Monday, November 9, 2015
Time is precious, don't waste it..
With each passing moment, we are changing. The only thing that is true is : change. What I was a second ago, I am not the same, a second later. May be, a billion cells died in that lap of one second. May be a billion were born. Well, I cannot just by the look of it, differentiate between you now, and the second before..but if you try to meditate, you can feel it in your subconscious mind [the change]. And that is what the great saints, or what do we call them, all the yogis do - they try to fathom this constant change, they try to observe.. the changing time...
If you get to think about it, this has huge consequences. Since the concepts of time and change are intertwined so spectacularly into the universe, it turns out that for any change to happen, however infinitesimal it may be, you require some time. And thus, time in a quantified sense, is a quantity, a non-zero quantity. And thats where its value comes from..
Twenty seven years ago, I was born as a kid. With time, I grew up. When I say I grew up, it means I changed. My mind. My body. My thinking. Everything. What mattered to me twenty five years ago does not matter to me now, and that is a proof that with time, change is indispensable. No one can stop the changes from happening. Try stopping. You would fail.
.....Its 1:01 p.m. in the clock. The school lunch time is over. We have opened our history books, waiting for the ever-punctual history teacher, who barely is late. He barges into the classroom, and says, "My apologies, dear children. I am a minute late." And my respect for him grows by leaps and bounds. Its so true. Time is invaluable. How often do we see students loitering and wasting time ? How often does one indulge in meaningless activities, banal banters ? How often do we think what we ought to be, what we have not got ? And how often do we just pass our time for the sake of it ? Just too often...
If we think of it, we cannot make each moment count. Because our consious mind is unable to take into account the millionth part of time's smallest unit. We are bound by limits. But what we can do, is to atleast try to maximize our limit at the time we do something. Studying ? Great..why dont you try to concentrate on just that single thing. Talking ? Why dont you try to give your all into how to talk best. Once our attitude changes this way, we will all become yogis in some sense, without having to abnegate the necessaties of life. And then most of the miseries, if not all, will go away.
Even as I write this, I realise that time has changed between my beginning to write this, well whatever you call it, and just right now. Time is precious. Don't waste it. And make it count.
If you get to think about it, this has huge consequences. Since the concepts of time and change are intertwined so spectacularly into the universe, it turns out that for any change to happen, however infinitesimal it may be, you require some time. And thus, time in a quantified sense, is a quantity, a non-zero quantity. And thats where its value comes from..
Twenty seven years ago, I was born as a kid. With time, I grew up. When I say I grew up, it means I changed. My mind. My body. My thinking. Everything. What mattered to me twenty five years ago does not matter to me now, and that is a proof that with time, change is indispensable. No one can stop the changes from happening. Try stopping. You would fail.
.....Its 1:01 p.m. in the clock. The school lunch time is over. We have opened our history books, waiting for the ever-punctual history teacher, who barely is late. He barges into the classroom, and says, "My apologies, dear children. I am a minute late." And my respect for him grows by leaps and bounds. Its so true. Time is invaluable. How often do we see students loitering and wasting time ? How often does one indulge in meaningless activities, banal banters ? How often do we think what we ought to be, what we have not got ? And how often do we just pass our time for the sake of it ? Just too often...
If we think of it, we cannot make each moment count. Because our consious mind is unable to take into account the millionth part of time's smallest unit. We are bound by limits. But what we can do, is to atleast try to maximize our limit at the time we do something. Studying ? Great..why dont you try to concentrate on just that single thing. Talking ? Why dont you try to give your all into how to talk best. Once our attitude changes this way, we will all become yogis in some sense, without having to abnegate the necessaties of life. And then most of the miseries, if not all, will go away.
Even as I write this, I realise that time has changed between my beginning to write this, well whatever you call it, and just right now. Time is precious. Don't waste it. And make it count.
Sunday, November 8, 2015
Mother
I saw a little calf, inseparable from her maa
When the milkman tried to separate she cried "Baa baa"
And I was lost in thoughts twenty years ago
When I kissed on my mother's cheek, and lo !!
In my mother, do I see the perfect and sweet lady
I remember going to school, she made me ready !!
The smell of her clothes make me feel so alive
Life becomes not one not two, but four and five !!
She always taught me to grow up be a good man
Once I was hurt, she healed me, and how I ran !!
I owe you mother all the pains that you have taken
I want you to be happy, your pains make me waken [at night]..
When the milkman tried to separate she cried "Baa baa"
And I was lost in thoughts twenty years ago
When I kissed on my mother's cheek, and lo !!
In my mother, do I see the perfect and sweet lady
I remember going to school, she made me ready !!
The smell of her clothes make me feel so alive
Life becomes not one not two, but four and five !!
She always taught me to grow up be a good man
Once I was hurt, she healed me, and how I ran !!
I owe you mother all the pains that you have taken
I want you to be happy, your pains make me waken [at night]..
Wife
A friend and a foe,
is a wife if you know
A lady who gives all your life
Just to become your friend and your wife
And she is the one whom you ought to protect
You would not harm one half of you, correct !
To care for her, to scold her some times
(Just) to ensure we are doing meaningful in our lives
To forgive her in her mistakes do I find this joy
To give what she needs, do I become man from a boy
Remember remember this philosophy of life
Always choose wisely between a knife and a wife
As for me wife is a lifelong companion
who shares all my pains along with gains
is a wife if you know
A lady who gives all your life
Just to become your friend and your wife
And she is the one whom you ought to protect
You would not harm one half of you, correct !
To care for her, to scold her some times
(Just) to ensure we are doing meaningful in our lives
To forgive her in her mistakes do I find this joy
To give what she needs, do I become man from a boy
Remember remember this philosophy of life
Always choose wisely between a knife and a wife
As for me wife is a lifelong companion
who shares all my pains along with gains
Father
My father is the fulcrum of my life
He has helped me storm through strife.
Whatever I am, is because of him
When, he is not there, life becomes grim and dim.
When I was in sorrow, he was there to help
He gave me solace, he gave me my-self.
He always taught me to choose the good path
In failure and in success, he loved me throughout.
He put my intersets over and above all
Your blood and respect, I will never let fall
Even if I dont show it all along loud
Dear father, you make me so proud.
He has helped me storm through strife.
Whatever I am, is because of him
When, he is not there, life becomes grim and dim.
When I was in sorrow, he was there to help
He gave me solace, he gave me my-self.
He always taught me to choose the good path
In failure and in success, he loved me throughout.
He put my intersets over and above all
Your blood and respect, I will never let fall
Even if I dont show it all along loud
Dear father, you make me so proud.
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