Life is..

On a hot, scorching Saturday afternoon , while going to the civil hospital for an errand as a help to a friend, I find in the middle of civil hospital road connecting the new and the old building, lies a man unconscious, deadly still with body full of bruises. No pain was shown by the way of umphs and aaahhaa. It was like a dead body lying unattended. Umpteen people flocking from one building to another, take a glimpse of this sight, murmur a few words in retrospection, but none come to the rescue of this man. Silent in some other world of his own, his life is hanged on the verge like a man standing at the edge of a steep mountain cliff on a single foot. Police cross this venue on their motor bike without the need to take a pause and study this case. On asking people around this site, he was described as a helpless beggar. Felt giddy myself at this sight and like the other people of the mass I continue to do my job…I felt bad , I felt horrible as I couldn’t do much to aide this man. And out of nowhere I became a part of the mass…

In the Monday press, news appears of this as a man brutally hurt by some person and left in the roads of this hospital unattended, till a gentle and compassionate social worker goes and admits this man to be taken care of in the hands of doctors. Would his life be a boon or bane if he survives and would he trust people after all this??

25-6-2007

in the building lift....

In the newly built apartment, with almost nil occupancy, the flats no way own a forlorn look, with all the finishing processes- the furniture noises, the hustle bustle of the owners to see the progress of their flats, the other people with their work etc. Out there is a loyal liftman who without having to take a look up at the public’s faces who enter the lift , carries all from ground floor to their required destination floors. Without managing to see up at the floor keys in the lift, this man is cool, docile and manages to just press the right destination of the floor for the visitor with the touch of fingers. Surprised by this impressive style, "busy" people tend to move on to do their chores undeterred with the sense of amazement...but had they observed the red and white folded stick lying besides the chair on which the lift man sat..

this was an attempt to write a short story..this one is a 138 word story... couldnt make it any shorter :) am sure it can be worked up much better...

please note.. the end has been a bit modified now and it no longer holds to be 138 words..its way more...

Simple, the better - more simple , the more complicated.....

The Power of Love....

And today I suddenly realized the power of love- cos I hurt someone so dear to me ..
And I also realized its so difficult to say sorry….

Its often, that we hurt the ones who are dear to us and we always take them for granted because of our own misunderstandings or lack of ability to understand more or what’s required from us or by presumptions and judgments based on the past experiences, by always keeping in mind what we think is the only truth…

Had often heard the power of love, have read a lot on power of love but its today that I realize the power of love …

With our inflated egos we never like to budge from thinking - what we think is the only truth ….. but what others have to share may equally have a bit of truth in that .. –
Jainism spells this as the theory of Anekantvad - The many-fold aspects of truth as truth possesses infinite characteristics, which cannot be perceived or known at once by any one individual ....

Unending, incessant love - creates love and more love … never would hatred or moving away bring or create love….
The art to look beyond the follies, misdoings of others according to us and have compassion and to look for the bigger virtues of life …. such should be that art..

Its easier said than done… so is for me … Learning to love (pure one and not the need based one)….

and mind you this is not about the filmy love but the love in general towards our family members, friends etc etc or whoever is dear to us..

from the observation deck.. Part 3

I knew I was going to come up with this... had one point worth mentioning, left out ..

There were special entries in the buildings, airports, parking spaces, toilets etc for the physically handicapped, all around in both the countries, with special care given to such people..

Its about time we consider making such arrangements to make such people with whatsoever little convenience we can provide...

... The road from here..

mystery unfolds...

Day before yesterday , while flipping channels on the TV, came across a documentary showcasing resolving the mysteries of the Bermuda triangle on Nat geo or may be Discovery channel...the views of mytery resolved after years of experiments and experience of a few on why the ships and aircrafts disappeared while travelling through the Bermuda triangle was may be due to the electronic fog and clouds above which disrupted the navigation system which inturn misled the captains and the unrelented strong pacific waves that led to such incidents .. but the controversies still hold..

Also that Bermuda triangle was not the only unique travel to experience such mysterious powers of nature , there were several places around the globe somewhere around 11 or so such triangles..and one was near around Japan where such accidents have had happened priorly and have been noted..

strange forces of nature..where finding answers may take its own time...

life itself is mysterious .. which unfolds its mystery in form of short doses on daily basis... and finding answers to certain mysteries may definitely take ages or may be at times /sometimes lead to no answer at all.. Life is.........