone?”<br />
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“No. Enough is enough. I have to have an identity. We shadows have been following you forever and now it is our turn. We are not going to sit quietly this time.” It nudged<br />
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“Oh yeah.” I frowned.” Let’s see. What you can do? Go and do whatever you want. Get the hell outta here.”<br />
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It thumped its leg and left.<br />
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Sun felt good and relaxing. That evening I noticed my shadow wasn’t following me anymore. But who cares for a shadow? <br />
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Collecting groceries was a pain as always especially in summer. Sun sharpened and cut every corner edge to edge.<br />
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People gossiped. Children hid behind their mothers. Few laughed.<br />
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“Excuse me” A feeble voice echoed from behind.<br />
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I turned “Yes”<br />
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“Are you a ghost?” A young child, half of my length, asked.<br />
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“What makes you think of me as a ghost?” I tried to keep my voice low with pressure collecting in my chest.<br />
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“Because you don’t have a shadow following you.” The child replied pointing his finger to the ground.<br />
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“I don’t own a shadow and, I am no ghost either.” I continued.<br />
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“But only ghosts don’t have shadows.” The child followed.<br />
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“Why don’t you go and ask your parents?” <br />
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“They told me to keep away from you.” Child accompanied.<br />
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“So you better listen to them.” My voice was much louder than preceding conversation.<br />
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His face turned red and he left. I walked back home hurriedly.<br />
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“Just how stupid could people be? So much importance to a silly shadow.” I thought<br />
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Slowly, it was apparent that I was not myself without my shadow. So I decided to get it back one day.<br />
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I looked in the market, in the neighborhood and on the streets but, it was gone. I couldn’t believe it really disserted me.<br />
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My house turned into a self constrained prison<br />
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One afternoon I peeped through my window. A shadow appeared by my rocking chair.<br />
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I hate it when people occupy my space. Who the hell was it to rest in my garden on my rocking chair?<br />
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Covering myself with a silken shawl, I rushed to the garden and found my own shadow leaning fondly by my chair.<br />
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“What are you doing here?”I frowned collecting myself. <br />
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“I have been waiting for your answer on the deal.”The shadow replied. <br />
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“Which deal?” I said. Although it was all I thought about.<br />
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Its voice dimmed” But, I thought of it all the time and, I feel I cannot do without you.”<br />
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So we were together again, walking side by side. But unlike other shadows my shadow was a sad one.<br />
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Where every other shadow walked hand in hand, mine felt dragged.<br />
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Days later I met the same kid and, showed him my shadow with a leaning eye.<br />
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He smiled watching us together and raised his thumb but, lowered his lips sullenly at my shadow.<br />
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I looked back at my shadow and asked “why don’t you lead this time?”<br />
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The shadow brightened and tilted to the front. <br />
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We walked to the far neighborhood that evening and, my shadow was as happy as I was.<br />
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Little recognition on everybone's part can make the world a happier place. We are all reflections of each other. It doesn’t matter who follows whom. What matters is that together we move ahead and rejoice.Aware N Alivehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08183417804199734120noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8048808158167986096.post-44930967382848013692009-12-30T21:40:00.000-08:002009-12-30T21:40:29.973-08:00NUO-The wild<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-FwyCzmTGx2cPkD8Rsz_B3l-HZkPVR4CzSgumLf4m5xxOK0bdt0zaSYMRR3I9orkQxOZezYCwVphboXjfL_MYxZaBfa1zD1gaKgYesvp5DjdNcIVYKC_zs-tWwdoDKsgajxBL7J0TtZKO/s1600-h/Haflinger_horse.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-FwyCzmTGx2cPkD8Rsz_B3l-HZkPVR4CzSgumLf4m5xxOK0bdt0zaSYMRR3I9orkQxOZezYCwVphboXjfL_MYxZaBfa1zD1gaKgYesvp5DjdNcIVYKC_zs-tWwdoDKsgajxBL7J0TtZKO/s320/Haflinger_horse.jpg" /></a><br />
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</div><div class="MsoNormal">Sixty year old Ran ke ping had a keen liking for horses. NUO-the graceful, a six months colt bought from local Alfafa animal market was his latest delight.<br />
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</div><div class="MsoNormal">NUO, caught from the wild, was hardest to train. It kicked and jumped and ran and thumped, trainers refrained from training this adamant horse. <br />
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</div><div class="MsoNormal">“Why don’t you sell it back?” They said to Ran watching it through the fence. Few others suggested hurling him into the dark deep forest.<br />
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</div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Ran loved the look in NUO’s eyes. It was a look he had somehow missed all those years: a look of freedom, honesty and bravery. It was a look missing in the eyes of its trainers and the villagers. Like every other great things around, he knew that NUO was hard but not impossible to train.<br />
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</div><div class="MsoNormal">So he decided to train NUO on his own.<br />
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</div><div class="MsoNormal">Next morning he walked with rope to the colt. Tired of trying all moves till afternoon, the colt finally sat disheartened in the corner heeding Ran from the other end. Ran took the sign and pulled out the saddle. The colt was quiet. He untied its rope. Suddenly the colt lifted its rear legs with ultra force that whacked Ran’s face right beneath the chin.<br />
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</div><div class="MsoNormal">This was too much.” May be the villagers were right” he thought lying with his broken jaw on the bed.<br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal">Ran didn’t see NUO next morning. <br />
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</div><div class="MsoNormal">NUO was habituated of seeing Ran every day. We eventually fall in love with people even when we say we don’t. So NUO silently walked to the window that evening and saw sleeping Ran. It did what good horses do, it licked. Ran waked up stunned and tried to move off the bed.“What was it that Nuo was going to do again?”He thought.<br />
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</div><div class="MsoNormal">NUO stood quietly beside him. Ran lifted his hand after sometime and touched NUO’s face. NUO stood.<br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal">Years later it was NUO’s 8<sup>th</sup> birthday, when Ran died. It stood by the window that evening looking at NUO’s bed.<br />
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</div><div class="MsoNormal">It grew up to the most handsome horse in the neighborhood. People heard his heroism from Ran and others. Now that they could own it, every keeper claimed its ownership in presence of Fuhu-The landlord.<br />
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</div><div class="MsoNormal">Fuhu had lived in wilds for many years. He knew the look on NUO’S face. It was something his people won’t understand. So he expressed a desire to get the horse for his niece Xian Ai shi.<br />
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</div><div class="MsoNormal">Xian was thirteen. She always said that riding was a stout hearted adventure with nothing to be produd of.<br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal">Fuhu now owned the horse and now wanted it in his stable. But, when keeper tried to move NUO from his master’s farm, it was back in his embryonic shape. It kicked and knocked and scared the hell out of them.<br />
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</div><div class="MsoNormal">By evening they tied him in seven ropes made of sturdy strings.<br />
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</div><div class="MsoNormal">Fuhu smiled hearing NUO’s strike.<br />
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</div><div class="MsoNormal">Next morning he walked with his niece to Ran’s farm and sat looking at NUO from a distance. Xian never wanted to be here. She despised the sight of a young horse tied ruthlessly for nothing.<br />
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</div><div class="MsoNormal">She walked slowly to the horse. NUO thumped his legs and breathed heavily focusing on the lady walking to him. She ignored it and turned to the side untying the ropes.<br />
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</div><div class="MsoNormal">“No, kid. What are you doing?” Fuhu shouted.<br />
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</div><div class="MsoNormal">As soon as NUO was free it pounded its legs fiercely on the ground and gushed towards Xian. Xian was frozen.<br />
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</div><div class="MsoNormal">NUO neared her in no time and stopped touching her hair. It breathed heavily and looked in Xian’s eyes.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Xian looked back at him.<br />
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</div><div class="MsoNormal">It hit the ground again and ran to the other side fading quickly in to the forest backdrop. Few moments later Xian exhaled the air she has been holding all this time. Fuhu rushed to her and hugged her in his arms.”Don’t you ever do that again” He said.<br />
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</div><div class="MsoNormal">“Well. I don’t need a horse.” She frowned and walked away.<br />
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</div><div class="MsoNormal">NUO ran several miles and reached the far river. It looked forward and then back again.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Morning it started back for the village, It was all it knew.<br />
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</div><div class="MsoNormal">It ran faster and reached village by afternoon. Fuhu and his girl stood in Ran’s farm even now.<br />
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</div><div class="MsoNormal">NUO came closer and looked at Xian. Xian looked back at him. Later it followed her to Fuhu’s farm.<br />
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</div><div class="MsoNormal">Fuhu smiled and said to the keeper “<b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"><span style="font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;">Only innocence can win over innocence and love over wild.”</span></i></b><br />
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<span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">There are majorly two kinds of men: one who can reason and one who cannot. History has been categorizing men with reasoning as leaders, philosophers and gurus. With technological advancement the face has changed and creative energies are better streamlined into multiple defined faculties. But the class remains the same: of authenticity and intelligence. Ayn Rand is the twentieth century monk in the form of a writer.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">“And now I see the face of god, and I raise this god over the earth, this god whom men have sought since men came into being, this god who will grant them joy and peace and pride. This god, this one word: 'I.'”-Ayn Rand</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">“You can search throughout the entire universe for someone who is more deserving of your love and affection than you are yourself, and that person is not to be found anywhere. You, yourself, as much as anybody in the entire universe, deserve your love and affection.” –Buddha</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">“Crowd has no soul”-Osho</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">“Happiness is that state of consciousness which proceeds from the achievement of one's values.”-Ayn Rand</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Rationality is the recognition of the fact that nothing can alter the truth and nothing can take precedence over that act of perceiving it.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">That which you call your soul or spirit is your consciousness, and that which you call 'free will' is your mind's freedom to think or not, the only will you have, your only freedom, the choice that controls all the choices you make and determines your life and your character.</span><br />
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</div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">“The truth is not for all men, but only for those who seek it.”</span><br />
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</div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">“The purpose of morality is to teach you, not to suffer and die, but to enjoy yourself and live.”</span><br />
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</div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">“Why do they always teach us that it's easy and evil to do what we want and that we need discipline to restrain ourselves? It's the hardest thing in the world--to do what we want. And it takes the greatest kind of courage. I mean, what we really want.”</span><br />
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</div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">“Achieving life is not the equivalent of avoiding death.”</span><br />
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</div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Ask yourself whether the dream of heaven and greatness should be waiting for us in our graves – or whether it should be ours here and now and on this earth.</span><br />
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</div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Reason is not automatic. Those who deny it cannot be conquered by it. Do not count on them. Leave them alone.</span><br />
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</div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">There are two sides to every issue: one side is right and the other is wrong, but the middle is always evil.</span><br />
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</div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Through centuries of scourges and disasters, brought about by your code of morality, you have cried that your code had been broken, that the scourges were punishment for breaking it, that men were too weak and too selfish to spill all the blood it required. You damned men, you damned existence, you damned this earth, but never dared to question your code. Your victims took the blame and struggled on, with your curses as reward for their martyrdom - while you went on crying that your code was noble, but human nature was not good enough to practice it. And no one rose to ask the question: Good? - by what standard?</span><br />
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</div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Rationality is the recognition of the fact that existence exists, that nothing can alter the truth and nothing can take precedence over that act of perceiving it, which is thinking...</span><br />
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</div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Man cannot survive except by gaining knowledge, and reason is his only means to gain it. Reason is the faculty that perceives, identifies and integrates the material provided by his senses. The task of his senses is to give him the evidence of existence, but the task of identifying it belongs to his reason, his senses tell him only that something is, but what it is must be learned by his mind.</span><br />
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</div>Aware N Alivehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08183417804199734120noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8048808158167986096.post-62232206541275410482009-12-01T00:33:00.000-08:002009-12-02T03:48:32.562-08:00Utopia forever<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh_yYx9dd4_IdL6XlWaY9aUggWfaLaP-tJJEvl1G5VkVLBbZadSfl8spyyk2_BF__0Am-FC2IIC_UbSo9j-jdKMD9NEzZtwqsyzgmtAXdMzU-cm6tWhtuFhkm3HV4AtW5scgLlzhxE2hyphenhyphenZ7/s1600/butterfly-3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh_yYx9dd4_IdL6XlWaY9aUggWfaLaP-tJJEvl1G5VkVLBbZadSfl8spyyk2_BF__0Am-FC2IIC_UbSo9j-jdKMD9NEzZtwqsyzgmtAXdMzU-cm6tWhtuFhkm3HV4AtW5scgLlzhxE2hyphenhyphenZ7/s320/butterfly-3.jpg" yr="true" /></a><br />
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“Goodmorning Mr. Snake. “ Ms. Butterfly said to the grocer.<br />
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She eyed around and found the right corner of juices and picked luscious pink pack.<br />
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“How much is the juice worth?” The rose juice wetted her mouth. <br />
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“Its 100 Rs" said the grocer.<br />
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“But the retail price is 60 Rs?”Ms. Butterfly drew her thoughts back to grocer looking at the pack.<br />
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Mr. snake hissed his forked tongue. "Its 100 for living and 60 for the dead. “<br />
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“Now do you want it for 60? “Ms Butterfly quickly picked out a hundred rupee note and rushed out of the shop.<br />
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She saw the theatre with a blockbuster “pa”. The waiting line was long but somehow she managed until her turn. Ms Cat who was 5th in the adjacent lane pushed ms butterfly and stood ahead. Losing her charm to watch the movie, Ms Butterfly walked back home.<br />
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She took the lonelier ring road to match her thoughts. Fresh winter morning breeze soothed her with lily scent of the farm. She took a halt and basked on the lily bed with winter dew. <br />
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“Off you go” said Mr. Grasshopper kicking Ms Butterfly from the top.<br />
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” This is my place. Who the one you to collect?”<br />
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Ms. Butterly passed through ranches, meadows and willows. There was heaven around with perfumes lilies and drifting daisies. But not for her.<br />
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Little boy house sparrow chased her even in the woods. Ms. Butterfly could we ride back home. I lost my way following you.<br />
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“Leave me alone. I am not going back to Greenville ever again” Irked Ms butterfly<br />
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So they crossed rivers, lakes, gardens and alleys, searching for a place that was meant for them.<br />
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“We are going to utopia.” Replied Ms Butterfly<br />
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“Wait. I will join. This forest is not for me.”Mr. Rabbit followed<br />
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“ Is there a utopia? Oh… We have had been dreaming of it forever. We are coming with you.” The duck neighborhood was moved.<br />
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Deer, pigeons, frogs and bugs all followed the historical inquest of utopia forever. They crossed the Himalayas, Indian Ocean, rain forests and the North Pole.<br />
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Sun shone, rain wetted and snow chilled but, they were determined.<br />
“Where to now?” asked Mr. Rabbit looking at the moon from the end of North pole.<br />
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Grand old Mr. Gear Bear howled and whooped on their story and pointed out to hiding Mr. snake, Ms cat and Mr grasshopper who had been following them on the great story.<br />
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“Those were the days when God lived with me. God frazzled through the days and the nights and kept me awake with him. You know creating a world is not an easy task. Now I am old and worn out but there was a time I carried it on my shoulders.”<br />
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“For a brief it was all happy but, slowly people came fighting on the ownership of the world. They claimed that because they lived here, the world belonged to them and not to others. They also said that their share was inadequate.”<br />
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<div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Monday mornings are a pain,managers are monsters, traffic an Everest and home a mess. In a nutshell life is just a drag. One is doing things because one is supposed to do them. But, Of course one enjoys on Saturdays and Sundays.</span><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">When I was a child I had always wanted to become a singer. I remember me, with two of my best friends, rehearsing in front of virtual audience after school hours. One of my friends wanted to become an astronaut and the other a pilot. I have never come across a child who expressed a desire to become the CEO of a big multinational company. Now, most of us aspire the same: a higher salary and a secured job is all that we are driven to. What changes our dreams and aspirations so drastically? What brings down our focus from high dreams to moderate achievable goals?</span><br />
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</div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Scientists say that almost every child is born with superior intelligence. But, the tragedy of human civilization is that only one Einstein evolves in centuries. This garden is full of identical grass weeds with very few coincident roses. 99% from us choose socially acceptable apparently secured work profiles than individualistic interesting ones. And even though we praise individualists, we choose herd mediocrities for ourselves. Deep inside we are keener in following than leading: following an Obama, following a Bill gates, following an Einstein.</span><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">But, when one follows and adopts solutions from others, the validity of solutions is lost. Our unreasonable clinging to answers turns them into bigger questions again. Industrial revolution was an answer for great depression. Our obsession with it is slowly turning into a historical problem. Man is working like robots without thinking, without dreaming, without living.</span><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">We are holding tight to our age old ship that is punched with holes everywhere. Life is all about building new ships and going for newer expeditions. And, easy tried solutions are not always the appropriate ones. If one is born unique one should live unique. A prototype life is irreparable waste.</span><br />
</div>Aware N Alivehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08183417804199734120noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8048808158167986096.post-53134549601174622202009-10-26T02:29:00.001-07:002009-11-10T04:29:16.904-08:00The real King<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEggkHtfUk0IDgkk_izwHr566NBt_nUEMAeqc21jdH4nlQOTBiNosDXElGMtTPfDbiEZQ5MgTx1vQJJ3YLjjW5USiUf_zwJ1yQDIcnPsL_ktScwbjGRNl3B-QNMUbwhXATSrxOtIQn2njz9o/s1600-h/diogenes3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEggkHtfUk0IDgkk_izwHr566NBt_nUEMAeqc21jdH4nlQOTBiNosDXElGMtTPfDbiEZQ5MgTx1vQJJ3YLjjW5USiUf_zwJ1yQDIcnPsL_ktScwbjGRNl3B-QNMUbwhXATSrxOtIQn2njz9o/s320/diogenes3.jpg" /></span></a><br />
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<div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Undefeatable Alexander the great was repeatedly defeated in arguments by Diogenes. Diogenes was a beggar, who lived in a tub, in Alexander the great’s empire. This is a paradoxical world, almost always kings are defeated by beggars.</span><br />
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</div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">“I am Alexander the great” said the monarch</span><br />
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</div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">“I am Diogenes, the cynic.” beggar replied</span><br />
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</div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> "Ask of me any boon you like." Alexander to the sunning Diogenes</span><br />
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</div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">"Stand out of my light."</span><br />
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</div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">“What are your plans, Alexander?” Diogenes asked laying on the shore in the morning sun</span><br />
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</div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">“To conquer and subjugate Greece” Alexander replied </span><br />
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</div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">“Then what?”Diogenes asked</span><br />
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</div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">“Conquer and subjugate Asia Minor “Alexander continued</span><br />
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</div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">“And then?”</span><br />
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</div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">“Conquer the world”</span><br />
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</div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">“What next?”</span><br />
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</div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">“Then, I will relax and enjoy.”</span><br />
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</div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">“But, I am relaxing and enjoying in the sun right now. Why so much trouble?”</span><br />
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</div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Alexander is reported to have said, "Had I not been Alexander, I should have liked to be Diogenes." As it turned out, both Diogenes and Alexander died on the same day in 323 B.C. Alexander was 33 and Diogenes was 90.</span><br />
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</div>Aware N Alivehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08183417804199734120noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8048808158167986096.post-36737607676703060492009-10-22T07:12:00.000-07:002010-02-16T05:05:08.276-08:00UGLY IS BEAUTIFUL!!!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhh-Cq_liSoz3o7dU0KSCjY2cUgLoKxpgQQt5rbtAzz9UwCwN8JibV0oByVrxxdAztCEieBMFCvb_HN0wcevpm_IACiUsAosuVXroKDmUa884ASSwFR62jtbl6PxXRNYV68inFQ4ijksjzg/s1600-h/paradise.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhh-Cq_liSoz3o7dU0KSCjY2cUgLoKxpgQQt5rbtAzz9UwCwN8JibV0oByVrxxdAztCEieBMFCvb_HN0wcevpm_IACiUsAosuVXroKDmUa884ASSwFR62jtbl6PxXRNYV68inFQ4ijksjzg/s320/paradise.jpg" /></span></a></div><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br />
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<div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">My granny used to have a mango tree in her lawn. One evening strolling around her garden, I saw a chameleon sitting on the mango tree. The chameleon had just jumped from the creeper and, its color was slowly changing from green to brown. Suddenly a thought pumped in my mind “It is a chameleon”, my lips curled downwards. </span><br />
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</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Those words pinched my heart. Later that night I asked mom “Ma is grandma ugly?”</span><br />
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</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">“Who told you that?” Ma asked</span><br />
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</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">“But, she is the most beautiful women I have ever met. That means you have not noticed her properly?”Ma replied</span><br />
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</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">It was beautiful because I was ready to see it. I could feel it because I wanted to feel her. Since then I have never seen an ugly thing and. even today I can tell you that old is beautiful and chameleons are fascinating.</span><br />
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</span></b>Aware N Alivehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08183417804199734120noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8048808158167986096.post-25396875337470030392009-10-20T02:27:00.000-07:002009-10-21T10:26:53.460-07:00Machine made man<div class="MsoNormal"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjxahCt4SHYeBeYdWWOa_HmOKlYdgn-zyV88n-71nMYWT1IHSZflRVGanWVUpZi86C4q4s1LPg7wv_f8vH5N4AcwQ8PFnS9TzbiCDltN8813Ec8Xo_9mmsdyMJvRqtjFJHQh8XiNPTIV62z/s1600-h/machine+made+man.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><br />
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</div><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">The topic reminds me of a prudent parable. </span><br />
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</div></div><div class="MsoNormal"><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">A customer waiting to collect his grocery from a village grocer was curious watching a bull turning the log and in turn driving the pulley on its own. The customer asked</span></span><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span style="font-weight: normal;"><o:p></o:p></span></span><br />
</div></div><div class="MsoNormal"><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">“Your bull seems very obedient”</span></span><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span style="font-weight: normal;"><o:p></o:p></span></span><br />
</div></div><div class="MsoNormal"><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">The grocer laughed and called the customer nearer</span></span><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span style="font-weight: normal;"><o:p></o:p></span></span><br />
</div></div><div class="MsoNormal"><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">“Do you see that small bread?” Grocer indicated to a piece of bread tied on the bull’s horns</span></span><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span style="font-weight: normal;"><o:p></o:p></span></span><br />
</div></div><div class="MsoNormal"><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">“Yes” replied the customer</span></span><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span style="font-weight: normal;"><o:p></o:p></span></span><br />
</div></div><div class="MsoNormal"><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">“Well, the bull is simply trying to grab it”</span></span><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span style="font-weight: normal;"><o:p></o:p></span></span><br />
</div></div><div class="MsoNormal"><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">It will go in circles till evening and when the day is over I will untie the bread and feed it.</span></span><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span style="font-weight: normal;"><o:p></o:p></span></span><br />
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</div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">Though man started with using machines to his convenience, he has eventually landed to being used up by machines. Bigger cars drive us and expensive mobiles speak about us. Our possessions establish our own worth. Therefore we work hard to own a bigger car, a better mobile and a better television .Our work schedules pertain to the availability and functioning of machines from morning nine to evening six. </span></span><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span style="font-weight: normal;"><o:p></o:p></span></span><br />
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</div>Aware N Alivehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08183417804199734120noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8048808158167986096.post-58954714837860006222009-10-14T02:43:00.000-07:002009-10-14T02:47:14.445-07:00Was Jesus- a God?<p class="MsoNormal">“<span class="apple-style-span"><i><span style="line-height:115%;font-size:13.5pt;color:black;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">May those who have Eyes, See; and those who have Ears, Hear” </span></span></i></span><span class="apple-style-span"><span style="line-height:115%;mso-bidi-font-style:italicfont-size:13.5pt;color:black;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">Jesus Forgot to include “</span><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">may those who can reason, have the courage to accept their wrongs</span></i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">”. Being seen and heard became the foundation of Jesus of Nazerath’s execution. It is calamitous that malign criminals stroll free or at the most spend their life locked in the jail rooms but, compassionate authentic wise men are almost always killed brutally. From Jesus to Buddha to Mahatma Gandhi almost all good harmless influential people were executed. </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span class="apple-style-span"><span style=" line-height:115%;mso-bidi-font-style:italicfont-size:13.5pt;color:black;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">Man is born with an inherent capability to distinguish between good and bad. No law can match the reasoning of an evolved being. Each of us has a clear understanding of where we stand, what we do and what should be done. But we all differ in our capacity to accept it, so we keep ignoring it to much or less extent. These few great men were the ones who had the total capacity and courage to accept and change themselves for the better.</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span class="apple-style-span"><span style=" line-height:115%;mso-bidi-font-style:italicfont-size:13.5pt;color:black;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">Jesus , Buddha , Mahavir were authentic men, real men: as man should be. They were a yardstick for human existence; a challenge to mankind; an Everest to cliffs. But, they reminded fellow men of their pettiness. There is a very ancient saying that if you want to make one stick look small erect a bigger stick adjacent to it. So they stood like a pole to the moon. </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span class="apple-style-span"><span style=" line-height:115%;mso-bidi-font-style:italicfont-size:13.5pt;color:black;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">Executing them was an effort to reestablish lost superiority in some way. But when one brutally murders someone utterly innocent, guilt remains. Calling Jesus, Buddha and Mahavir God is a subtle way to hide guilt: the guilt of all wrongs we did to them: Of killing absolutely sane people for insane reasons.</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span class="apple-style-span"><span style=" line-height:115%;mso-bidi-font-style:italicfont-size:13.5pt;color:black;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">And naming them God is also a way to guard our betterment. It is an excuse for us in being as we are. We want to remain at the lowest because lowest needs no effort: It is an easy path. All good men turn to Gods and Mahatma’s and all bad remain to be human. Adolf Hitler was a human, so was Joseph Stalin and Mao-Tse Tung and so on.</span><o:p></o:p></span></span></p>Aware N Alivehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08183417804199734120noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8048808158167986096.post-48461519077124510192009-03-18T06:07:00.000-07:002009-08-29T08:12:32.497-07:00Two sides of a coin<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgXtzpDwU69aE1CmtNfTNLT56AL78q-hhb4zjUgp3MeBWJdzl2MUBOzWfqxnKhoy4cOiM5sGPCSwSBd9AQHU5FhvE2skCyUInr2vyJijrt7StnSGjtxUvz9t-3Fq3LLl73_cfZDZ0kQP15P/s1600-h/trd014ca0698.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 308px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgXtzpDwU69aE1CmtNfTNLT56AL78q-hhb4zjUgp3MeBWJdzl2MUBOzWfqxnKhoy4cOiM5sGPCSwSBd9AQHU5FhvE2skCyUInr2vyJijrt7StnSGjtxUvz9t-3Fq3LLl73_cfZDZ0kQP15P/s320/trd014ca0698.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375403648144371986" /></a><br /><div><p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 21px; font-family:Tahoma;font-size:12px;"></span></p><p style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 15px; margin-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; ">With great power lies great responsibility. Unlike nature that has very efficient methods of balancing power centers, man’s power centers are haphazard and self-regulated. Man is the only creature who can simultaneously live in two worlds: one on the inside and other on the outside.</p><p style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 15px; margin-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; "><em style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; ">And both can be diametrically opposite.</em><em style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "></em></p><p style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 15px; margin-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; ">Besides, man can use borrowed powers: the powers developed by peaceful intelligent people can be used by destructive, unintelligent people. Creative growth solutions meant for peace and development can be used for destruction, genocide and terror. This combination of delusion and acquired potency brings forth counterfeit leaders and politicians and a hollow or forced governing system.</p><p style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 15px; margin-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; ">Every governing system no matter how beneficently conceived eventually tends to exploit the weaker segments of society. History shows us many examples of the worst implementations of benign ideologies. Communism conceived for equality and sanity has been applied by most insane dictators. Equal powers for all is used as all powers for one. Karl Marx and Lenin could never have imagined communism the way it was applied by Stalin.</p><p style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 15px; margin-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; ">Albert Einstein considered the theory of relativity that resulted in atom bomb, as his single greatest mistake in life. On the other hand, Harry Truman celebrated the night Hiroshima and Nagasaki were bombed.</p><p style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 15px; margin-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; ">Money that was invented as an excellent solution for relative worth has become the root of all evil among humans. A solution designed for active easy flow became an excellent method for passive, concealed hoardings.</p><p style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 15px; margin-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; ">Any creative idea comes as a coin: with both positive and negative sides. The owner is free to encash any of its sides. He is free to buy bread or poison from it. Ironically nature has no substitutes for wisdom. And it has no shortcuts to acquiring it either. Hard earned knowledge always carries wisdom within itself whereas book-acquired knowledge doesn’t. A life lived honestly and fearlessly produces knowledgeable and wise men: men with empathy, righteousness and intelligence.</p><p style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 15px; margin-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; ">Contrarily, pseudo knowledge earned in degrees, skills and techniques results in egotistical, destructive and rigid men. Men who do not know the worth or effect of power never hesitate to use it for wrong reasons.</p><p style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 15px; margin-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; ">It is a paradox that the more knowledgeable a person becomes the less he yearns for power. It seems as if in some warped way, power attracts the corruptible. A wise person will always hesitate to lead masses whereas an immature person will always rush towards it. So much so that he wouldn’t object to crushing others to succeed in his ambitions. Men love to reap where they never sowed.</p><p style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 15px; margin-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; "><em style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; ">Acquiring power helps a person ignore or hide his inferiorities or complexes.</em></p><p style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 15px; margin-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; ">But the fact remains that the big shots are only little shots that keep on shooting. Contemporary society which confuses power with greatness, has encouraged this mutation to flourish. Our social system has a tendency to respect the wrong attributes in subtle ways. The human power pyramid is working upside down. Rather than respecting individuals we respect possessions. This is one of the greatest tragedies of life as we know it to be.</p><p style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 15px; margin-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; ">Without a doubt….the right power in right hands blended with knowledge, wisdom, love and respect for life is humanity’s most urgent need at this time.</p><p></p></div>Aware N Alivehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08183417804199734120noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8048808158167986096.post-80668951557839831812009-02-15T22:09:00.000-08:002009-02-17T07:07:27.372-08:00Recession-Another opportunity for profiting employersRecession has turned the job market upside down, and employers are making most of it. Be it in the name of cost cutting or organization restructuring, employees are being sacked and sent on forced leave recklessly, rendering them clueless. And the system appears more to be a human juicer squeezing all fitness from the dependents. In such a case government's concern for the unemployed is questionable.<br /><br />In a system where every person has hands in other's pocket and eyes on others assets, companies have planned a virtual circle of a collective pocket so they extract more from employees separate pockets. You sack and I hire the same employee at much less salary. Where on one side the companies are hastily sacking its employees, on the other side the same companies are posting newer vacancies for the same profiles. Too many fish in the job sea and it is a perfect catch. Baffled employee is left with no option but to accept whatever is offered.<br /><br />Convincing and gold polished empty words work no more. When the time has come system is a butcher shop with absolutely no place for values and emotions. And the worst part is that all of it seems to go so smooth. Another silk cover on bleeding wounds and we wait until it turns into gangrene. There is no time for little sins, for desired attention there has to be huge downfall. We wait for mass suicides and increased crimes. Then authorities come in picture cutting rotten parts from the system.<br /><br />One of my friends, who was a part of the bunch of 130 employees that was sacked without even a day's notice, checked all options but resorting to legal advice. What is the use of such protective system where the ones for whom it is established themselves are afraid of it?<br /><br />This article is yet to complete as we wait for a brighter sun to shine: Wait for ethics to revive and, systems to become responsible enough not only for themselves but also for the masses surrounding them.Aware N Alivehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08183417804199734120noreply@blogger.com0