The Lady of the house has passed away two days back. The incident has robbed the home of its peace and balance. As if the keystone has been removed, bringing down everything that it was holding together. Leaving behind her husband and two children, the lady moved on to the other world. May be a world filled with serenity and tranquility, unlike the material world we are living in.
The grief-stricken husband and the children are clueless of the world outside. Time has stopped at this house. There is no movement. No one is bothered about the morning tea nor the newspaper. The clock struck eight yet no one is stirring. The man leaves for his office by this time. The children board the school bus at this time. The school bus arrived and all the children got in. Still the children in this house are unmoved.
The silence prevails. Deep within, everyone is looking for the Lady, yet everyone knows she can never come back. Consolations run around the house from friends and relatives burdening the heart more and more. They say that time will heal the wound. Yes, time may heal the wound but the scar and the pain remains lifelong!
The clock ticks at its usual pace at this house of bricks and mortar, not bothering of those who are behind it. Indeed, it is an selfish instrument - constantly moving, insensitive of others' emotions. Is it possible to make the clock run in the reverse direction? To go back and say "Ma, I love you. I will miss you always..."
Tuesday, November 2, 2010
Monday, May 31, 2010
We are Indians!
A realization!
It so happened that, along with my friends, I was wandering the streets of Friedrichshafen in Germany looking for a particular shop. For hours we were going through all the lanes and streets and looking left and right hoping to get a sight of the place of our interest. We kept moving headlessly in whatever direction pleased us, leading us to nowhere...
The only thing that was going away from us was the time and the hope of finding the shop. Soon calls to other friends to ask for the exact location and then one more round of blind merry-go-round through the lanes and by-lanes leading us still to nowhere...
We were walking on one such lane in persuit of the "devine" shop when we heard a voice from behind, "Aap log India se ho?", [Are you from India?]. We all turned to look onto a finely dressed lady standing on the pavement and a young boy standing at the entrance of a shop just a few steps behind. We all replied will smiling faces telling her that we are from India and came to know that she too was from India. We had a little gossip and she asked what we were looking for. We told her about the shop. She also told us that her son could have taken us in their car if only we were not so many in number. Really, Indians are very helpful.After about 10 minutes we thanked her and left trying to guess from which part of India she was.
How strange it is that we "Indians" are "Indians" only when we are out of India...
It so happened that, along with my friends, I was wandering the streets of Friedrichshafen in Germany looking for a particular shop. For hours we were going through all the lanes and streets and looking left and right hoping to get a sight of the place of our interest. We kept moving headlessly in whatever direction pleased us, leading us to nowhere...
The only thing that was going away from us was the time and the hope of finding the shop. Soon calls to other friends to ask for the exact location and then one more round of blind merry-go-round through the lanes and by-lanes leading us still to nowhere...
We were walking on one such lane in persuit of the "devine" shop when we heard a voice from behind, "Aap log India se ho?", [Are you from India?]. We all turned to look onto a finely dressed lady standing on the pavement and a young boy standing at the entrance of a shop just a few steps behind. We all replied will smiling faces telling her that we are from India and came to know that she too was from India. We had a little gossip and she asked what we were looking for. We told her about the shop. She also told us that her son could have taken us in their car if only we were not so many in number. Really, Indians are very helpful.After about 10 minutes we thanked her and left trying to guess from which part of India she was.
How strange it is that we "Indians" are "Indians" only when we are out of India...
Friday, February 19, 2010
Illusion or Happiness
"I am happy!"
How many times have we said it to ourselves and to others! But, does our heart believe when we say it? Does the heart know nothing of the truth? Why do we try to pacify our heart to make it believe what is not the truth yet so very pleasant and desirable!
A constant debate is prevailing within us. The mind being more rational and practical sees through the true colour. At the same time, it portrays a different colour for the heart to see. Alas! Our conscience keeps peeping now-and-again and discloses everything. Pain and grief engulfs us. Where are we happy now! The mind comes up vigorously with greater colours and more fantasies to keep the heart ignorant of the reality.
This is so very similar to how we treat our children sometimes. Whenever a child starts craving for a new toy and we are not willing to provide it, we take the age-old course of sweet-talk to make the child believe that the new toy he is craving for is not a good one, the old one is far better. Once. Twice. One more time, and this formula is applied repeatedly till the child believes that he does not want the new toy. A belief that was induced into him just to keep him engaged with the old toy. Within days, the child forgets about the new toy and is engrossed with his old one.
Is he happy? Yes, he is happy. Would he have been happy if he got the new toy? No! He would have been happier! So is it in life. It is important what the heart says and craves for, more than the mind. That is where true happiness lies. Listen to your heart always because others can help you think but they cannot help you feel...
How many times have we said it to ourselves and to others! But, does our heart believe when we say it? Does the heart know nothing of the truth? Why do we try to pacify our heart to make it believe what is not the truth yet so very pleasant and desirable!
A constant debate is prevailing within us. The mind being more rational and practical sees through the true colour. At the same time, it portrays a different colour for the heart to see. Alas! Our conscience keeps peeping now-and-again and discloses everything. Pain and grief engulfs us. Where are we happy now! The mind comes up vigorously with greater colours and more fantasies to keep the heart ignorant of the reality.
This is so very similar to how we treat our children sometimes. Whenever a child starts craving for a new toy and we are not willing to provide it, we take the age-old course of sweet-talk to make the child believe that the new toy he is craving for is not a good one, the old one is far better. Once. Twice. One more time, and this formula is applied repeatedly till the child believes that he does not want the new toy. A belief that was induced into him just to keep him engaged with the old toy. Within days, the child forgets about the new toy and is engrossed with his old one.
Is he happy? Yes, he is happy. Would he have been happy if he got the new toy? No! He would have been happier! So is it in life. It is important what the heart says and craves for, more than the mind. That is where true happiness lies. Listen to your heart always because others can help you think but they cannot help you feel...
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