It was raining and mom was walking on the road. At a place where road work was going on, a one-year-old baby sat on the wet ground defecating on the road side. It was oblivious to the fact that rain was pouring on its head. A few steps further, she saw that an older child was eating puffed rice, unworried by the rain drops falling on the eatable making it sogged. The child went hopping and skipping to its father who was lifting soil along with his wife, took a handful of puffed rice and put it into his mouth, laughing happily at the ordeal.
Aren't we just a wee bit too worried about our dress, our behaviour, our language, our hygiene, our wealth, our position, our showing off, our opinions, our attitude and our life? What matters and what does not? Why are we self-involved?
Aren't we just a wee bit too worried about our dress, our behaviour, our language, our hygiene, our wealth, our position, our showing off, our opinions, our attitude and our life? What matters and what does not? Why are we self-involved?
I fully agree with you. Once on a hot summer afternoon I was at a red traffic light waiting for it to turn green. I saw a father with his two sons crossing the road. The threesome were very poor and the elder one was about 6 years old and the junior was around 4 years. The junior was sitting on his father's shoulder and had a wound on his head, which was bandaged. But he wore a smile which was so soothing that it put us to shame. Having everything required to live comfortably, our stress to win some unknown / known race, becomes permanently visible on our face. In the process, we forget to live.
ReplyDeleteBy the way, I read your snippetthoughts, while searching for "pinjrapole". Read your article on the same. Very informative. Can you tell me why it is called "pinjrapole"?
I don't know the exact meaning of the word 'pinjrapole' but its broad meaning is 'shelter for animals.'
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