One day last year, I had spent a whole day in silence. That was the calmest day in my life. Because I'm by nature very talkative and never stop chattering my way off. But that day I listened to others, thought about what others said and talked to myself. It helped me to listen to what I feel and talk, it helped me to listen to me, the one person who I never listened. Today I saw a Buddha statue, silent and calm. It was beautiful. I felt like going and sitting there for eons watching Buddha smile. Wonder why he looks so happy. Did he really live happily after leaving the persons he loved, the familiar surroundings of his home, the security of his country and position? May be he had too much of all those and that's why he chose to leave them all. Familiarity breeds contempt, right? We always crave for what we do not have. May be that's what he did. I wish I could meet him for chat over a hot cup of tea at a place where there would not be any interruptions to what he would say. I wish I could be like him. Well, not fully, at least in bits.
Guess I am out of touch with everything right now, so no blog entry for many days. From many days, a question is bothering me. I haven't found a satisfactory answer yet. So I'll write it down here. Maybe anybody who reads this may know the answer. "Just because we are journalists, writers, opinion creators and thinkers, do we have the right to judge others? Either personally or professionally?" I think we don't have the right to judge a person, even if we are right. But as writers, we would have to judge others whether we like it or not. And it's very difficult forcing people to think, but that's what we are doing or pretending to be doing right? Another question: "How come life is so simple if you just let it live by itself without bothering much and so complicated if you try to manipulate it or even understand it?" Blessed are the ignorant. We who can understand everything, try not to let anything go by without understanding and thus miss the b
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ReplyDeleteYou're born a Budhdha, like everyone else, haven't you seen the ever laughing Budhdha in every child? ... just that we loose him as the world at large relentlessly works on us to make us become something or the other ... The path of realization is to rediscover & be the Budhdha we were born as ... welcome all that life offers, keep wondering, you'll meet the Budhdha within yourself!
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