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Saturday, 8 September 2012

On a Good Note.

Hello Friends!

I've been reading a book called "The Song of The Bird" since last few days. It's not a fiction novel neither is it some suspense thriller. It's a set of small stories may be just a paragraph or two each, to let you meditate upon the insight you get through it for may be a whole day.

I would like to share one with you. It is titled "Very Well, Very Well".

A girl in the fishing village became an unwed mother and after several beatings finally revealed who the father of the child was: the Zen Master who meditated all day in the temple outside the village.

The parents of the girl and a large group of villagers marched upon the temple, rudely disturbed the Master's meditation, abused him for his hypocrisy and told him that, since he was the father of the child, he should now bear the burden of bringing it up. All the Master said in reply was, 'Very well. Very well'.

He picked the baby up from the floor, when the crowd had left and made arrangements for a woman from the village to feed and clothe and look after it at his expense.

The Master's name was ruined. No one came to him for instruction any more.

When this had gone on for a whole year, the girl who had borne the child could stand it no longer and finally confessed that she had lied. The father of the child was the boy next door.

The parents and all the villagers were most contrite. They prostrated themselves at the feet of the Master to beg his pardon and to ask for the child back. The Master returned the child. And all he said was, 'Very well. Very well.'

The awakened man!
Losing one's reputation? Not much different from losing that contract one was about to sign in one's dream.
                                                                                                                                   
                                                                                                                              ~Anthony de Mello, S.J

Have a nice day ahead friends.



Sunday, 2 September 2012

Cash Depositing Kiosk.

Of what I've seen of human relationships I'd better wish they'd not existed. I suppose that is what many many people around the world think as well.

We all know how pathetic can human relations be. But then that's what I thought till now keep us going.
If we look into the relationships we build in our life time and not the ones we already get when we are born they somehow out number the existing ones.

That uncle at the shop from whom you buy those two packets of milk. Those people who you meet on the road.
In fact I remember two people I used to pass by when I used to go for work. One of them, on the way, daily used to walk past me with two of her friends. And one day suddenly she passed me a smile and since then everyday whenever we walked past each other we smiled. I do not know what connection that was.

The second a girl who seemed to me to be a little mentally slow (challenged) but then everyday she used to be there at the door to wave at me.  To tell you the truth I used to miss her whenever that door was closed.

Train journeys, adding people you meet on train to facebook to keep in touch. Relationships are built in every way.
Today's world is full of online shopping, home delivery, ATMs and cash depositing Kiosks.
Where do we interact?
We rarely interact. We lack in building relationships outside these days. May be that is why we lack in keeping up with the already existing ones.

SAD!!

ps: Inspiration was nothing but the sight of a cash depositing kiosk at a bank.