Idyllic Thoughts

Courtesy: Wikipedia My heart was dancing yesterday as I woke up and came out. It was such a blissful weather with cold breeze which threatened to lift me up and carry to my beloved, that I wished to just stand there and feel it forever. Walking on the beautiful, yet mud-spattered road, I wished that it led to a serene valley where there was no stress, rat race, worries, emotions that leave you drained and hunger. What would I do in such a place? I don't know, may be lie back on the ground among the flowers and gaze at the sky till it darkens, and lights up again, darkens, and lights up...

Once upon a time when I was a kid, I lived in perpetual fear that my handwriting would be ridiculed by my teacher. As I wrote in very small letters, mom always used to tell me to write in larger size and even teachers told me to write bigger in exams. I would spend the exam time anguishing over how many additional sheets of paper my classmates would take to write answers, whereas mine wouldn't even fill the book or sheet given at first. Though I got marks on par and sometimes more than others, I always envied their ability to write in larger size and use up many additional sheets enough to make a book. My handwriting too would be beautiful at sometimes and crooked at others, depending on my varying moods and interest. Today morning I saw a college girl standing in the bus and reading her notes, perhaps for exam. Her handwriting was very beautiful and I remembered the pressure our generation used to face from our parents, teachers to write beautifully. All that apart, in this age

After living all my life in Bharat, the one advice I would like to give to laymen and myself is this -- please do not  become great; great philosopher, poet, writer, artist, thinker, ... Once you become great, people vie hard with each other and everybody else to make you a god, someone who cannot be touched. You will be pushed down into the murky waters of the very beliefs you discarded, you will be idolised and worshipped even when you are an atheist or someone who always spoke against idolatry. The philosophies you propound will be dismissed by your followers. A great person will be reduced to a mere god who has to be just worshipped with incense and not followed. His ideals laugh at him sardonically, as if saying, "See what happened. You preached against something and they are pushing you down that very chute which you discarded as worthless. See, you have become a god but why, the reason is long forgotten." I hope those reading this will recognise many such personalit

A long time ago, once when I was walking home from college with my friend, I asked what she would like to do after PUC. She said with a dreamy sigh, "I wish to be a doctor." Our dialogue went on thus: I: Why? She: I want to go to America. I: Why? She: To earn lots of money. I: Then? She: I would enjoy life, marry. I: Then? She: I would have kids. I: Then? She: After becoming very rich, marrying, having kids, I will become old. I: Then? (She got angry) She: Then what? I will die. I asked her: If after all the things that you do, you are finally going to be old and die, why do you need to got to America? You can die here in India too. She had no answer. What is the purpose of life? I don't know. But I do know what it is not.