I have two canines, a cross-breed of a dobermann and a Mutt, and honestly, they are the most adorable ones that any dog lover could ever dream of. I have named them as Rinky & Dinky. My children have termed them even more scientific as "Research & Development" If I was their student, I am sure they would readily teach me a few quick rules which ought not to be forgotten, and I came across this rule of thumb, which I would like to share with each one of you:
Never pass up the opportunity to go for a joy ride.
Allow the experience of fresh air and wind in your face to be pure ecstasy.
When loved ones come home, always run to greet them.
When it’s in your best interest, always practice obedience.
Let others know when they’ve invaded your territory.
Take naps and always stretch before rising.
Run, romp and play daily.
Eat with gusto and enthusiasm.
Be loyal.
Never pretend to be something you’re not.
If what you want lies buried, dig until you find it.
When someone is having a bad day, be silent, sit close and nuzzle them gently.
Delight in the simple joy of a long walk.
Thrive on attention and let people touch you.
Avoid biting when a simple growl will do.
On hot days, drink lots of water and lie under a shady tree.
When you are happy, dance around and wag your entire body.
No matter how often you are criticized, don’t buy into the guilt thing and pout. Run right back and make friends.
People are whimsical and at times very philistine, relationships tend to dwindle, children relocate, but your dog - well, your dog is sincere to his last breath. Your dog trusts you to feed him, pamper him, pet him, play with him and treat him well. In return he gives you his unconditional love, his devotion, love and protection. His heart and soul is yours and that is his gift to you. In return your gift to him is to uphold them. There are people in your life, your family who are really special to you in some way or the other.
Have you ever let them down in any way? If you have been bitter to any of them in any way, then you must consider your dog's approach to such a situation. I have seen humans behave in the most inscrutable way. They are so concerned about their appearances, they keep sizing people all the time, at times they forget they behave worse than pseudos. In short they are
real sychophants. But for dogs all this is silly. Appearances are not that important. They are only interested in judging people by their sense of smell. Dogs are so good at openly showing their affections.
My dogs show their happiness with open excitement. That tail of theirs never stops wagging, it must be at least twenty times per second, to be on the safe side. When they listen to our conversation, I know from their expression, what they think, "Oh shit, what a PJ! Don't you have anything better to talk about?" I have seen a look in their eyes, a prompt dispersing, stupefying look that reads something like, "Humans are real Nuts!"
When my mom sits watching the soaps on the television, they get irritated. The reason? She keeps crying at the most stupid serial one can watch. In India, we have a lot of sob serials and they really make you run for cover. My dogs keep wondering, "why do they air such stupid stories in the first place?"
When I feel really down in the dumps at times, which is very rare, my dogs are quick to notice it. They are behind me all the time. Now comes the job of Research And Development from their side. They will not stop to find out what is bugging me. And when I notice that they are giving me a scrutinized look which can be worse than the eye of Sherlock Holmes, I get at them, " What is it you are after?" The elder of the twins will give a low whine, "I know, You are hiding something. Out with it!" If nothing works then they have their heads on my lap, with a lugubrious look. There is nothing I can hold back then. A big nuzzle is what they deserve and that is what can satiate them. They then turn really obstreperous!
Patience is something I learned from my dogs. We humans hardly ever have that in our system. Try foregoing one meal a day and the humans are capable of turning the world upside down, but dogs have tremendous power of patience, trying to understand the circumstances for their starvation. They are known for their allegiance towards their owners without any rancor. They will never bilk or forsake you under any circumstances.
They are complaisant to any given condition of environment. They are persistent to the core. Their attitude is to never give up. That is another of the lessons I have learnt from them. They can teach anyone on safe guarding their personal property. If we have guests with children, and they happen to lay their hands on their toys, or getting too close to be friendly, the next moment they have their hair on their neck standing at ends like the Porcupine standing in defense. So, we humans ought to learn from this: If someone gets too close to you, even if it is just for flirting, show them some of your fangs.
Their discernment about people is something amazing and blatant. There was this particular grocery boy who was regularly delivering the provisions to our home. From day one, as far as I can remember both my canines never took to liking him. It was a virtual lambaste from their end. That guy looked so very innocent, until one day, he was caught in their net, stealing the paper weight from the centre table. Nothing can stop the vicious grip if caught. His shriek brought all of us to see what happened. He was forced to tell us that he was trying to steal the object of his fancy. That was the last time he was ever seen on his job as a delivery boy. So, they do tend to be belligerent when the need arises. So, entry to our home is only through the 'Check-Post.'
All in all they are very humble and polite. A simple hug or a kiss is enough to send them to raptures. These are little things that matter a lot and from which we can learn from them. When my son comes home, even if only for a short visit, it is a cause for celebration. They are very attached to my children as they miss them a lot. Dinky, the younger of the twins is most of the time very obdurate. She has her own logic about certain things in life and till today it is sad to say that I have never understood why she keeps whining even after handing her all that she has asked for, on a platter. My daughter often jokes, "Mom, give her a good kick on the ass then she'll stop whining." That can never come from me because I am too soft for that, especially
towards children and animals.
They are both very feminine. They love good perfumes, and have a keen aesthetic sense. Yes, they do cringe at the very first instance in making friends. They need time to warm up, and I feel they are always on the low gear. That gear never changes to the top, until and unless the person at the other end is really striking to look at, somewhat breath-taking, that can cause a thunder in their hearts. Then it is in top gear and nothing can stop them.
As cited by Jerome. K. Jerome, " They never talk about themselves but listen to you while you talk about yourself, and keep up an appearance of being interested in the conversation." Well every dog has his day!
Friday, March 26, 2010
Thursday, March 25, 2010
WHEN MEN SEEK SEXUAL GRATIFICATION
Rape and Molestation is fast becoming a very common means of recreation for the men in India. A land once considered to be the most religious, where women are respected and placed on a high pedestal, the epitome of Modesty and Veneration.
At the beginning of the day, I sit down to enjoy my morning cup of fresh tea, and what do I see in bold letters?
That a young girl of twelve years was continuously raped for a span of One and a half years by nobody else but her cousin, his friends and neighbors, at knife - point. Why is it that they do not see the pain and damage they're doing to someone. This poor girl was left at the tender age of nine months by her parents who divorced and got remarried and went about their own lives, leaving the toddler with her aunt. It is beyond my understanding how in the first place the biological parents could just abandon their child at this age. Are they not aware of their moral responsibilities? Why did they bring their child into this world then?
Is it because they wanted to have so much fun for the fifteen - twenty minutes that they did not realize what is the repercussion of their actions? Where has the sense of humanity gone from these people's minds?
What happens to such a story? Our Indian mentality is such that people just give lip-sympathy for a few moments, or the other worst thing that they are famous for is that the girl has a really bad character so she invited the guys to screw her. Am I right? In the very first place, I would like to ask you readers why is it that these hoodlums never thought of stripping their mothers or their sisters to just enlighten themselves about the female anatomy? Do they have the audacity to stand in front of the women folk in their homes and command the ladies, "C'mon, strip, (or rather) I wish to see you in your birthday suit!" Why not be prepared to get a black eye from their mothers or a smashing of their heads with the rolling pin for making such a shameless demand?
Next comes the crazy devilish idea of raping the foreign tourists in no other place but the beach or a hotel room. What is it that the Indian men go so crazy about a white skin to rape her or molest her? She is a woman like any other woman. Or is it that the act converts their skin texture to become white that is passed on to them from the raped woman? When will these men learn to stay away from such gruesome acts? I feel it is because many unemployed frustrated youth rape a woman belonging to an affluent class because of jealousy or revenge, not just lust. These people are just plain, hard - core, pedophiles, who just cannot be cured.
I keep reading news practically once in every two days about men in their sixties and seventies raping a child of six months or even less than that. What sort of sexual gratification are they looking for? Every time a man sees a woman, why is it that his mind is always on a One-Track, at full speed? The first thought that races in his mind is, "Hahn she will be really good in bed!" Why is it that no good thoughts come to that blasted head of his? To the best of my knowledge, whoever looks at a woman to lust for her has already committed adultery with her in his heart.
Our indian laws are in no way helping the victims of Rape and Molestation. In courts their reputation are attacked if it is revealed that they were raped or molested. This makes them reluctant to complain against their assailant, which in turn encourages rape. The increase in rapes could also be because more women are coming forward with their complaints. Yes, I do understand that in some states in India, the police on its part is trying to sensitize it’s police force, and have conducted several sensitization programs to make those at lower levels understand that even a prostitute has feelings and has a right to say no.
I have lived in many metropolitan cities in India and I must say that I have come across men who are so sexually starved that you feel like pushing them to a pack of hungry hyenas. There are men who try to touch or brush past the women in crowded places, in the hope of grabbing a feel. There are scores of men I have seen exposing themselves at railway stations, bus stations and once even on a roadside where I had gone for a walk! These are termed as 'Sexual Perverts!" One may find such people in Temples, the most famous being the Udupi Krishna Temple, where cracks come just for the heck of pinching a woman's bottom. They seem to get a nice kick out of this act.
So we women have to take all these in our stride and accept it as a part and parcel of our Indian society. It is of no use complaining at the police Station. They do nothing and very often they are well-known to give statements such as " Such a thing has never happened before." The truth is that it has happened a number of times but no one dared to come and complain for fear of retaliation. What is our Law doing about all these sex maniacs? They are left on bail and then no sooner are they out, they wait for their next victim.
This is India, dear foreign tourists!!! In my opinion, all Rapists and Molesters should be executed. That would perhaps start the healing process. It is high time every man understands one fact and that is, that a woman is not just meant for sex or that she is readily available as and when he needs her.
Our Indian government should start taking more stringent measures to tackle such cases. Every Rapist or Molestor should be hung upside down from a public place and the public should be given the right to stone him to death. That will serve the purpose in the right manner.
At the beginning of the day, I sit down to enjoy my morning cup of fresh tea, and what do I see in bold letters?
That a young girl of twelve years was continuously raped for a span of One and a half years by nobody else but her cousin, his friends and neighbors, at knife - point. Why is it that they do not see the pain and damage they're doing to someone. This poor girl was left at the tender age of nine months by her parents who divorced and got remarried and went about their own lives, leaving the toddler with her aunt. It is beyond my understanding how in the first place the biological parents could just abandon their child at this age. Are they not aware of their moral responsibilities? Why did they bring their child into this world then?
Is it because they wanted to have so much fun for the fifteen - twenty minutes that they did not realize what is the repercussion of their actions? Where has the sense of humanity gone from these people's minds?
What happens to such a story? Our Indian mentality is such that people just give lip-sympathy for a few moments, or the other worst thing that they are famous for is that the girl has a really bad character so she invited the guys to screw her. Am I right? In the very first place, I would like to ask you readers why is it that these hoodlums never thought of stripping their mothers or their sisters to just enlighten themselves about the female anatomy? Do they have the audacity to stand in front of the women folk in their homes and command the ladies, "C'mon, strip, (or rather) I wish to see you in your birthday suit!" Why not be prepared to get a black eye from their mothers or a smashing of their heads with the rolling pin for making such a shameless demand?
Next comes the crazy devilish idea of raping the foreign tourists in no other place but the beach or a hotel room. What is it that the Indian men go so crazy about a white skin to rape her or molest her? She is a woman like any other woman. Or is it that the act converts their skin texture to become white that is passed on to them from the raped woman? When will these men learn to stay away from such gruesome acts? I feel it is because many unemployed frustrated youth rape a woman belonging to an affluent class because of jealousy or revenge, not just lust. These people are just plain, hard - core, pedophiles, who just cannot be cured.
I keep reading news practically once in every two days about men in their sixties and seventies raping a child of six months or even less than that. What sort of sexual gratification are they looking for? Every time a man sees a woman, why is it that his mind is always on a One-Track, at full speed? The first thought that races in his mind is, "Hahn she will be really good in bed!" Why is it that no good thoughts come to that blasted head of his? To the best of my knowledge, whoever looks at a woman to lust for her has already committed adultery with her in his heart.
Our indian laws are in no way helping the victims of Rape and Molestation. In courts their reputation are attacked if it is revealed that they were raped or molested. This makes them reluctant to complain against their assailant, which in turn encourages rape. The increase in rapes could also be because more women are coming forward with their complaints. Yes, I do understand that in some states in India, the police on its part is trying to sensitize it’s police force, and have conducted several sensitization programs to make those at lower levels understand that even a prostitute has feelings and has a right to say no.
I have lived in many metropolitan cities in India and I must say that I have come across men who are so sexually starved that you feel like pushing them to a pack of hungry hyenas. There are men who try to touch or brush past the women in crowded places, in the hope of grabbing a feel. There are scores of men I have seen exposing themselves at railway stations, bus stations and once even on a roadside where I had gone for a walk! These are termed as 'Sexual Perverts!" One may find such people in Temples, the most famous being the Udupi Krishna Temple, where cracks come just for the heck of pinching a woman's bottom. They seem to get a nice kick out of this act.
So we women have to take all these in our stride and accept it as a part and parcel of our Indian society. It is of no use complaining at the police Station. They do nothing and very often they are well-known to give statements such as " Such a thing has never happened before." The truth is that it has happened a number of times but no one dared to come and complain for fear of retaliation. What is our Law doing about all these sex maniacs? They are left on bail and then no sooner are they out, they wait for their next victim.
This is India, dear foreign tourists!!! In my opinion, all Rapists and Molesters should be executed. That would perhaps start the healing process. It is high time every man understands one fact and that is, that a woman is not just meant for sex or that she is readily available as and when he needs her.
Our Indian government should start taking more stringent measures to tackle such cases. Every Rapist or Molestor should be hung upside down from a public place and the public should be given the right to stone him to death. That will serve the purpose in the right manner.
Saturday, March 20, 2010
Picking up the Pieces of One's Life
In my outlook on life, this means starting life afresh. I know this sounds very difficult for many who are reading this article, and their instant reaction would be, "Easier said than done!" How very true! But I feel we cannot keep our life stagnant due to something that is beyond one's expectatations. Right? The anguish is certainly very disastrous. It takes courage and a strong mind to get rid of those that have been tormenting and hurting a person's life, those memories that have sharp edges that can cut into one's memories repeatedly and create a void in one's thinking and thus hamper the routine in their daily life.
Yes, there are times when we have so many thoughts on our minds that are often conflicting, with so many questions for which answers cannot be provided and our thinking is just not straight. I've learned that no matter the consequences, those who are honest with themselves, get further in life. I feel that Prayer is the best soothing balm whenever one is given the opportunity. Prayer calms you down, alleviates the stress and helps you to see things more clearly.
I believe in making a committment to really work hard for things to happen in the right positive way. It is good to adapt the quality of having a Grand vision. When one chooses a vision that can enhance one's life, there is a feeling of fulfillment along the journey as one takes his steps towards that vision.
This is another Bill of Rights that each individual is gifted with and I feel confident just putting it into practical use:
1. You have the right to be you-the way you are. The way you want to be.
2. You have the right to grow, to change, to become, to strive, to reach for any goal, to be limited only by your degree of talent and amount of effort.
3. You have the right to privacy-in marriage, family, or any relationship or group-the right to keep a part your life secret, no matter how trivial or important, merely because you want it to be that way. You have the right to be alone part of each day, each week and each year to spend time with and on yourself.
4. You have the right to be loved and to love, to be accepted, cared for, and adored, and you have the right to fulfill that right.
5. You have the right to ask questions of anyone at anytime in any matter that effects your life, so long as it is your business to do so; and to be listened to and taken seriously.
6. You have the right to self-respect and to do everything you need to do to increase your self-esteem, so long as you hurt no one in doing so.
7. You have the right to be happy, to find something in the world that is meaningful and rewarding to you and that gives you a sense of completeness.
8. You have the right to be trusted and to trust and to be taken at your word. If you are wrong, you have the right to be given a chance to make a good if possible.
9. You have the right to change your mind.
10. You have the right to be free as long as you act responsibly and are mindful of the rights of others and of those obligations that you entered into freely.
11. You have the right to win, to succeed, to compete, to make plans, to see those plans fulfilled. To become the best you can possibly become.
12. You have a right to boundaries and limit, a right to be intentional, a right to choice.
I have very often considered the following facts and then sat down to count my blessings in solitude:
If you have food in the refrigerator, clothes on your back, a roof overhead and a place to sleep ... you are richer than 75% of people in this world.
If you have money in the bank, in your wallet, and spare change in a dish someplace ... you are among the top 8% of the world's wealthy.
If you woke up this morning with more health than illness ... you are more blessed than the million who will not survive this week.
If you have never experienced the danger of battle, the loneliness of imprisonment, the agony of torture, or the pangs of starvation...you are ahead of 500 million people in the world.
If you can attend a church or other places of worship without fear of harassment, arrest, torture, or death ... you are more blessed than three billion people in the world.
If your parents are still alive and still married ...you are very rare (and your parents too!).
If you hold up your head with a smile on your face and are truly thankful ... you are blessed because the majority can, but most do not.
If you can hold someone's hand, hug them or even touch them on the shoulder ... you are blessed because you can offer healing touch.
If you can read this message, you are more blessed than over two billion people in the world that cannot read at all.
No soul is so desolate as long as there is a human being for whom it can feel trust and reverence. One ought to make the best use of the circumstances. No one has everything, and Every one has something of sorrow intermingled with gladness of life. The only trick is to make the laughter outweigh the sad tears.
Why should anyone think that somehow they should be protected from misfortune that befalls other people? Disputes and conundrums arise when we let our neighbours and friends set our standards. Why cannot we be ourselves? In reality we are borrowing troubles into our lives. It is high time people realized that they stop holding post mortems. They spend their precious time brooding over sorrows or mistakes that are passed and end up as being people who never get over things. I believe that we should keep ourselves busy at all times over something, which can help us in having no time to be unhappy. There is a plethora of people all around us who are less fortunate than us, shouldn't we do something to help them?
As Thomas Edison quoted," Many of life's failures are people who did not realize how close they were to success when they gave up." I am sure most of you do agree with the fact that, " what you do is God's gift to you. What you do with yourself is your gift to God."
I thank the Lord daily for several things. Even though the daily routine of my job is often very monotonous, yet I thank the Almighty for giving me the beautiful opportunity to work, when I know deep in my heart that there are many who have no job. Yes, my life is very hectic and there are times when things do not fall into place, tempers are short, my food gets over-cooked and my neighbours are real loud. It is then that I stop to think and thank God that at least I have a beautiful family, when out there in the world there are many who are orphans and very lonely.
Yes, there are times when we have so many thoughts on our minds that are often conflicting, with so many questions for which answers cannot be provided and our thinking is just not straight. I've learned that no matter the consequences, those who are honest with themselves, get further in life. I feel that Prayer is the best soothing balm whenever one is given the opportunity. Prayer calms you down, alleviates the stress and helps you to see things more clearly.
I believe in making a committment to really work hard for things to happen in the right positive way. It is good to adapt the quality of having a Grand vision. When one chooses a vision that can enhance one's life, there is a feeling of fulfillment along the journey as one takes his steps towards that vision.
This is another Bill of Rights that each individual is gifted with and I feel confident just putting it into practical use:
1. You have the right to be you-the way you are. The way you want to be.
2. You have the right to grow, to change, to become, to strive, to reach for any goal, to be limited only by your degree of talent and amount of effort.
3. You have the right to privacy-in marriage, family, or any relationship or group-the right to keep a part your life secret, no matter how trivial or important, merely because you want it to be that way. You have the right to be alone part of each day, each week and each year to spend time with and on yourself.
4. You have the right to be loved and to love, to be accepted, cared for, and adored, and you have the right to fulfill that right.
5. You have the right to ask questions of anyone at anytime in any matter that effects your life, so long as it is your business to do so; and to be listened to and taken seriously.
6. You have the right to self-respect and to do everything you need to do to increase your self-esteem, so long as you hurt no one in doing so.
7. You have the right to be happy, to find something in the world that is meaningful and rewarding to you and that gives you a sense of completeness.
8. You have the right to be trusted and to trust and to be taken at your word. If you are wrong, you have the right to be given a chance to make a good if possible.
9. You have the right to change your mind.
10. You have the right to be free as long as you act responsibly and are mindful of the rights of others and of those obligations that you entered into freely.
11. You have the right to win, to succeed, to compete, to make plans, to see those plans fulfilled. To become the best you can possibly become.
12. You have a right to boundaries and limit, a right to be intentional, a right to choice.
I have very often considered the following facts and then sat down to count my blessings in solitude:
If you have food in the refrigerator, clothes on your back, a roof overhead and a place to sleep ... you are richer than 75% of people in this world.
If you have money in the bank, in your wallet, and spare change in a dish someplace ... you are among the top 8% of the world's wealthy.
If you woke up this morning with more health than illness ... you are more blessed than the million who will not survive this week.
If you have never experienced the danger of battle, the loneliness of imprisonment, the agony of torture, or the pangs of starvation...you are ahead of 500 million people in the world.
If you can attend a church or other places of worship without fear of harassment, arrest, torture, or death ... you are more blessed than three billion people in the world.
If your parents are still alive and still married ...you are very rare (and your parents too!).
If you hold up your head with a smile on your face and are truly thankful ... you are blessed because the majority can, but most do not.
If you can hold someone's hand, hug them or even touch them on the shoulder ... you are blessed because you can offer healing touch.
If you can read this message, you are more blessed than over two billion people in the world that cannot read at all.
No soul is so desolate as long as there is a human being for whom it can feel trust and reverence. One ought to make the best use of the circumstances. No one has everything, and Every one has something of sorrow intermingled with gladness of life. The only trick is to make the laughter outweigh the sad tears.
Why should anyone think that somehow they should be protected from misfortune that befalls other people? Disputes and conundrums arise when we let our neighbours and friends set our standards. Why cannot we be ourselves? In reality we are borrowing troubles into our lives. It is high time people realized that they stop holding post mortems. They spend their precious time brooding over sorrows or mistakes that are passed and end up as being people who never get over things. I believe that we should keep ourselves busy at all times over something, which can help us in having no time to be unhappy. There is a plethora of people all around us who are less fortunate than us, shouldn't we do something to help them?
As Thomas Edison quoted," Many of life's failures are people who did not realize how close they were to success when they gave up." I am sure most of you do agree with the fact that, " what you do is God's gift to you. What you do with yourself is your gift to God."
I thank the Lord daily for several things. Even though the daily routine of my job is often very monotonous, yet I thank the Almighty for giving me the beautiful opportunity to work, when I know deep in my heart that there are many who have no job. Yes, my life is very hectic and there are times when things do not fall into place, tempers are short, my food gets over-cooked and my neighbours are real loud. It is then that I stop to think and thank God that at least I have a beautiful family, when out there in the world there are many who are orphans and very lonely.
Friday, March 19, 2010
The Computer Nerd's Ideal Woman
Dear friends, do share with me an article that I have just come across. This is the type of today's woman that Computer Nerds have classified into:
HARD-DISK Woman:
She remembers everything, FOREVER.
RAM Woman:
She forgets about you, the moment you turn her off.
WINDOWS Woman:
Everyone knows that she can't do a thing right, but no one can live without her.
EXCEL Woman:
They say she can do a lot of things but you mostly use her for your four basic needs.
SCREENSAVER Woman:
She is good for nothing but at least she is fun!
INTERNET Woman:
Difficult to access.
SERVER Woman:
Always busy when you need her.
MULTIMEDIA Woman:
She makes horrible things look beautiful.
CD-ROM Woman:
She is always faster and faster.
E-MAIL Woman:
Every ten things she says, eight are nonsense.
VIRUS Woman:
Also known as "WIFE"; when you are not expecting her, she comes, installs herself and uses all your
resources. If you try to uninstall her you will lose
something, if you don't try to uninstall her you will lose everything....
I hope you enjoy her. Happy hunting!!!
HARD-DISK Woman:
She remembers everything, FOREVER.
RAM Woman:
She forgets about you, the moment you turn her off.
WINDOWS Woman:
Everyone knows that she can't do a thing right, but no one can live without her.
EXCEL Woman:
They say she can do a lot of things but you mostly use her for your four basic needs.
SCREENSAVER Woman:
She is good for nothing but at least she is fun!
INTERNET Woman:
Difficult to access.
SERVER Woman:
Always busy when you need her.
MULTIMEDIA Woman:
She makes horrible things look beautiful.
CD-ROM Woman:
She is always faster and faster.
E-MAIL Woman:
Every ten things she says, eight are nonsense.
VIRUS Woman:
Also known as "WIFE"; when you are not expecting her, she comes, installs herself and uses all your
resources. If you try to uninstall her you will lose
something, if you don't try to uninstall her you will lose everything....
I hope you enjoy her. Happy hunting!!!
The Presence of an Unknown Guest in the House
In the beginning, when I was in bed and all the lights were out, I'd hear noises in my room, like the squeaking of the bathroom door, windows being opened and then shut, though I always shut the windows by 6:00 p.m. It was as if somebody was very much at home even before we shifted into the apartment. Although it freaked me out, I just put up a brave front, keeping my two dogs in conversation, everytime they were with me. Sometimes I also get the feeling that someone is here. That I'm being watched or reading what I write in the blogs or in the mail. That again could just be a little paranoia though.
I was sitting at my desk with my PC. I began feeling cold spots on and off since I entered the bedroom. I told my mother all of these things, and she is not one to believe in spirits. Everytime I mentioned what was happening to me and my daughter, she would say, "I was living all alone these last few years, and I never felt anything." My mom is very spiritual, not that I and my daughter are not, but at times I feel my mom goes overboard in showing to all and sundry that she is easily accessible to have Tea with Lord Krishna, that is if he ever drinks Tea!!!
So, coming to that evening when I was working on my PC. My PC is placed right in front of the wall and to my left is the entrance to the bedroom. My two dogs were relaxing on the floor. We have a passage that is common to all the bedrooms and at that time of the evening, around 7:00pm, it was fairly dark. Mom as usual was watching the T.V. My daughter had still not come back from her work. All of a sudden, my two dogs began wagging their tails, in a manner that one greets a known person. At first I thought it was mom, but then why will mom play hide N seek in the passage, was my doubt. Even then, I continued with my job.
Next, Rinky, my dearest darling doggie, was excited. She has the rare ability of suddenly speaking like a human. She came up to me and said, "Amma", I nodded and said,"Yes, I am listening, go ahead." She was trying to gesture to me and say, "Look, someone is there". My instant reaction, thinking it was my mom was, "Whoever is out there, will you please come in and show me your face."
The next moment was something unbelievable. I heard a man's voice saying," I am standing right next to you." That freaked me out. I ran out of the room to my mom. I blurted, "Mom, he is in there." " Whom are you talking about?" asked mom. I looked petrified and said, "I really don't know!" My next reaction made mom burst into laughter. "I am sure he is watching me take my bath, oh shit, from tomorrow, no bath for me." She assured me I was imagining and that my imagination had gone wild.
The next few days nothing happened. Then one fine day, I began getting the smell of cologne. The very same one that my son uses. I barged into his room and checked his cupboard where he keeps his personal belongings. Everything was intact. Even then I began, "Please don't touch anything that belongs to my son. I am very possessive about my children, is that very clear?" The reply I got was a big bang from the door, being shut.
After that when I told my son, he too said, "Mom, it's all crap. I don't believe this." Surprisingly, everytime my son comes home on a vacation, this 'Smoky' as I have named him, is on his very best behaviour. My PC is working very fine, there is no hanging of any programs, no voltage fluctuations, all is fine.
Now, recently a strange thing happened. My daughter had a call from her office friend and as she was speaking, her friend at the other end was asking her, "Who is that man speaking next to you? I can hear him." My daughter replied that there was no man in the house at all. I was in the same room when I saw a dark shadow going out of the room. So, now we have decided to just allow the presence to be as it is. It is not harming us in any way. My dogs have more or less accepted him as a part of the family.
So, Readers, I heard that spirits and ghosts haunt those places where the residents have no faith in Gods and where Gods are not worshipped. I feel this is not true. Our family is very religious, something really Pious. The presence, for all we know, could be our Guardian Angel, there to protect us all the time. He might be standing right now behind me and having a hearty laugh. Good!!!
Thursday, March 18, 2010
Mathematics Phobia
Readers, there is nothing to worry about this phobia. Maths is one subject where you have to have Patience in every step. Many children at some time in their school career are challenged by anxiety. Symptoms include stomachaches, nausea, fatigue, shaking, a racing heart and frequent trips to the toilet.
I guess I never had this problem when I first stepped into my school. To me everything was comfortable as I saw everything with a positive attitude. Even when I plugged in Mathematics exam, at the tender age of four years, I had the innocence of coming up to my parents and saying, "See, I have got the best marks in class ( 10 / 3, I had turned the marks upside down whilst addressing it to my Parents)." My parents would end up saying, "Oh God! Not again!" This with a flustered expression and both of them would put their hands up in despair. My best subjects were practically eveything one could ask for in the academic year, except of course, my greatest enemy - "Mathematics."
The problem was not with me, but in the way the teachers put the very attributes of this wondeful subject across that always had me running to the nearest wash-room on some pretext or the other. The whole class would strain their necks to see when I would leave the class-room the moment the bell rang for this particular period. I was never taught to take an interest in this subject, simply because either the teachers only came for the heck of getting remuneration for that one hour period or they never had the patience to bring the interest in candidates like me, or they would see to it that they would go at a tangent, or worse, they were scared about answering for all the baffling questions I would shoot at them.
In simpler language, they had not done their homework very well. At the age of five years, I just did not grasp the significance of this enigma, i.e. 2 + 2 = 4, 2 x 2 = 4, but 2 - 2 = 0. The end result was that, I was always made to kneel down in the corridor of our class, whenever the wash room was occupied, much to my mental agony. I had resigned to my fate of treating Mathematics as a subject that was Labyrinthine to me, beyond my understanding. Why do the teachers always make any particular subject so obfuscate that always ends up with the students in a state of Lachrymose?
In the remaining subjects, I was sharp and could teach most of my class mates, a new chapter ahead of the time period. That was amazing to my school Principal. Today, when I think of it, I wish I had Amir Khan in my school days, to come and help me out of this Mathematics problem. English was my favourite subject and I simply enjoyed listening to stories and writing short essays, when I was in class six. I remember a crazy thing I did once. We had a special species of a teacher who had the knack of pronouncing things in a very slurry manner. I was asked to read out a particular page to the entire class along with the punctuations, in line for them to jot down for their home study. All went fine, until the time came when the sentence had to end and I landed up saying, " Police Stop" for Full- Stop. ( At times, she would sound like, "Foolish Stop", but I thought it could not be that word). The teacher had in the interim period gone for a Meeting with the senior school Faculty.
The next day was the day of my martyrdom, when there was a line of Parents, outside the Principal's office, wanting an immediate explanation to the "Police Stop", in their ward's notebooks. The concerned teacher was summoned and as it happens in Private sector offices, the beating or the banging seems to pass from the top to the next officer in line. I was watching a lot of heads roll with the utmost innocence of any child at that age. I was asked to read the Para in the presence of the school Principal, and guess what came out of my innocent pouting lips? "Police Stop". When asked, " who taught you this?" I innocently pointed my little finger at the culprit in hand - My English Mme, who was snorting at me, with the look, "Just wait till I get you." But I had the audacity to stay put and not cower. This teacher was also very well-known for her harangue. That was the last time I saw the wash-room of that school.
I was bundled off to the next school and this time, my parents made sure that the school faculty was up to the mark. No problem! This was where I reigned like a queen, as I was being guided all along with the best incarnation of Sir Issac Newton, who made Mathematics look like a beautiful game to me. I stopped having nightmares of numbers and even "Police Stops", much to the relief of all at home. I began having a strong adulation to this teacher and to the subject. That was the year I was on cloud Nine, topping the class in Mathematics. My instant reaction was to run and hug my mathematics teacher.
As Bacon quoted: " Pure mathematics do remedy and cure many defects in the wit and faculties of individuals; for if the wit be dull, they sharpen it; if too wandering they fix it; if too inherent in the sense,they abstract it."
I was made to understand that the study of mathematics is like climbing up a steep and craggy mountain; when once you reach the top, it fully recompenses your trouble, by opening a fine, clear, and extensive prospect.
Mathematics cultivates the reason; that of the languages, at the same time, the reason and the taste. The former gives grasp and power to the mind; the latter both power and flexibility. The former, by itself, would prepare us for a state of certainties, which nowhere exists; the latter, for a state of probabilities, which is that of common life. Each, by itself, does but an imperfect work: in the union of both, is the best discipline for the mind, and the best mental training for the world as it is.
I guess I never had this problem when I first stepped into my school. To me everything was comfortable as I saw everything with a positive attitude. Even when I plugged in Mathematics exam, at the tender age of four years, I had the innocence of coming up to my parents and saying, "See, I have got the best marks in class ( 10 / 3, I had turned the marks upside down whilst addressing it to my Parents)." My parents would end up saying, "Oh God! Not again!" This with a flustered expression and both of them would put their hands up in despair. My best subjects were practically eveything one could ask for in the academic year, except of course, my greatest enemy - "Mathematics."
The problem was not with me, but in the way the teachers put the very attributes of this wondeful subject across that always had me running to the nearest wash-room on some pretext or the other. The whole class would strain their necks to see when I would leave the class-room the moment the bell rang for this particular period. I was never taught to take an interest in this subject, simply because either the teachers only came for the heck of getting remuneration for that one hour period or they never had the patience to bring the interest in candidates like me, or they would see to it that they would go at a tangent, or worse, they were scared about answering for all the baffling questions I would shoot at them.
In simpler language, they had not done their homework very well. At the age of five years, I just did not grasp the significance of this enigma, i.e. 2 + 2 = 4, 2 x 2 = 4, but 2 - 2 = 0. The end result was that, I was always made to kneel down in the corridor of our class, whenever the wash room was occupied, much to my mental agony. I had resigned to my fate of treating Mathematics as a subject that was Labyrinthine to me, beyond my understanding. Why do the teachers always make any particular subject so obfuscate that always ends up with the students in a state of Lachrymose?
In the remaining subjects, I was sharp and could teach most of my class mates, a new chapter ahead of the time period. That was amazing to my school Principal. Today, when I think of it, I wish I had Amir Khan in my school days, to come and help me out of this Mathematics problem. English was my favourite subject and I simply enjoyed listening to stories and writing short essays, when I was in class six. I remember a crazy thing I did once. We had a special species of a teacher who had the knack of pronouncing things in a very slurry manner. I was asked to read out a particular page to the entire class along with the punctuations, in line for them to jot down for their home study. All went fine, until the time came when the sentence had to end and I landed up saying, " Police Stop" for Full- Stop. ( At times, she would sound like, "Foolish Stop", but I thought it could not be that word). The teacher had in the interim period gone for a Meeting with the senior school Faculty.
The next day was the day of my martyrdom, when there was a line of Parents, outside the Principal's office, wanting an immediate explanation to the "Police Stop", in their ward's notebooks. The concerned teacher was summoned and as it happens in Private sector offices, the beating or the banging seems to pass from the top to the next officer in line. I was watching a lot of heads roll with the utmost innocence of any child at that age. I was asked to read the Para in the presence of the school Principal, and guess what came out of my innocent pouting lips? "Police Stop". When asked, " who taught you this?" I innocently pointed my little finger at the culprit in hand - My English Mme, who was snorting at me, with the look, "Just wait till I get you." But I had the audacity to stay put and not cower. This teacher was also very well-known for her harangue. That was the last time I saw the wash-room of that school.
I was bundled off to the next school and this time, my parents made sure that the school faculty was up to the mark. No problem! This was where I reigned like a queen, as I was being guided all along with the best incarnation of Sir Issac Newton, who made Mathematics look like a beautiful game to me. I stopped having nightmares of numbers and even "Police Stops", much to the relief of all at home. I began having a strong adulation to this teacher and to the subject. That was the year I was on cloud Nine, topping the class in Mathematics. My instant reaction was to run and hug my mathematics teacher.
As Bacon quoted: " Pure mathematics do remedy and cure many defects in the wit and faculties of individuals; for if the wit be dull, they sharpen it; if too wandering they fix it; if too inherent in the sense,they abstract it."
I was made to understand that the study of mathematics is like climbing up a steep and craggy mountain; when once you reach the top, it fully recompenses your trouble, by opening a fine, clear, and extensive prospect.
Mathematics cultivates the reason; that of the languages, at the same time, the reason and the taste. The former gives grasp and power to the mind; the latter both power and flexibility. The former, by itself, would prepare us for a state of certainties, which nowhere exists; the latter, for a state of probabilities, which is that of common life. Each, by itself, does but an imperfect work: in the union of both, is the best discipline for the mind, and the best mental training for the world as it is.
Tuesday, March 16, 2010
The Awakening...
The Awakening - By Sonny Carroll
There comes a time in your life when you finally get it ... When in the midst of all your fears and insanity you stop dead in your tracks and somewhere the voice inside your head cries out "ENOUGH! Enough fighting and crying or struggling to hold on." And, like a child quieting down after a blind tantrum, your sobs begin to subside, you shudder once or twice, you blink back your tears and through a mantle of wet lashes you begin to look at the world from a new perspective.
..........This is your awakening.
You realize that it is time to stop hoping and waiting for something or someone to change, or for happiness safety and security to come galloping over the next horizon. You come to terms with the fact that there aren't always fairytale endings (or beginnings for that matter) and that any guarantee of "happily ever after" must begin with you. Then a sense of serenity is born of acceptance.
So you begin making your way through the "reality of today" rather than holding out for the "promise of tomorrow." You realize that much of who you are and the way you navigate through life is, in great part, a result of all the social conditioning you've received over the course of a lifetime. And you begin to sift through all the nonsense you were taught about :
- how you should look and how much you should weigh,
- what you should wear and where you should shop,
- where you should live or what type of car you should drive,
- who you should sleep with and how you should behave,
- who you should marry and why you should stay,
- the importance of bearing children or what you owe your family,
Slowly you begin to open up to new worlds and different points of view. And you begin re-assessing and re-defining who you are and what you really believe in. And you begin to discard the doctrines you have outgrown, or should never have practiced to begin with.
You accept the fact that you are not perfect ,and that not everyone will love appreciate or approve of who or what you are... and that's OK... they are entitled to their own views and opinions. And, you come to terms with the fact that you will never be a size 5 or a "perfect 10".... Or a perfect human being for that matter... and you stop trying to compete with the image inside your head or agonizing over how you compare. And, you take a long look at yourself in the mirror and you make a promise to give yourself the same unconditional love and support you give so freely to others. Then a sense of confidence is born of self-approval.
And, you stop maneuvering through life merely as a "consumer" hungry for your next fix, a new dress, another pair of shoes or looks of approval and admiration from family, friends or even strangers who pass by. Then you discover that it is truly in "giving" that we receive, and that the joy and abundance you seek grows out of the giving. And you recognize the importance of "creating" and "contributing" rather than "obtaining" and "accumulating."
And you give thanks for the simple things you've been blessed with, things that millions of people upon the earth can only dream about - a full refrigerator, clean running water, a soft warm bed, the freedom of choice and the opportunity to pursue your own dreams.
And you begin to love and to care for yourself. You stop engaging in self-destructive behaviors, including participating in dysfunctional relationships. You begin eating a balanced diet, drinking more water and exercising. And because you've learned that fatigue drains the spirit and creates doubt and fear, you give yourself permission to rest. And just as food is fuel for the body, laughter is fuel for the spirit and so you make it a point to create time for play.
Then you learn about love and relationships - how to love, how much to give in love, when to stop giving, and when to walk away. And you allow only the hands of a lover who truly loves and respects you to glorify you with his touch. You learn that people don't always say what they mean or mean what they say, intentionally or unintentionally, and that not everyone will always come through... and interestingly enough, it's not always about you. So, you stop lashing out and pointing fingers or looking to place blame for the things that were done to you or weren't done for you. And you learn to keep your Ego in check and to acknowledge and redirect the destructive emotions it spawns - anger, jealousy and resentment.
You learn how to say "I was wrong" and to forgive people for their own human frailties. You learn to build bridges instead of walls and about the healing power of love as it is expressed through a kind word, a warm smile or a friendly gesture. And, at the same time, you eliminate any relationships that are hurtful or fail to uplift and edify you. You stop working so hard at smoothing things over and setting your needs aside. You learn that feelings of entitlement are perfectly OK and that it is your right to want or expect certain things. And you learn the importance of communicating your needs with confidence and grace. You learn that the only cross to bear is the one you choose to carry and that eventually martyrs are burned at the stake. Then you learn to distinguish between guilt, and responsibility and the importance of setting boundaries and learning to Say NO. You learn that you don't know all the answers, it's not your job to save the world and that sometimes you just need to Let Go.
Moreover, you learn to look at people as they really are and not as you would want them to be, and you are careful not to project your neediness or insecurities onto a relationship. You learn that you will not be more beautiful, more intelligent, more lovable or important because of the man on your arm or the child that bears your name. You learn that just as people grow and change, so it is with love and relationships, and that that not everyone can always love you the way you would want them to. So you stop appraising your worth by the measure of love you are given. And suddenly you realize that it's wrong to demand that someone live their life or sacrifice their dreams just to serve your needs, ease your insecurities, or meet "your" standards and expectations. You learn that the only love worth giving and receiving is the love that is given freely without conditions or limitations. And you learn what it means to love. So you stop trying to control people, situations and outcomes. You learn that "alone" does not mean "lonely" and you begin to discover the joy of spending time "with yourself" and "on yourself." Then you discover the greatest and most fulfilling love you will ever know - Self Love. And so it comes to pass that, through understanding, your heart heals; and now all new things are possible.
Moving along, you begin to avoid Toxic people and conversations. And you stop wasting time and energy rehashing your situation with family and friends. You learn that talk doesn't change things and that unrequited wishes can only serve to keep you trapped in the past. So you stop lamenting over what could or should have been and you make a decision to leave the past behind. Then you begin to invest your time and energy to affect positive change. You take a personal inventory of all your strengths and weaknesses and the areas you need to improve in order to move ahead, you set your goals and map out a plan of action to see things through.
You learn that life isn't always fair and you don't always get what you think you deserve, and you stop personalizing every loss or disappointment. You learn to accept that sometimes bad things happen to good people and that these things are not an act of God... but merely a random act of fate.
And you stop looking for guarantees, because you've learned that the only thing you can really count on is the unexpected and that whatever happens, you'll learn to deal with it. And you learn that the only thing you must truly fear is the great robber baron of all time - FEAR itself. So you learn to step right into and through your fears, because to give into fear is to give away the right to live life on your terms. You learn that much of life truly is a self-fulfilling prophesy and you learn to go after what you want and not to squander your life living under a cloud of indecision or feelings of impending doom.
Then, YOU LEARN ABOUT MONEY... the personal power and independence it brings and the options it creates. And you recognize the necessity to create your own personal wealth. Slowly, you begin to take responsibility for yourself by yourself and you make yourself a promise to never betray yourself and to never ever settle for less than your heart's desire. And a sense of power is born of self-reliance. And you live with honor and integrity because you know that these principles are not the outdated ideals of a by-gone era but the mortar that holds together the foundation upon which you must build your life. And you make it a point to keep smiling, to keep trusting and to stay open to every wonderful opportunity and exciting possibility. Then you hang a wind chime outside your window to remind yourself what beauty there is in Simplicity.
Finally, with courage in your heart and with God by your side you take a stand, you FAKE a deep breath and you begin to design the life you want to live as best as you can.
A word about the Power of Prayer: In some of my darkest, most painful and frightening hours, I have prayed, not for the answers to my prayers or for material things, but for my "God" to help me find the strength, confidence and courage to persevere; to face each day and to do what I must do.
Remember this:- You are an expression of the almighty. The spirit of God resides within you and moves through you. Open your heart, speak to that spirit and it will heal and empower you.
My "God" has never failed me.
There comes a time in your life when you finally get it ... When in the midst of all your fears and insanity you stop dead in your tracks and somewhere the voice inside your head cries out "ENOUGH! Enough fighting and crying or struggling to hold on." And, like a child quieting down after a blind tantrum, your sobs begin to subside, you shudder once or twice, you blink back your tears and through a mantle of wet lashes you begin to look at the world from a new perspective.
..........This is your awakening.
You realize that it is time to stop hoping and waiting for something or someone to change, or for happiness safety and security to come galloping over the next horizon. You come to terms with the fact that there aren't always fairytale endings (or beginnings for that matter) and that any guarantee of "happily ever after" must begin with you. Then a sense of serenity is born of acceptance.
So you begin making your way through the "reality of today" rather than holding out for the "promise of tomorrow." You realize that much of who you are and the way you navigate through life is, in great part, a result of all the social conditioning you've received over the course of a lifetime. And you begin to sift through all the nonsense you were taught about :
- how you should look and how much you should weigh,
- what you should wear and where you should shop,
- where you should live or what type of car you should drive,
- who you should sleep with and how you should behave,
- who you should marry and why you should stay,
- the importance of bearing children or what you owe your family,
Slowly you begin to open up to new worlds and different points of view. And you begin re-assessing and re-defining who you are and what you really believe in. And you begin to discard the doctrines you have outgrown, or should never have practiced to begin with.
You accept the fact that you are not perfect ,and that not everyone will love appreciate or approve of who or what you are... and that's OK... they are entitled to their own views and opinions. And, you come to terms with the fact that you will never be a size 5 or a "perfect 10".... Or a perfect human being for that matter... and you stop trying to compete with the image inside your head or agonizing over how you compare. And, you take a long look at yourself in the mirror and you make a promise to give yourself the same unconditional love and support you give so freely to others. Then a sense of confidence is born of self-approval.
And, you stop maneuvering through life merely as a "consumer" hungry for your next fix, a new dress, another pair of shoes or looks of approval and admiration from family, friends or even strangers who pass by. Then you discover that it is truly in "giving" that we receive, and that the joy and abundance you seek grows out of the giving. And you recognize the importance of "creating" and "contributing" rather than "obtaining" and "accumulating."
And you give thanks for the simple things you've been blessed with, things that millions of people upon the earth can only dream about - a full refrigerator, clean running water, a soft warm bed, the freedom of choice and the opportunity to pursue your own dreams.
And you begin to love and to care for yourself. You stop engaging in self-destructive behaviors, including participating in dysfunctional relationships. You begin eating a balanced diet, drinking more water and exercising. And because you've learned that fatigue drains the spirit and creates doubt and fear, you give yourself permission to rest. And just as food is fuel for the body, laughter is fuel for the spirit and so you make it a point to create time for play.
Then you learn about love and relationships - how to love, how much to give in love, when to stop giving, and when to walk away. And you allow only the hands of a lover who truly loves and respects you to glorify you with his touch. You learn that people don't always say what they mean or mean what they say, intentionally or unintentionally, and that not everyone will always come through... and interestingly enough, it's not always about you. So, you stop lashing out and pointing fingers or looking to place blame for the things that were done to you or weren't done for you. And you learn to keep your Ego in check and to acknowledge and redirect the destructive emotions it spawns - anger, jealousy and resentment.
You learn how to say "I was wrong" and to forgive people for their own human frailties. You learn to build bridges instead of walls and about the healing power of love as it is expressed through a kind word, a warm smile or a friendly gesture. And, at the same time, you eliminate any relationships that are hurtful or fail to uplift and edify you. You stop working so hard at smoothing things over and setting your needs aside. You learn that feelings of entitlement are perfectly OK and that it is your right to want or expect certain things. And you learn the importance of communicating your needs with confidence and grace. You learn that the only cross to bear is the one you choose to carry and that eventually martyrs are burned at the stake. Then you learn to distinguish between guilt, and responsibility and the importance of setting boundaries and learning to Say NO. You learn that you don't know all the answers, it's not your job to save the world and that sometimes you just need to Let Go.
Moreover, you learn to look at people as they really are and not as you would want them to be, and you are careful not to project your neediness or insecurities onto a relationship. You learn that you will not be more beautiful, more intelligent, more lovable or important because of the man on your arm or the child that bears your name. You learn that just as people grow and change, so it is with love and relationships, and that that not everyone can always love you the way you would want them to. So you stop appraising your worth by the measure of love you are given. And suddenly you realize that it's wrong to demand that someone live their life or sacrifice their dreams just to serve your needs, ease your insecurities, or meet "your" standards and expectations. You learn that the only love worth giving and receiving is the love that is given freely without conditions or limitations. And you learn what it means to love. So you stop trying to control people, situations and outcomes. You learn that "alone" does not mean "lonely" and you begin to discover the joy of spending time "with yourself" and "on yourself." Then you discover the greatest and most fulfilling love you will ever know - Self Love. And so it comes to pass that, through understanding, your heart heals; and now all new things are possible.
Moving along, you begin to avoid Toxic people and conversations. And you stop wasting time and energy rehashing your situation with family and friends. You learn that talk doesn't change things and that unrequited wishes can only serve to keep you trapped in the past. So you stop lamenting over what could or should have been and you make a decision to leave the past behind. Then you begin to invest your time and energy to affect positive change. You take a personal inventory of all your strengths and weaknesses and the areas you need to improve in order to move ahead, you set your goals and map out a plan of action to see things through.
You learn that life isn't always fair and you don't always get what you think you deserve, and you stop personalizing every loss or disappointment. You learn to accept that sometimes bad things happen to good people and that these things are not an act of God... but merely a random act of fate.
And you stop looking for guarantees, because you've learned that the only thing you can really count on is the unexpected and that whatever happens, you'll learn to deal with it. And you learn that the only thing you must truly fear is the great robber baron of all time - FEAR itself. So you learn to step right into and through your fears, because to give into fear is to give away the right to live life on your terms. You learn that much of life truly is a self-fulfilling prophesy and you learn to go after what you want and not to squander your life living under a cloud of indecision or feelings of impending doom.
Then, YOU LEARN ABOUT MONEY... the personal power and independence it brings and the options it creates. And you recognize the necessity to create your own personal wealth. Slowly, you begin to take responsibility for yourself by yourself and you make yourself a promise to never betray yourself and to never ever settle for less than your heart's desire. And a sense of power is born of self-reliance. And you live with honor and integrity because you know that these principles are not the outdated ideals of a by-gone era but the mortar that holds together the foundation upon which you must build your life. And you make it a point to keep smiling, to keep trusting and to stay open to every wonderful opportunity and exciting possibility. Then you hang a wind chime outside your window to remind yourself what beauty there is in Simplicity.
Finally, with courage in your heart and with God by your side you take a stand, you FAKE a deep breath and you begin to design the life you want to live as best as you can.
A word about the Power of Prayer: In some of my darkest, most painful and frightening hours, I have prayed, not for the answers to my prayers or for material things, but for my "God" to help me find the strength, confidence and courage to persevere; to face each day and to do what I must do.
Remember this:- You are an expression of the almighty. The spirit of God resides within you and moves through you. Open your heart, speak to that spirit and it will heal and empower you.
My "God" has never failed me.
Steps on Installing a husband...
Dear Readers, I would like to share this particular solution on installing a husband with all of you...
INSTALLING HUSBAND
A woman writes to the IT Technical support Guy
Dear Tech Support,
Last year I upgraded from Boyfriend 5.0 to Husband 1.0 and I noticed a distinct slowdown in the overall system performance, particularly in the flower and jewellery applications, which operated flawlessly under Boyfriend 5.0..
In addition, Husband 1.0 uninstalled many other valuable programs, such as
Romance 9.5 and Personal Attention 6.5, and then installed undesirable programs such as NEWS 5..0, MONEY 3.0 and CRICKET 4.1.
Conversation 8.0 no longer runs, and House cleaning 2.6 simply crashes the system.. Please note that I have tried running Nagging 5..3 to fix these problems, but to no avail.
What can I do?
Signed,
xxxxx
Reply
DEAR Madam,
First, keep in mind, Boyfriend 5.0 is an Entertainment Package, while Husband 1.0 is an operating system. Please enter command: ithoughtyoulovedme. html and try to download Tears 6.2 and do not forget to install the Guilt 3.0 update. If that application works as designed, Husband1..0 should then automatically run the applications Jewellery 2.0 and Flowers 3.5... However, remember, overuse of the above application can cause Husband 1.0 to default to Silence 2.5 or Beer 6.1. Please note that Beer 6.1 is a very bad program that will download the Snoring Loudly Beta.
Whatever you do, DO NOT under any circumstances install Mother-In-Law 1.0 (it runs a virus in the background that will eventually seize control of all your system resources.)
In addition, please do not attempt to reinstall the Boyfriend 5.0 program. These are unsupported applications and will crash Husband 1.0.In summary, Husband 1.0 is a great program, but it does have limited memory and cannot learn new applications quickly.
You might consider buying additional software to improve memory and performance.
We recommend: Cooking 3.0 and Hot Looks 7.7.
Good Luck Madam !
INSTALLING HUSBAND
A woman writes to the IT Technical support Guy
Dear Tech Support,
Last year I upgraded from Boyfriend 5.0 to Husband 1.0 and I noticed a distinct slowdown in the overall system performance, particularly in the flower and jewellery applications, which operated flawlessly under Boyfriend 5.0..
In addition, Husband 1.0 uninstalled many other valuable programs, such as
Romance 9.5 and Personal Attention 6.5, and then installed undesirable programs such as NEWS 5..0, MONEY 3.0 and CRICKET 4.1.
Conversation 8.0 no longer runs, and House cleaning 2.6 simply crashes the system.. Please note that I have tried running Nagging 5..3 to fix these problems, but to no avail.
What can I do?
Signed,
xxxxx
Reply
DEAR Madam,
First, keep in mind, Boyfriend 5.0 is an Entertainment Package, while Husband 1.0 is an operating system. Please enter command: ithoughtyoulovedme. html and try to download Tears 6.2 and do not forget to install the Guilt 3.0 update. If that application works as designed, Husband1..0 should then automatically run the applications Jewellery 2.0 and Flowers 3.5... However, remember, overuse of the above application can cause Husband 1.0 to default to Silence 2.5 or Beer 6.1. Please note that Beer 6.1 is a very bad program that will download the Snoring Loudly Beta.
Whatever you do, DO NOT under any circumstances install Mother-In-Law 1.0 (it runs a virus in the background that will eventually seize control of all your system resources.)
In addition, please do not attempt to reinstall the Boyfriend 5.0 program. These are unsupported applications and will crash Husband 1.0.In summary, Husband 1.0 is a great program, but it does have limited memory and cannot learn new applications quickly.
You might consider buying additional software to improve memory and performance.
We recommend: Cooking 3.0 and Hot Looks 7.7.
Good Luck Madam !
Sunday, March 14, 2010
Dear Mother...
Dear Readers,
This is dedicated to your mother.....
Mother - Which one is Perfect Definition for Her?
Ma, Momma, Mom, Mother, Amma, Ammi.....
The only God you can see, believe me!
She gave you her savings,
to buy your bicycle.YOU rode with pride!
She gave you sweets,
On your first day to School. YOU enjoyed the whole!
She quarreled with her friend,
When you fought with her friend's kid;
to prove you innocent & gave up her friend. YOU cared less for her loss!
She cooked your favorite breakfast,
On your first day to Office. YOU became independent!
She blessed your love marriage,
When you came home married. YOU shared your love with your spouse!
She celebrated with happiness
on your first birthday. YOU ate the cake!
She jumped with joy,
When you first stood up
on your tender feet, YOU grew confident!
She was there every time you cried,
When you were a baby. YOU started growing!
She took you to the doctor,
When you were sick. YOU recovered your health!
She bought YOU new clothes,
Instead of a saree for herself. YOU showed off to your friends!
She's now old and lonely,
still thinking of YOU.
Remember! All that she had, she gave it to YOU.
Show your love before it is too late.
She waited at the door
On your first Salary day,
only to seek God's blessings. YOU already celebrated with your friends!
THINK, for a moment!
How much she sacrificed for YOU.
The agony & pain she went through
all the years.
It was for YOU, only for YOU.
Give her your time, a bit of your love
for that is all she desires.
Tell her that you love her and care her too.
She's with YOU, no matter where you are!!!
Love your mother, no matter what, you may never get another one like her anytime!
This is dedicated to your mother.....
Mother - Which one is Perfect Definition for Her?
Ma, Momma, Mom, Mother, Amma, Ammi.....
The only God you can see, believe me!
She gave you her savings,
to buy your bicycle.YOU rode with pride!
She gave you sweets,
On your first day to School. YOU enjoyed the whole!
She quarreled with her friend,
When you fought with her friend's kid;
to prove you innocent & gave up her friend. YOU cared less for her loss!
She cooked your favorite breakfast,
On your first day to Office. YOU became independent!
She blessed your love marriage,
When you came home married. YOU shared your love with your spouse!
She celebrated with happiness
on your first birthday. YOU ate the cake!
She jumped with joy,
When you first stood up
on your tender feet, YOU grew confident!
She was there every time you cried,
When you were a baby. YOU started growing!
She took you to the doctor,
When you were sick. YOU recovered your health!
She bought YOU new clothes,
Instead of a saree for herself. YOU showed off to your friends!
She's now old and lonely,
still thinking of YOU.
Remember! All that she had, she gave it to YOU.
Show your love before it is too late.
She waited at the door
On your first Salary day,
only to seek God's blessings. YOU already celebrated with your friends!
THINK, for a moment!
How much she sacrificed for YOU.
The agony & pain she went through
all the years.
It was for YOU, only for YOU.
Give her your time, a bit of your love
for that is all she desires.
Tell her that you love her and care her too.
She's with YOU, no matter where you are!!!
Love your mother, no matter what, you may never get another one like her anytime!
Saturday, March 13, 2010
The Narcissistic
THE NARCISSISTIC
Self-centeredness is attempting to get personal recognition for yourself (especially by unacceptable means), i.e. Concern only for oneself, being engrossed in oneself and one's own affairs; in short being selfish.
Self-centeredness is self-esteem and self-love gone too far. It means that the world revolves around us, we are at the center of our world, (some thing akin to the frog in the well, imagining that the well is the whole world and he is the king of it), and we think that we are better than anyone and everyone else and so are more deserving, in other words, selfish.
In my conviction it is the most unappealing personality trait in a potential friend or partner. In my relationships with people very often, I have had to struggle to maintain a sense of compassion and understanding toward others. I have noticed that these self-centered people just don’t bother to take the time to understand another person’s point-of-view or feelings. Yes, I am honest enough to say that I am in touch with such people who are very well-known to me. These people who claim themselves to be the incarnation of Humanity, kindness, sympathy and whatever adjective or adverbs one may choose to say, but at the end of all these comes something in BOLD - the sharpness of a tongue that can butcher anyone to shreds, a tongue that can maime anyone for life and huge amounts of Attitude.
At the very first meeting such people are ever so kind and courteous, that it is hard to believe they play the part of Dr.Jekyll and Mr. Hyde. No one would believe if they were told the traits of these people. It takes time to know them at the personal level to believe what is being said about them. In time they do show their true colors: putting themselves first, only caring about their needs and wants, being unable to see another’s perspective, being uncaring of others. I do agree that there are umpteen number of times when all of us have been behaving like one of those traits mentioned above and after realizing that, have gone out of our way to humbly apologize and be cautious about not repeating that behaviour again. But, the point is what sets the category of these self-centered people apart is that they seem to behave this way all the time. They never feel guilty about it. They are so normal about it all the time.
They can even go to the extent of lying to save their skin and prestige or manipulate the entire situation when they are caught to be on the defense. I feel bad that they are emotionally down in the dumps. They look so good to a novice talking to them. They are so charming that they could charm the birds off the trees, they look so intelligent that they could beat any intellectual egg-head hollow, but when they start talking they can piss you off really bad. They can put themselves in the centre of attention in any given situation. In family relations, these are the people who can be called the "I" specialists. They are those who have their 'I' s too close together. Regardless of what belongs to whom, they want to have each and everything that fancies their eye-sight. What is beyond reach to them ends up with a blasphemy. Their
standard dialogue is: "It's mine and I want it!"
When they have kids on their own, they treat their offspring like toys meant to satisfy their pride. Their children are healthy and beautiful, otherwise it would be a shame. They are smart, too, because they are like their parents. Kids are also used as pompous toys. They are programmed to stay "quiet" as long as parents are busy. They are given precise tasks (playing, doing homework), because the adults do not have time for that. They are much more busy doing the social rounds, (Kitty -Party, card-session, Beer Party, cutting Ribbons with a blunt Knife at the Inauguration Ceremony, etc, etc). In moments of frustration, parents need the affection of their neglected children. They need to be taken into account for all that has happened during the day. If you tell them you are feeling sick, they will end up narrating something more gross to you, that may or may not have happened to him/her at anytime during their life span.
When people refuse to look into the eyes of the other it ends up in total isolation amongst people: they are left alone. Nobody wants a wet Blanket! I would like you readers to just sit down and reflect on a Quote that Mother Teresa would often quote:
"People are often unreasonable, illogical and self-centered; Forgive them anyway.
If you are kind, people may accuse you of selfish, ulterior motives; Be kind anyway.
If you are successful, you will win some false friends and some true enemies; Succeed anyway.
If you are honest and frank, people may cheat you; Be honest and frank anyway.
What you spend years building, someone could destroy overnight; Build anyway.
If you find serenity and happiness, they may be jealous; Be happy anyway.
The good you do today, people will often forget tomorrow; Do good anyway.
Give the world the best you have, and it may never be enough; Give the world the best you've got anyway."
I do agree with the sayings of the great American Civil Rights Leader, Martin Luther King, Jr. " Everybody can be great...because anybody can serve. You don't have to have a college degree to serve. You don't have to make your subject and verb agree to serve. You only need a heart full of grace. A soul generated by love."
Self-centeredness is attempting to get personal recognition for yourself (especially by unacceptable means), i.e. Concern only for oneself, being engrossed in oneself and one's own affairs; in short being selfish.
Self-centeredness is self-esteem and self-love gone too far. It means that the world revolves around us, we are at the center of our world, (some thing akin to the frog in the well, imagining that the well is the whole world and he is the king of it), and we think that we are better than anyone and everyone else and so are more deserving, in other words, selfish.
In my conviction it is the most unappealing personality trait in a potential friend or partner. In my relationships with people very often, I have had to struggle to maintain a sense of compassion and understanding toward others. I have noticed that these self-centered people just don’t bother to take the time to understand another person’s point-of-view or feelings. Yes, I am honest enough to say that I am in touch with such people who are very well-known to me. These people who claim themselves to be the incarnation of Humanity, kindness, sympathy and whatever adjective or adverbs one may choose to say, but at the end of all these comes something in BOLD - the sharpness of a tongue that can butcher anyone to shreds, a tongue that can maime anyone for life and huge amounts of Attitude.
At the very first meeting such people are ever so kind and courteous, that it is hard to believe they play the part of Dr.Jekyll and Mr. Hyde. No one would believe if they were told the traits of these people. It takes time to know them at the personal level to believe what is being said about them. In time they do show their true colors: putting themselves first, only caring about their needs and wants, being unable to see another’s perspective, being uncaring of others. I do agree that there are umpteen number of times when all of us have been behaving like one of those traits mentioned above and after realizing that, have gone out of our way to humbly apologize and be cautious about not repeating that behaviour again. But, the point is what sets the category of these self-centered people apart is that they seem to behave this way all the time. They never feel guilty about it. They are so normal about it all the time.
They can even go to the extent of lying to save their skin and prestige or manipulate the entire situation when they are caught to be on the defense. I feel bad that they are emotionally down in the dumps. They look so good to a novice talking to them. They are so charming that they could charm the birds off the trees, they look so intelligent that they could beat any intellectual egg-head hollow, but when they start talking they can piss you off really bad. They can put themselves in the centre of attention in any given situation. In family relations, these are the people who can be called the "I" specialists. They are those who have their 'I' s too close together. Regardless of what belongs to whom, they want to have each and everything that fancies their eye-sight. What is beyond reach to them ends up with a blasphemy. Their
standard dialogue is: "It's mine and I want it!"
When they have kids on their own, they treat their offspring like toys meant to satisfy their pride. Their children are healthy and beautiful, otherwise it would be a shame. They are smart, too, because they are like their parents. Kids are also used as pompous toys. They are programmed to stay "quiet" as long as parents are busy. They are given precise tasks (playing, doing homework), because the adults do not have time for that. They are much more busy doing the social rounds, (Kitty -Party, card-session, Beer Party, cutting Ribbons with a blunt Knife at the Inauguration Ceremony, etc, etc). In moments of frustration, parents need the affection of their neglected children. They need to be taken into account for all that has happened during the day. If you tell them you are feeling sick, they will end up narrating something more gross to you, that may or may not have happened to him/her at anytime during their life span.
When people refuse to look into the eyes of the other it ends up in total isolation amongst people: they are left alone. Nobody wants a wet Blanket! I would like you readers to just sit down and reflect on a Quote that Mother Teresa would often quote:
"People are often unreasonable, illogical and self-centered; Forgive them anyway.
If you are kind, people may accuse you of selfish, ulterior motives; Be kind anyway.
If you are successful, you will win some false friends and some true enemies; Succeed anyway.
If you are honest and frank, people may cheat you; Be honest and frank anyway.
What you spend years building, someone could destroy overnight; Build anyway.
If you find serenity and happiness, they may be jealous; Be happy anyway.
The good you do today, people will often forget tomorrow; Do good anyway.
Give the world the best you have, and it may never be enough; Give the world the best you've got anyway."
I do agree with the sayings of the great American Civil Rights Leader, Martin Luther King, Jr. " Everybody can be great...because anybody can serve. You don't have to have a college degree to serve. You don't have to make your subject and verb agree to serve. You only need a heart full of grace. A soul generated by love."
Thursday, March 11, 2010
Unconditional Acceptance
Dear Readers, here is a short story that I wish to share with each one of you. Please read on:
Unconditional Acceptance - Author : A mother of three
I am a mother of three (ages 14, 12, 3) and have recently completed my college degree. The last class I had to take was Sociology. The teacher was absolutely inspiring with the qualities that I wish every human being had been graced with. Her last project of the term was called "Smile." The class was asked to go out and smile at three people and document their reactions. I am a very friendly person and always smile at everyone and say hello anyway, so, I thought, this would be a piece of cake, literally.
Soon after we were assigned the project, my husband, youngest son, and I went out to McDonald's one crisp March morning. It was just our way of sharing special play time with our son. We were standing in line, waiting to be served, when all of a sudden everyone around us began to back away, and then even my husband did. I did not move an inch . . . an overwhelming feeling of panic welled up inside of me as I turned to see why they had moved. As I turned around I smelled a horrible "dirty body" smell, and there standing behind me were two poor homeless men. As I looked down at the short gentleman, close to me, he was "smiling". His beautiful sky blue eyes were full of God's Light as he searched for acceptance. He said, "Good day" as he counted the few coins he had been clutching. The second man fumbled with his hands as he stood behind his friend. I realized the second man was mentally deficient and the blue eyed gentleman was his salvation. I held my tears as I stood there with them. The young lady at the counter asked him what they wanted. He said, "Coffee is all Miss" because that was all they could afford. ( If they wanted to sit in the restaurant and warm up, they had to buy something. He just wanted to be warm. ) Then I really felt it - the compulsion was so great I almost reached out and embraced the little man with the blue eyes. That is when I noticed all eyes in the restaurant were set on me, judging my every action. I smiled and asked the young lady behind the counter to give me two more breakfast meals on a separate tray. I then walked around the corner to the table that the men had chosen as a resting spot. I put the tray on the table and laid my hand on the blue eyed gentleman's cold hand. He looked up at me, with tears in his eyes, and said, "Thank you." I leaned over, began to pat his hand and said, "I did not do this for you. God is here working through me to give you hope." I started to cry as I walked away to join my husband and son. When I sat down my husband smiled at me and said, "That is why God gave you to me, Honey. To give me hope." We held hands for a moment and at that time we knew that only because of the Grace that we had been given were we able to give. We are not church goers, but we are believers. That day showed me the pure Light of God's sweet love.
I returned to college, on the last evening of class, with this story in hand. I turned in "my project" and the instructor read it. Then she looked up at me and said, "Can I share this?" I slowly nodded as she got the attention of the class. She began to read and that is when I knew that we, as human beings and being part of God, share this need to heal people and be healed. In my own way I had touched the people at McDonald's, my husband, son, instructor, and every soul that shared the classroom on the last night I spent as a college student. I graduated with one of the biggest lessons I would ever learn : UNCONDITIONAL ACCEPTANCE. Much love and compassion is sent to each and every person who may read this and learn how to LOVE PEOPLE AND USE THINGS, NOT LOVE THINGS AND USE PEOPLE. If you think this story has touched you in any way, please send this to everyone you know. Here is an Angel sent to watch over you. In order for her to work, you must pass this on to the people you want watched
over.
I hope all of you were touched somewhere in some soft corner of your hearts. God Bless You!
_______________________________________________________________________________
Unconditional Acceptance - Author : A mother of three
I am a mother of three (ages 14, 12, 3) and have recently completed my college degree. The last class I had to take was Sociology. The teacher was absolutely inspiring with the qualities that I wish every human being had been graced with. Her last project of the term was called "Smile." The class was asked to go out and smile at three people and document their reactions. I am a very friendly person and always smile at everyone and say hello anyway, so, I thought, this would be a piece of cake, literally.
Soon after we were assigned the project, my husband, youngest son, and I went out to McDonald's one crisp March morning. It was just our way of sharing special play time with our son. We were standing in line, waiting to be served, when all of a sudden everyone around us began to back away, and then even my husband did. I did not move an inch . . . an overwhelming feeling of panic welled up inside of me as I turned to see why they had moved. As I turned around I smelled a horrible "dirty body" smell, and there standing behind me were two poor homeless men. As I looked down at the short gentleman, close to me, he was "smiling". His beautiful sky blue eyes were full of God's Light as he searched for acceptance. He said, "Good day" as he counted the few coins he had been clutching. The second man fumbled with his hands as he stood behind his friend. I realized the second man was mentally deficient and the blue eyed gentleman was his salvation. I held my tears as I stood there with them. The young lady at the counter asked him what they wanted. He said, "Coffee is all Miss" because that was all they could afford. ( If they wanted to sit in the restaurant and warm up, they had to buy something. He just wanted to be warm. ) Then I really felt it - the compulsion was so great I almost reached out and embraced the little man with the blue eyes. That is when I noticed all eyes in the restaurant were set on me, judging my every action. I smiled and asked the young lady behind the counter to give me two more breakfast meals on a separate tray. I then walked around the corner to the table that the men had chosen as a resting spot. I put the tray on the table and laid my hand on the blue eyed gentleman's cold hand. He looked up at me, with tears in his eyes, and said, "Thank you." I leaned over, began to pat his hand and said, "I did not do this for you. God is here working through me to give you hope." I started to cry as I walked away to join my husband and son. When I sat down my husband smiled at me and said, "That is why God gave you to me, Honey. To give me hope." We held hands for a moment and at that time we knew that only because of the Grace that we had been given were we able to give. We are not church goers, but we are believers. That day showed me the pure Light of God's sweet love.
I returned to college, on the last evening of class, with this story in hand. I turned in "my project" and the instructor read it. Then she looked up at me and said, "Can I share this?" I slowly nodded as she got the attention of the class. She began to read and that is when I knew that we, as human beings and being part of God, share this need to heal people and be healed. In my own way I had touched the people at McDonald's, my husband, son, instructor, and every soul that shared the classroom on the last night I spent as a college student. I graduated with one of the biggest lessons I would ever learn : UNCONDITIONAL ACCEPTANCE. Much love and compassion is sent to each and every person who may read this and learn how to LOVE PEOPLE AND USE THINGS, NOT LOVE THINGS AND USE PEOPLE. If you think this story has touched you in any way, please send this to everyone you know. Here is an Angel sent to watch over you. In order for her to work, you must pass this on to the people you want watched
over.
I hope all of you were touched somewhere in some soft corner of your hearts. God Bless You!
_______________________________________________________________________________
Wednesday, March 10, 2010
When Laws are laid down ONLY to be broken...
THE IMPORTANCE OF DISCIPLINE IN YOUR LIFE:
I was travelling in a bus the other day, when I noticed the passenger sitting in the seat before me spitting out of the window every five minutes. The problem was all that was released from his mouth, was being slapped onto the people sitting behind him at the window seat. Here in the city where I live, people have got enormous Patience for all the wrong things anyone can ever ask for. I tapped this man and forbade him from doing what he was doing.
The next moment he was ready with blows, asking me if the bus belonged to my father. All of a sudden I lost my cool and retorted, "It does not matter to whom this bus belongs to, but you are definitely losing all touch with the basic civic sense, and putting everyone to great inconvenience. And if you would like to meet my father, you are most welcome to take a One-way ticket to the heavens and meet him there. He is a Military man and may be he could give you some good Army- training and kick you back to this earth."
It is no use blaming others and it is the responsibility of the parents, elders and teachers to restrain themselves and inculcate correct values in the children. The person I spoke about in the above para, was well-dressed like any person in the Corporate office, and I am ashamed to say that such people have no sense of Corporate etiquette even in Public. My raised voice brought the bus to a halt, and the person was off-loaded, simply because the driver and the conductor was scared about my look, which spelt doomsday for all. Do or die, that was my message. But then, I cannot go about changing every Tom, Dick and Harry's mind-set. Right?
.
Discipline is vital to every living being.Without discipline, mankind will just crash. Discipline means the maintenance of certain regulations that contribute to the glory of the very existence. It is the ability of a person to endure and it is ultimately this person who endures, that experiences victory in the long run. A society or a government is formed only through discipline. It is the fundamental crest of social life. An indisciplined individual usually ends up with a mental block and finally ends up despising himself. A man's discipline is based on his pride in every action, on all the meticulous tasks that he does, and the mutual respect and confidence that he has maintained with the people and the society he moves around.
Life has become intolerable today as people do not follow rules and are totally indisciplined. Indiscipline can be said to be the breakdown of moral and ethical values. Instead of being law abiding and honest, people are becoming greedy, violent, and corrupt and are ready to go to any lengths to achieve their personal goals and ambitions. They are no longer ready to wait to get what is due to them but will steal, snatch or kill. People also know how to by pass the law to avoid punishment.
Take for example, the ordinary queue for the local bus. People never stand waiting in a line. There is a mad rush once the bus arrives. The result is a total chaos. It cannot be taught but it has to be practiced right from the early childhood with a lot of patience and consistency. Today, the mind set has come to such a stage that all rules have been made only to be disobeyed and everyone thinks what they do is right.
As Dwight said," Every child should be taught to pay all his debts, and to fulfil all his contracts, exactly in manner, completely in value, punctually at the time. Everything he has borrowed, he should be obliged to return uninjured at that time specified, and everything belonging to others which he has lost, he should be required to replace."
Strict punctuality is, perhaps, the cheapest virtue that can give force to an otherwise utterly insignificant character. How often has one come across people who fix an appointment and then ask you to wait or rather the other way around? Why do we forget that when we make an appointment with another person we have to assume the responsibility of punctuality, and that we have absolutely no right whatsoever to waste other's time.
Ignorance and absence of discipline is the cause of man's troubles. Discipline is learnt in the school of catastrophe. It helps in the determination to do or die. Discipline teaches one the art of diplomacy where you can do and say the nastiest thing in the nicest way, and yet get your job done. As Maria Montessori quotes: "Discipline must come through liberty... We do not consider an individual disciplined only when he has been rendered as artificially silent as a mute and as immovable as a paralytic. He is an individual annihilated, not disciplined." Every person in this world has a lot of dreams. But, we should remember that to make this dream a reality, what is needed is a lot of determination, dedication, effort and the ability to be self-disciplined.
Careful analysis of all the men who are known to be successful have disclosed the fact that they had all failed many a times before arriving at success. The only man who makes no mistakes is the man who never really does anything. So, one should not be afraid of committing mistakes provided that they do not repeat the same mistake again. When you reach that degree of wisdom, which prompts you to see less of the weaknesses of others and more of your own, then you will be walking in the company of the really great.
The great Edison failed ten thousand times before he made the incandescent electric light work; do not be discouraged and quit but keep trying till you succeed. As Confucius rightly said: " Our greatest glory is not in never falling but in rising every time we fall.
I was travelling in a bus the other day, when I noticed the passenger sitting in the seat before me spitting out of the window every five minutes. The problem was all that was released from his mouth, was being slapped onto the people sitting behind him at the window seat. Here in the city where I live, people have got enormous Patience for all the wrong things anyone can ever ask for. I tapped this man and forbade him from doing what he was doing.
The next moment he was ready with blows, asking me if the bus belonged to my father. All of a sudden I lost my cool and retorted, "It does not matter to whom this bus belongs to, but you are definitely losing all touch with the basic civic sense, and putting everyone to great inconvenience. And if you would like to meet my father, you are most welcome to take a One-way ticket to the heavens and meet him there. He is a Military man and may be he could give you some good Army- training and kick you back to this earth."
It is no use blaming others and it is the responsibility of the parents, elders and teachers to restrain themselves and inculcate correct values in the children. The person I spoke about in the above para, was well-dressed like any person in the Corporate office, and I am ashamed to say that such people have no sense of Corporate etiquette even in Public. My raised voice brought the bus to a halt, and the person was off-loaded, simply because the driver and the conductor was scared about my look, which spelt doomsday for all. Do or die, that was my message. But then, I cannot go about changing every Tom, Dick and Harry's mind-set. Right?
.
Discipline is vital to every living being.Without discipline, mankind will just crash. Discipline means the maintenance of certain regulations that contribute to the glory of the very existence. It is the ability of a person to endure and it is ultimately this person who endures, that experiences victory in the long run. A society or a government is formed only through discipline. It is the fundamental crest of social life. An indisciplined individual usually ends up with a mental block and finally ends up despising himself. A man's discipline is based on his pride in every action, on all the meticulous tasks that he does, and the mutual respect and confidence that he has maintained with the people and the society he moves around.
Life has become intolerable today as people do not follow rules and are totally indisciplined. Indiscipline can be said to be the breakdown of moral and ethical values. Instead of being law abiding and honest, people are becoming greedy, violent, and corrupt and are ready to go to any lengths to achieve their personal goals and ambitions. They are no longer ready to wait to get what is due to them but will steal, snatch or kill. People also know how to by pass the law to avoid punishment.
Take for example, the ordinary queue for the local bus. People never stand waiting in a line. There is a mad rush once the bus arrives. The result is a total chaos. It cannot be taught but it has to be practiced right from the early childhood with a lot of patience and consistency. Today, the mind set has come to such a stage that all rules have been made only to be disobeyed and everyone thinks what they do is right.
As Dwight said," Every child should be taught to pay all his debts, and to fulfil all his contracts, exactly in manner, completely in value, punctually at the time. Everything he has borrowed, he should be obliged to return uninjured at that time specified, and everything belonging to others which he has lost, he should be required to replace."
Strict punctuality is, perhaps, the cheapest virtue that can give force to an otherwise utterly insignificant character. How often has one come across people who fix an appointment and then ask you to wait or rather the other way around? Why do we forget that when we make an appointment with another person we have to assume the responsibility of punctuality, and that we have absolutely no right whatsoever to waste other's time.
Ignorance and absence of discipline is the cause of man's troubles. Discipline is learnt in the school of catastrophe. It helps in the determination to do or die. Discipline teaches one the art of diplomacy where you can do and say the nastiest thing in the nicest way, and yet get your job done. As Maria Montessori quotes: "Discipline must come through liberty... We do not consider an individual disciplined only when he has been rendered as artificially silent as a mute and as immovable as a paralytic. He is an individual annihilated, not disciplined." Every person in this world has a lot of dreams. But, we should remember that to make this dream a reality, what is needed is a lot of determination, dedication, effort and the ability to be self-disciplined.
Careful analysis of all the men who are known to be successful have disclosed the fact that they had all failed many a times before arriving at success. The only man who makes no mistakes is the man who never really does anything. So, one should not be afraid of committing mistakes provided that they do not repeat the same mistake again. When you reach that degree of wisdom, which prompts you to see less of the weaknesses of others and more of your own, then you will be walking in the company of the really great.
The great Edison failed ten thousand times before he made the incandescent electric light work; do not be discouraged and quit but keep trying till you succeed. As Confucius rightly said: " Our greatest glory is not in never falling but in rising every time we fall.
Tuesday, March 9, 2010
Grace - Author: Unknown
Dear Readers here is a great illustration of what Grace Means, which I would like to share with all of You.
The boy stood defiantly. "Go ahead, give it to me."
The principal looked at the young rebel and asked, "How many times have you been here?"
The child sneered rebelliously, "Apparently not enough."
"And you have been punished each time?" the principal responded.
"Yeah, I been punished, if that's what you want to call it. Go ahead I can take whatever you dish out. I always have."
"And no thought of your punishment enters your head the next time you decide to break the rules does it?"
"Nope, I do whatever I want to do. Ain't nothin’ you people gonna do to stop me either."
The principal looked at the teacher who stood nearby. "What did he do this time?"
"Fighting. He shoved Tommy's face into the sandbox."
The principal looked at the boy, "What did Tommy do to you?"
"Nothin’, I didn't like the way he was lookin' at me."
The teacher stiffened but a quick look from the principal stopped him as he quietly said, "Today, is the day you learn about grace."
"Grace? Isn't that what you old people do before you sit down to eat? I don't need none of your stinking' grace."
"Oh but you do." The principal studied the young man's face and whispered.
"Oh yes, you truly do..." The boy continued to glare as the principal continued, "Grace, in its short definition is unmerited favor. You can not earn it, it is a gift and is always freely given. It means that you will not be getting what you so richly deserve."
The boy looked puzzled. "You're not gonna whip me? You just gonna let me walk? The boy studied the face of the principal, "No punishment at all? Even though I socked Tommy and shoved his face into the sandbox?"
"Oh, there has to be punishment. What you did was wrong and there are always consequences to our actions. There will be punishment. Grace is not an excuse for doing wrong."
"I knew it," Sneered the boy as he held out his hands. "Let's get on with it."
The principal nodded toward the teacher. "Bring me the belt."
The teacher presented the belt to the principal. He carefully folded it in two and then handed it back to the teacher. He looked at the child and said. "I want you to count the blows."
The principal walked over to stand directly in front of the young man.
He gently reached out and folded the child's outstretched, expectant hands together and then turned to face the teacher with his own hands outstretched.
One quiet word came forth from his mouth. "Begin." The belt whipped down on the outstretched hands of the principal.
Crack! The young man jumped ten feet in the air. Shock registered across his face, "One" he whispered. Crack! "Two." His voice raised an octave.
Crack! "Three..." He couldn't believe this. Crack! "Four." Big tears welled up in the eyes of the rebel. "OK stop! That's enough. Stop!"
Crack!
Came the belt down on the hands of the principal. Crack! The child flinched with each blow, tears beginning to stream down his face.
Crack! Crack!
"No please", the former rebel begged, "Stop, I did it, I'm the one who deserves it. Stop! Please. Stop..."
Still the blows came, Crack! Crack! One after another. Finally it was over.
The principal stood with sweat glistening across his forehead and beads trickling down his face. Slowly he knelt down. He studied the young man for a second and then his swollen hands reached out to cradle the face of the weeping child.
"Grace..."
Grace came to you through the sacrifice of Jesus of Nazareth who at Calvary received the punishment that you and I deserve for our sin.
His back was whipped for the idols that we have bent our backs to.
Nails were driven through His sinless hands for the things that we have done with our hands.
Nails were driven through His feet for the paths that we have chosen to walk.
He wore a crown of thorns for the things we have given our minds to.
A lance was driven into his heart for the things we have held in our hearts.
Truly we have received God's grace.
G God's
R Righteousness
A At
C Christ's
E Expense!
The boy stood defiantly. "Go ahead, give it to me."
The principal looked at the young rebel and asked, "How many times have you been here?"
The child sneered rebelliously, "Apparently not enough."
"And you have been punished each time?" the principal responded.
"Yeah, I been punished, if that's what you want to call it. Go ahead I can take whatever you dish out. I always have."
"And no thought of your punishment enters your head the next time you decide to break the rules does it?"
"Nope, I do whatever I want to do. Ain't nothin’ you people gonna do to stop me either."
The principal looked at the teacher who stood nearby. "What did he do this time?"
"Fighting. He shoved Tommy's face into the sandbox."
The principal looked at the boy, "What did Tommy do to you?"
"Nothin’, I didn't like the way he was lookin' at me."
The teacher stiffened but a quick look from the principal stopped him as he quietly said, "Today, is the day you learn about grace."
"Grace? Isn't that what you old people do before you sit down to eat? I don't need none of your stinking' grace."
"Oh but you do." The principal studied the young man's face and whispered.
"Oh yes, you truly do..." The boy continued to glare as the principal continued, "Grace, in its short definition is unmerited favor. You can not earn it, it is a gift and is always freely given. It means that you will not be getting what you so richly deserve."
The boy looked puzzled. "You're not gonna whip me? You just gonna let me walk? The boy studied the face of the principal, "No punishment at all? Even though I socked Tommy and shoved his face into the sandbox?"
"Oh, there has to be punishment. What you did was wrong and there are always consequences to our actions. There will be punishment. Grace is not an excuse for doing wrong."
"I knew it," Sneered the boy as he held out his hands. "Let's get on with it."
The principal nodded toward the teacher. "Bring me the belt."
The teacher presented the belt to the principal. He carefully folded it in two and then handed it back to the teacher. He looked at the child and said. "I want you to count the blows."
The principal walked over to stand directly in front of the young man.
He gently reached out and folded the child's outstretched, expectant hands together and then turned to face the teacher with his own hands outstretched.
One quiet word came forth from his mouth. "Begin." The belt whipped down on the outstretched hands of the principal.
Crack! The young man jumped ten feet in the air. Shock registered across his face, "One" he whispered. Crack! "Two." His voice raised an octave.
Crack! "Three..." He couldn't believe this. Crack! "Four." Big tears welled up in the eyes of the rebel. "OK stop! That's enough. Stop!"
Crack!
Came the belt down on the hands of the principal. Crack! The child flinched with each blow, tears beginning to stream down his face.
Crack! Crack!
"No please", the former rebel begged, "Stop, I did it, I'm the one who deserves it. Stop! Please. Stop..."
Still the blows came, Crack! Crack! One after another. Finally it was over.
The principal stood with sweat glistening across his forehead and beads trickling down his face. Slowly he knelt down. He studied the young man for a second and then his swollen hands reached out to cradle the face of the weeping child.
"Grace..."
Grace came to you through the sacrifice of Jesus of Nazareth who at Calvary received the punishment that you and I deserve for our sin.
His back was whipped for the idols that we have bent our backs to.
Nails were driven through His sinless hands for the things that we have done with our hands.
Nails were driven through His feet for the paths that we have chosen to walk.
He wore a crown of thorns for the things we have given our minds to.
A lance was driven into his heart for the things we have held in our hearts.
Truly we have received God's grace.
G God's
R Righteousness
A At
C Christ's
E Expense!
Sunday, March 7, 2010
Justice delayed is Justice denied BUT Justice witheld is Even Worse than that...
India has a melancholic underfunded court system, with its shortfall of judges and a plethora of corrupt and cynical lawyers. It is also encumbered with a prodigious backlog of 29.2 million cases pending across the Supreme Courts, the High Courts and the Lower courts. This huge backlog of unresolved cases, is due to the lack of a good proportion of judges. According to legal experts, the reasons for the current mess of the Indian judicial system is manifold.
First and foremost, poor pay for judges causes a huge problem. In terms of equality of pay, India's legal professionals are the worst off. Unsurprisingly, such poor pay scales have kindled corruption, widespread bribery and political interference which has denied so many people their right to a fair trial. Amplifying on reasons for the ever rising corruption in the Indian judiciary, the report says delays due to a shortage of judges and complex legal procedures which propells Indians towards undesirable measures to get justice.
"The loss of confidence in the judiciary is mainly due to the long incubation period of litigation, with millions of cases pending disposal ... This backlog leads to long adjournments and prompts people to pay to speed up the process ... The degree of delays and corruption has led to scepticism about the judicial system. People seek shortcuts through bribery and favors, leading to further unlawful behavior." Clearing backlog of cases is the biggest challenge for the judiciary, and India has the largest number of pending cases in the world, as said by the Prime Minister, Manmohan Singh . According to Andhra Pradesh High Court judge Justice V V Rao, the Indian judiciary would take 320 years to clear the backlog of 31.28 million cases pending in various courts including High courts in the country ( The Times of India, Bangalore, dated 7th March 2010). Now the point is can the litigants have that long a life-span?
Whatever India has achieved so far will not last long until we correct our present corruptive judicial system and clear the backlog of pending cases. The Common man is fast losing faith in our present legal system. It is a fact that in a number of cases, when both the Plaintiff and Defendant are dead and gone, the cases are kept in fine fettle eating into the taxpayers' money and deprecates the progress of our Nation. Most of the time both Plaintiff and the Complainant blame themselves for going to the court without suspecting the delays, costs and above all loss of peace of mind.
The justice system is corrupted, as it often gives people unfair or delayed trials and makes decisions, which are not in the national interest. Criminals are often let off lightly, or not imprisoned, while many innocent people are often detained for years. The rich take advantage of the high costs, duplication and retrials. There are conflicts of interests between judges and those controlling the system. People are wrongly convicted. Fear of vilification implants a fear in the media and the unfortunate witnesses who stay away from the courts .
Justice must be so Mandatory that it must create a "trepidation" in the minds of people to believe that all kind of crimes are punishable without fail. This panic will certainly make others not to commit any such crimes in future. The Laws should be very Punctilious, but not Pliable and should be applicable to one and all, without any bias as to the status, Caste and Creed. Why is it that the common citizen of our country thinks twice or rather umpteen number of times to commit the same crime on a foreign soil? Because he is dead sure that he will get caught and face a heavy penalty. Here, things have been taken for granted, because the delivery of justice is itself too slow and moreover, everyone knows if you pay a fat amount you are exculpated. Our laws should stop being so magnanimous about offering a bail to just any body.
As quoted by Abhraham Lincoln: "He reminds me of the man who murdered both his parents, and then, when sentence was about to be pronounced, pleaded for mercy on the grounds that he was an orphan."
Till today, it is common knowledge that any one who is prosecuted does not feel any reproach. The victims of the crimes must feel satisfied with the terseness of the punishment as otherwise they themselves might try to take law into their own hands, and this could lead to "Recidivism."
Planning should be done to reduce the population of prisoners by systematic methods so that the costs of maintaining them can be controlled and reduced. Maintaining complete facts of crimes, prevention methods need to be looked into with an enterprising policy which will certainly give a good feed back on the needs of modifications on the current system of laws and punishment methods.As per the reports of some experts, Accountability also plays a great role. It is a pity that India has failed in its constitutional guarantee of ensuring speedy, accessible and accountable justice to its citizens. The reasons are not far to seek. The rule of law has become the casualty because the role of the Bar has been minimized. Judges alone cannot deliver justice but accountabilities must be accurately specified for judges, lawyers, paralegal staff as well as for both Plaintiff and Defendant. Files can be disposed off but justice cannot be delivered in the absence of the lawyers. The steps taken so far to expedite justice have proven worse than the crime itself.
Since "Justice delayed is justice denied", it is the duty of our Government to give confidence in the legal system. "Justice has nothing to do with what goes on in a courtroom; justice is what comes out of a courtroom," as told by Clarence Darrow. It is rightly said in one of the Chinese proverbs:"Where there are too many policemen, there is no liberty. Where there are too many soldiers, there is no peace. Where there are too many lawyers, there is no justice."
In my perspective, Justice is exactly like a train which is nearly always late. The trouble with the laws these days is that criminals know their rights better than their wrongs. We surely do not give our criminals much punishment, but we sure give them plenty of publicity. it is true that the vices of the rich and the great are so often mistaken for a simple error; and those of the poor and lowly for crimes. Laws are like spider webs through which the big flies pass and the little ones get caught.
Readers, don't you agree?
First and foremost, poor pay for judges causes a huge problem. In terms of equality of pay, India's legal professionals are the worst off. Unsurprisingly, such poor pay scales have kindled corruption, widespread bribery and political interference which has denied so many people their right to a fair trial. Amplifying on reasons for the ever rising corruption in the Indian judiciary, the report says delays due to a shortage of judges and complex legal procedures which propells Indians towards undesirable measures to get justice.
"The loss of confidence in the judiciary is mainly due to the long incubation period of litigation, with millions of cases pending disposal ... This backlog leads to long adjournments and prompts people to pay to speed up the process ... The degree of delays and corruption has led to scepticism about the judicial system. People seek shortcuts through bribery and favors, leading to further unlawful behavior." Clearing backlog of cases is the biggest challenge for the judiciary, and India has the largest number of pending cases in the world, as said by the Prime Minister, Manmohan Singh . According to Andhra Pradesh High Court judge Justice V V Rao, the Indian judiciary would take 320 years to clear the backlog of 31.28 million cases pending in various courts including High courts in the country ( The Times of India, Bangalore, dated 7th March 2010). Now the point is can the litigants have that long a life-span?
Whatever India has achieved so far will not last long until we correct our present corruptive judicial system and clear the backlog of pending cases. The Common man is fast losing faith in our present legal system. It is a fact that in a number of cases, when both the Plaintiff and Defendant are dead and gone, the cases are kept in fine fettle eating into the taxpayers' money and deprecates the progress of our Nation. Most of the time both Plaintiff and the Complainant blame themselves for going to the court without suspecting the delays, costs and above all loss of peace of mind.
The justice system is corrupted, as it often gives people unfair or delayed trials and makes decisions, which are not in the national interest. Criminals are often let off lightly, or not imprisoned, while many innocent people are often detained for years. The rich take advantage of the high costs, duplication and retrials. There are conflicts of interests between judges and those controlling the system. People are wrongly convicted. Fear of vilification implants a fear in the media and the unfortunate witnesses who stay away from the courts .
Justice must be so Mandatory that it must create a "trepidation" in the minds of people to believe that all kind of crimes are punishable without fail. This panic will certainly make others not to commit any such crimes in future. The Laws should be very Punctilious, but not Pliable and should be applicable to one and all, without any bias as to the status, Caste and Creed. Why is it that the common citizen of our country thinks twice or rather umpteen number of times to commit the same crime on a foreign soil? Because he is dead sure that he will get caught and face a heavy penalty. Here, things have been taken for granted, because the delivery of justice is itself too slow and moreover, everyone knows if you pay a fat amount you are exculpated. Our laws should stop being so magnanimous about offering a bail to just any body.
As quoted by Abhraham Lincoln: "He reminds me of the man who murdered both his parents, and then, when sentence was about to be pronounced, pleaded for mercy on the grounds that he was an orphan."
Till today, it is common knowledge that any one who is prosecuted does not feel any reproach. The victims of the crimes must feel satisfied with the terseness of the punishment as otherwise they themselves might try to take law into their own hands, and this could lead to "Recidivism."
Planning should be done to reduce the population of prisoners by systematic methods so that the costs of maintaining them can be controlled and reduced. Maintaining complete facts of crimes, prevention methods need to be looked into with an enterprising policy which will certainly give a good feed back on the needs of modifications on the current system of laws and punishment methods.As per the reports of some experts, Accountability also plays a great role. It is a pity that India has failed in its constitutional guarantee of ensuring speedy, accessible and accountable justice to its citizens. The reasons are not far to seek. The rule of law has become the casualty because the role of the Bar has been minimized. Judges alone cannot deliver justice but accountabilities must be accurately specified for judges, lawyers, paralegal staff as well as for both Plaintiff and Defendant. Files can be disposed off but justice cannot be delivered in the absence of the lawyers. The steps taken so far to expedite justice have proven worse than the crime itself.
Since "Justice delayed is justice denied", it is the duty of our Government to give confidence in the legal system. "Justice has nothing to do with what goes on in a courtroom; justice is what comes out of a courtroom," as told by Clarence Darrow. It is rightly said in one of the Chinese proverbs:"Where there are too many policemen, there is no liberty. Where there are too many soldiers, there is no peace. Where there are too many lawyers, there is no justice."
In my perspective, Justice is exactly like a train which is nearly always late. The trouble with the laws these days is that criminals know their rights better than their wrongs. We surely do not give our criminals much punishment, but we sure give them plenty of publicity. it is true that the vices of the rich and the great are so often mistaken for a simple error; and those of the poor and lowly for crimes. Laws are like spider webs through which the big flies pass and the little ones get caught.
Readers, don't you agree?
Friday, March 5, 2010
Why do People Commit Larceny?
Last week, my elder child had just left home for work and in a span of about half an hour, I get a call from her, totally upset that her wallet had been picked in the bus. She had no cash to come home, and it can be anyone's guess what a person in that situation would do instead of weeping. The reason was that she just needed to talk to someone and to her, her mom was the best person at that moment. She had hard cash to be paid at the grocery with a few other cards that were important. And Sentiments!!!
It was baseless to sit and ponder as to why she got robbed. When I pointed out that may be the pilferer wanted cash urgently to settle some emergency in his house, my dear child burst out, "Does he know that even we have emergencies?" Now who thinks of all that. I had to appease her, that it could have gone for a good cause, so just forget it. Now why do people go to such depths of crime?
It is immoral & wrong, but some would say that it was a necessary way of life. We ask ourselves why someone would take something that doesn't belong to them. We also ask ourselves how people are able to go on day by day knowing that they have swindled someone or some company of money and profits earned by hard work. Well no one is accountable to that question; there are only things that we can postulate, may be a reason for someone to want to do these things. The first of many reasons is for money.
The second most common reason people commit such a crime is because it is a mania. They can't help themselves and they steal just to get famous. Like, when a young man was caught in the act of stealing an ordinary hen and prosecuted, the first thing asked of him by the Officer was, "Why did you do this?" To which our hero exclaimed, " Because I wanted my small name to come on the front page of the Big leading newspapers all over the town." This type of thief will take anything he can get his hands on because he just does it to see if he can get away. He wants to become a celebrity overnight. A "Murgi - Chor."
Last but not the least the third most common reason that people steal is for subsistence. This type of thief steals things because he needs to survive. Most of the time, thieves take things like clothing for their children or medicine, and sometimes food. Such people have no conscience. They are in reality impecunious to get what they urgently need at that precise moment. This allows them to steal and not feel guilty about it. They actually believe that they are doing nothing wrong.
Some Steal because they feel entitled to have the things they can’t afford. Many pilferers feel they are entitled to the good things in life. However, they do not understand how to get those things for themselves. This is one reason stealing is appealing to them. Some steal out of jealousy. They see their friends having certain things that they can not afford and stealing may be the only way they think they could ever have these things. It is similar to "Keeping up with the Jonesses."
"For the love of money is the root of all kinds of evil" 1 Timothy 6:10., As read in the Holy Bible. The very poor steal out of poverty and difficult living. The rich corrupt government officials steal in order to gain abundance of life. They are exonerated with the power of their money, as soon as they get an innocent scape-goat to carry the can for them. In private businesses, stealing is not rampant as in government offices. Government pilferers are worse since they stash away the people's money not only in millions but beyond any estimate! Thieves in government do not really fear God. They know the existence of God but still continue committing sins and stealing.
We have kleptomaniacs who are well-to-do people but they love to pick choice items in department stores or rich homes where they are invited as guests, because they are paranoid. I must say they do things in "Real Style!" But government officials who steal the people's money on a large scale know that stealing is a sin and are committing economic sabotage. Yet, they do not feel guilty about it.
India is a country with a vast population living in penury. It is not surprising to see people turning into Misanthropes. The people to be blamed for this is none other than the affluent class of people who have this phobia for accumulating and hoarding just about anything that their eyes feast on. They seldom have the gift of being munificent should any occasion arise. Their behaviour is equivalent to that of the fear of being faced by the wrath of nature all of a sudden with practically no means of anything to survive on. Why do they forget that when they came into this world they came with empty hands and while departing from this world they will be returning empty-handed too!! God does not want to see any 'Refugee Camps up there', I am sure.
It is the society that prepares the crime; while the criminal commits it. As Napolean cites: " The contagion of crime is like that of the plague. Criminals collected together corrupt each other. They are worse than ever when, at the termination of their punishment, they return to society." Man's crimes are his worst enemies, following him like shadows, till they drive his steps into the pit he dug.
It was baseless to sit and ponder as to why she got robbed. When I pointed out that may be the pilferer wanted cash urgently to settle some emergency in his house, my dear child burst out, "Does he know that even we have emergencies?" Now who thinks of all that. I had to appease her, that it could have gone for a good cause, so just forget it. Now why do people go to such depths of crime?
It is immoral & wrong, but some would say that it was a necessary way of life. We ask ourselves why someone would take something that doesn't belong to them. We also ask ourselves how people are able to go on day by day knowing that they have swindled someone or some company of money and profits earned by hard work. Well no one is accountable to that question; there are only things that we can postulate, may be a reason for someone to want to do these things. The first of many reasons is for money.
The second most common reason people commit such a crime is because it is a mania. They can't help themselves and they steal just to get famous. Like, when a young man was caught in the act of stealing an ordinary hen and prosecuted, the first thing asked of him by the Officer was, "Why did you do this?" To which our hero exclaimed, " Because I wanted my small name to come on the front page of the Big leading newspapers all over the town." This type of thief will take anything he can get his hands on because he just does it to see if he can get away. He wants to become a celebrity overnight. A "Murgi - Chor."
Last but not the least the third most common reason that people steal is for subsistence. This type of thief steals things because he needs to survive. Most of the time, thieves take things like clothing for their children or medicine, and sometimes food. Such people have no conscience. They are in reality impecunious to get what they urgently need at that precise moment. This allows them to steal and not feel guilty about it. They actually believe that they are doing nothing wrong.
Some Steal because they feel entitled to have the things they can’t afford. Many pilferers feel they are entitled to the good things in life. However, they do not understand how to get those things for themselves. This is one reason stealing is appealing to them. Some steal out of jealousy. They see their friends having certain things that they can not afford and stealing may be the only way they think they could ever have these things. It is similar to "Keeping up with the Jonesses."
"For the love of money is the root of all kinds of evil" 1 Timothy 6:10., As read in the Holy Bible. The very poor steal out of poverty and difficult living. The rich corrupt government officials steal in order to gain abundance of life. They are exonerated with the power of their money, as soon as they get an innocent scape-goat to carry the can for them. In private businesses, stealing is not rampant as in government offices. Government pilferers are worse since they stash away the people's money not only in millions but beyond any estimate! Thieves in government do not really fear God. They know the existence of God but still continue committing sins and stealing.
We have kleptomaniacs who are well-to-do people but they love to pick choice items in department stores or rich homes where they are invited as guests, because they are paranoid. I must say they do things in "Real Style!" But government officials who steal the people's money on a large scale know that stealing is a sin and are committing economic sabotage. Yet, they do not feel guilty about it.
India is a country with a vast population living in penury. It is not surprising to see people turning into Misanthropes. The people to be blamed for this is none other than the affluent class of people who have this phobia for accumulating and hoarding just about anything that their eyes feast on. They seldom have the gift of being munificent should any occasion arise. Their behaviour is equivalent to that of the fear of being faced by the wrath of nature all of a sudden with practically no means of anything to survive on. Why do they forget that when they came into this world they came with empty hands and while departing from this world they will be returning empty-handed too!! God does not want to see any 'Refugee Camps up there', I am sure.
It is the society that prepares the crime; while the criminal commits it. As Napolean cites: " The contagion of crime is like that of the plague. Criminals collected together corrupt each other. They are worse than ever when, at the termination of their punishment, they return to society." Man's crimes are his worst enemies, following him like shadows, till they drive his steps into the pit he dug.
Thursday, March 4, 2010
When You Are Devoted to Money...
Dear Readers, what happens when you are so devoted to money?
Well, I would like to share this poem by David Kessel with You all.
Devote Your Life to Money ...
Oh, money, the life-giving juice of society!
It brings us its blessings of every variety,
It softens the blows that lifetime delivers,
It favors the brave and it crowns achievers.
It renders us free from oppression by jerks,
From mockings, and putdowns, and scoldings,and smirks.
It lets us buy tickets and travel away
From where we're not welcome but are forced to just stay.
From creditors' letters and big ugly urbs,
From all that don't matter, from stuff that disturbs,
To wide sandy beaches and azure blue waters,
Away from the smoke of ten million motors.
With money it all starts to fall into place-
No longer respect is what you have to chase.
It follows you like an afternoon shadow
Thank money, it makes you a prince from a padow.
With money, all people will treat you much better,
As you are no longer society's debtor.
Sweet smiles on you they will now bestow,
Obsequious looks in their eyes then will glow.
And women forgetting your age and your weight,
Your looks and your height and your bald, shining pate,
Will wink and remark how handsome you are
For, in their minds, you are now a star.
Oh, how pathetic society is!
A "Miss" is now where there used to be "Ms."
For quickly they learned that you've got all this dough,
And then they appear from above and below.
For freedom, for joy and enjoyment of senses,
Don't waste precious time chasing empty pretenses.
Just line up your pockets with luscious green money
And soon you'll be hugging a cute Playboy bunny.
As long as you're here on our green Earth,
And want to be living in freedom and mirth,
Devote your existence to dollar and pound
For cash makes the world go smoothly around.
May be some do agree!!
Well, I would like to share this poem by David Kessel with You all.
Devote Your Life to Money ...
Oh, money, the life-giving juice of society!
It brings us its blessings of every variety,
It softens the blows that lifetime delivers,
It favors the brave and it crowns achievers.
It renders us free from oppression by jerks,
From mockings, and putdowns, and scoldings,and smirks.
It lets us buy tickets and travel away
From where we're not welcome but are forced to just stay.
From creditors' letters and big ugly urbs,
From all that don't matter, from stuff that disturbs,
To wide sandy beaches and azure blue waters,
Away from the smoke of ten million motors.
With money it all starts to fall into place-
No longer respect is what you have to chase.
It follows you like an afternoon shadow
Thank money, it makes you a prince from a padow.
With money, all people will treat you much better,
As you are no longer society's debtor.
Sweet smiles on you they will now bestow,
Obsequious looks in their eyes then will glow.
And women forgetting your age and your weight,
Your looks and your height and your bald, shining pate,
Will wink and remark how handsome you are
For, in their minds, you are now a star.
Oh, how pathetic society is!
A "Miss" is now where there used to be "Ms."
For quickly they learned that you've got all this dough,
And then they appear from above and below.
For freedom, for joy and enjoyment of senses,
Don't waste precious time chasing empty pretenses.
Just line up your pockets with luscious green money
And soon you'll be hugging a cute Playboy bunny.
As long as you're here on our green Earth,
And want to be living in freedom and mirth,
Devote your existence to dollar and pound
For cash makes the world go smoothly around.
May be some do agree!!
Wednesday, March 3, 2010
Globalization in Today's World
Question: What is the truest definition of Globalization?
Answer: Princess Diana's death.
Question: How come?
Answer:
An English princess with an Egyptian boyfriend crashes in a French tunnel,
driving a German car with a Dutch engine,
driven by a Belgian who was drunk on Scottish whisky,
followed closely by Italian Paparazzi,
on Japanese motorcycles; treated by an American doctor,
using Brazilian medicines.
This message is sent to you by an Indian,
using Bill Gates 's technology,
and you're probably reading this on your computer,
that use Taiwanese chips,
and a Korean monitor,
assembled by Bangladeshi workers in a Singapore plant,
transported by Pakistan lorry-drivers,
hijacked by Indonesians,
unloaded by Sicilian longshoremen,
and trucked to you by Mexican illegals.....
That, my friend, is called Globalization.
Answer: Princess Diana's death.
Question: How come?
Answer:
An English princess with an Egyptian boyfriend crashes in a French tunnel,
driving a German car with a Dutch engine,
driven by a Belgian who was drunk on Scottish whisky,
followed closely by Italian Paparazzi,
on Japanese motorcycles; treated by an American doctor,
using Brazilian medicines.
This message is sent to you by an Indian,
using Bill Gates 's technology,
and you're probably reading this on your computer,
that use Taiwanese chips,
and a Korean monitor,
assembled by Bangladeshi workers in a Singapore plant,
transported by Pakistan lorry-drivers,
hijacked by Indonesians,
unloaded by Sicilian longshoremen,
and trucked to you by Mexican illegals.....
That, my friend, is called Globalization.
Tuesday, March 2, 2010
Love Marriage Vs Arranged Marriage
1. Love Marriage resembles procedure programming language. We have some set of functions like flirting, going to movies together, making long conversations on phone and then try to fit all functions to the candidate that we like.
Arranged Marriages are similar to Object Oriented Programming Approach. We first fix the candidate and then try to implement functions. The functions are added to supplement the main program. The functions can be added or deleted.
2. In Love Marriages, Family System hangs because Hardware (called Parents) is not responding.
In Arranged Marriages, the Family system is compatible with the Hardware (Parents).
3. In Love Marriages, You are the Project-leader, so you are responsible for the implementation and Execution of PROJECT - "MARRIED LIFE."
In Arranged Marriages, You are a team member under the Project leader (Parents), so they are responsible for the successful execution of project Married Life.
4. In Love Marriages, Client expectations include exciting features such as: Spouse cooking food, washing clothes etc.
In Arranged Marriages, all these features are covered in the SRS (System required Specification) as required features.
5. Love Marriage is like WINDOWS, beautiful N attractive ..... Yet one never knows when it will crash.....
Arranged Marriage is like UNIX..... boring n colorless..... still extremely reliable n robust.
"Wish all Readers A Very Happy Wedded Life!"
Monday, March 1, 2010
The Story of Prapurma
The young mother desperately tries to fill the void in the children’s life, a void that she is afraid she may never be able to fill. The task she faces is formidable. Not only must she cope with the mental trauma, but also financial problems brought in the wake of a seperation. Added to this, her children look to her for support and she must smile and be brave. ‘I cannot let them see my despair,’ she says. ‘I have to keep up the brave front act.’
This is the story of a young woman I still keep in touch with, all through her flight and miseries. Many Indian women (even from affluent families) find themselves without a roof over their heads once they are thrown out of the house, or if they have walked out of their marital home, in sheer desperation, unable to handle the violence wrought on them by their husbands, and in-laws, or waiting for the legal procedure ( which in India can continue even after the Petitioner's death, or like the Adv. on the T.V. " Jeevan Das ko Kadi se kadi sazaa di Jaaye...").The in-laws, the brother and the father, mother-in-law, sis-in-law, all could deny her a
right to a human being’s basic need – shelter.
She, let us name her as "Prapurma". Yes, she had a not so comfortable childhood, being born as the youngest of three children to her parents who came from the bourgeois family. She was fairly good-looking and given the chance, she could outsmart her older siblings. But fate had other plans for her. Her mother always made it a point to compare her to the smartness of her older siblings, the most coming from her elder sister. Right from the beginning, she felt there was stiff competition where Prapurma was concerned, so she took great pains at every opportunity to pull her little sister down to the lowest levels of humiliation, wherever possible. She was a Top-class 'Braggart.' The elder brother was too busy in his studies so he was totally ignorant of even bothering to find out what was going in his youngest sister's mental attitude.
The time came when the elder sister was married to a well-settled family. Here again, the younger sister was treated like the maid servant and no one bothered to find out the relationship of Prapurma with that of the new bride. It was only when one of the guests found her standing near the gate trying to keep the guests comfortable, questioned her, she answered defiantly, "I am the bride's younger sister." The next question from the guest was shot like a piercing arrow," But why are you dressed in an ordinary nylon saree?" Again, with her held high, the little girl replied,"Because clothes do not make a man, but the honesty and charisma of the person is what counts in the long run." Even here, the little girl was made to bear humiliation by her elder sister in the presence of all her in-laws, "Do not steal my husband, he is mine and only mine." All this was borne by Prapurma in perfect silence and unshed tears.
Days passed by and at every given opportunity the elder sister made it a point to come to her maternal home on some pretext or the other to vent her feelings to her mother on her new marital home. Hours would pass on to eternity with both the mother and daughter locked up in the room, in hushed whispers, and Prapurma was never allowed to get involved in any of these discussions. She was treated like an outsider by both the mother and the sister. Slowly, a day came when gifts started pouring in from the elder sister's marital home, and the mother was just too happy getting materialistic and the result was that the elder sister was placed on a grand pedestal. So now her word over any final decision in the parental home was FINAL! She was treated as the DEVI, Incarnate! Why? Because she kept silencing all with her money and her sharp tongue. She and her great husband were just about hidebound!
When the time came for Prapurma's marriage, the groom was finally chosen by the elder son-in-law. No care was taken to verify the facts of this rascal's family background. Again ask Why? Because the decision was finally made by the High Command and that's it. Period! Soon after the marriage, Prapurma was exposed to the bare and ugly truth about her newly acquired status. For a woman it is not only the daily financial struggle, but also the myriad little daily domestic tasks which drain her both physically and mentally. In a span of two years shegave birth to two children, both healthy, but her body could just not take it. One can take it for granted that the husband was over-sexed and whatever one may feel like thinking. She found that she did not get enough time with her children, as hiring servants was totally Taboo with her husband saying, "My mother did all the house-work by herself, and she bore eight children, so
what's your problem?" That mother must have been a Super woman, who at the drop of a hat got pregnant even if her husband just winked at her. Indian mothers-in-law are very famous for being "Polemical."
Many Indian women, even when married, have to function as single mothers, as she has to bring up her children single-handedly. As a result, Prapurma was left with very little time for herself. Her husband was too languid to accept moral responsibility both as a father and as a husband, because he was working over-time with a harem that he calls it, other than the official work that he was employed. When encountered by Prapurma, the husband was in an equivocate frame of mind. When this was brought to the notice of the in-laws by Prapurma, her mother-in-law was quick to retort, "After all he is a man, keep quiet, or else he shall lose his masculinity." Great, talk about the will-power in a man and compare that to that of the woman!! Her dreams of someone empathising with her grief from her Paternal home was met with a cold shoulder as they treated her as a "PARIAH" now. Her brother was too busy with his family, the elder sister considered it below her dignity to even find out what was happening in her younger sister's
married life, and her parents were too busy socialising and keeping up the protocol in their elder daughter's high status family. Talk about the Nuclear Indian family bonds, family roots etc, etc, Blah, Blah, Blah!!
By now Prapurma had begun to slowly languish, with the result she began being reticent on just trivial issues. The reason was, because she found that any talk with her husband was always ending in a Tirade.
He always had a strong adulation for another man's wife. He would never take into consideration his wife's accomplishments or her talents or even try to laud her intrinsic capabilities. She was slowly getting herself prepared for all these adversities. For her, marital relations, were itself esoteric. It was wrong to say that she was obtuse. She was a lonely child with no one to advocate her feelings. She was cornered with no where to go. She was and even now is a very affable woman. Getting married has lost her identity altogether. Whenever her husband's friends used any form of eulogy with regard to her looks, her cooking or even on her home management, she had this look of fear that was portent. She was sure to get smashed that night by her husband. She lost all the alacrity she had as a new bride trying to win her husband's attention. Should the bruises on her body or face be visible to anyone, her husband was quick with his choice of euphemism. She was expected to always be the chaste, tractable wife. Here was she "Sleeping
with the Enemy."
Things came to a head when one night she was asked by her husband to be the sleeping partner for his friends. She refused outright and then came the hurricane of blows, to be witnessed by the two young children. Enough is Enough, screamed the children and then it was decided to plan an escape. But how? Summer vacations came and on pleading, the husband was finally reconciled to sending her and the children to her parental home. In the short span after her marriage, Prapurma lost her father. Her mother was all alone. Hearing of the entire story, the mother finally decided to keep Prapurma and the kids back.
Come what may we shall survive even on ordinary rice gruel. The case was filed for a fair amount of Maintenance, and a divorce. The husband never allowed anyone to rest in peace. He used his power of money to bribe everyone left, right and centre to keep the adjournments at the fast mode. He even went far and wide to use every ominous tactic up his sleeve.
Our Judiciary is such that even a dead corpse will open its mouth for the hard cash. That is the judicial system in India. The ever hungry dogs who enjoy living on someone else's charity and also feed their family with it. Our country is so steeped in depravity!!! Every one has such lofty ideals in their goddamn heads. Is this the sort of exemplary set by today's Netas to the younger generation?
Here, in her maternal home, Prapurma was made to do all the household chores, as directed by the elder sister. The mother was just a puppet. The reason given was that things do not come for free here. You want us to look after your children and you, you have to sweat it out for a morsel of food. Prapurma realized it very fast: "Beggars Cannot Be Choosers!" But this life was better than sleeping around with a bunch of hoodlums. In India society looks harshly upon divorced women, invariably blaming them for the break-up. They make her life look as though it was totally ignominious. ‘Women who have the courage to walk out of a marriage when ill-treated should actually be admired, but instead they are looked upon as women who could not make their marriage work.’ C'mon, why cannot they be pragmatic?
Readers, you must be wondering why was Prapurma not looking for a job outside her home? Good Question! The answer lies in the attitudes of her family members and her health. Prapurma was taken advantage of her sense of Altruism. All were happy to get everything at the flick of their fingers, day and night without shelling out hard cash. Her chances of getting a job was met with cold reception from her mother who wanted a full-time sevant to cater to her needs. Another point was her poor health and the rules of employment in India where they do not take in anyone who has crossed 45 years with no previous experience of any job. So that's it. You have the answer!! Prapurma is now allergic to the opulent society. People like Prapurma face hostility from even her family members.
Prapurma was brought up as she was on the ideals of motherhood and the sanctity of marriage, she could not cope with the break-up initially. She was totally dependent upon her husband in every way, financially and emotionally. To her he was the world, on whom she lay all her trust. He was her infrastructure! It is very difficult for her to handle the loneliness, and then the despair of being rejected by her own family.
Today, Prapurma is still waiting in vain for the judgment order that is grounded since the last twelve years. Will she ever get her freedom? Will she be able to live her youthful life again that was lost? If so, when????
She lives just for her children, to whom she is both a father and a mother. Her mother is ageing fast and no one knows when her call might come. After that what will happen to Prapurma? She does not have a roof over her head. There is no guarantee that her kin will look after her. And the Court Case that is pending....
Prapurma ko Khadi Se Khadi saaza Di Jaaye!!! like the advt. on the T.V.
Readers, there will definitely be plenty of Prapurmas all around you. But, you take Care! Do not throw your husband or wife for any flimsy reason. Even if it means your harlot can give you much more satisfaction than your wife. Or else for God's sake do not get married. Remain a bachelor for the rest of your life! Please do not break Families where young children exist.
This is the story of a young woman I still keep in touch with, all through her flight and miseries. Many Indian women (even from affluent families) find themselves without a roof over their heads once they are thrown out of the house, or if they have walked out of their marital home, in sheer desperation, unable to handle the violence wrought on them by their husbands, and in-laws, or waiting for the legal procedure ( which in India can continue even after the Petitioner's death, or like the Adv. on the T.V. " Jeevan Das ko Kadi se kadi sazaa di Jaaye...").The in-laws, the brother and the father, mother-in-law, sis-in-law, all could deny her a
right to a human being’s basic need – shelter.
She, let us name her as "Prapurma". Yes, she had a not so comfortable childhood, being born as the youngest of three children to her parents who came from the bourgeois family. She was fairly good-looking and given the chance, she could outsmart her older siblings. But fate had other plans for her. Her mother always made it a point to compare her to the smartness of her older siblings, the most coming from her elder sister. Right from the beginning, she felt there was stiff competition where Prapurma was concerned, so she took great pains at every opportunity to pull her little sister down to the lowest levels of humiliation, wherever possible. She was a Top-class 'Braggart.' The elder brother was too busy in his studies so he was totally ignorant of even bothering to find out what was going in his youngest sister's mental attitude.
The time came when the elder sister was married to a well-settled family. Here again, the younger sister was treated like the maid servant and no one bothered to find out the relationship of Prapurma with that of the new bride. It was only when one of the guests found her standing near the gate trying to keep the guests comfortable, questioned her, she answered defiantly, "I am the bride's younger sister." The next question from the guest was shot like a piercing arrow," But why are you dressed in an ordinary nylon saree?" Again, with her held high, the little girl replied,"Because clothes do not make a man, but the honesty and charisma of the person is what counts in the long run." Even here, the little girl was made to bear humiliation by her elder sister in the presence of all her in-laws, "Do not steal my husband, he is mine and only mine." All this was borne by Prapurma in perfect silence and unshed tears.
Days passed by and at every given opportunity the elder sister made it a point to come to her maternal home on some pretext or the other to vent her feelings to her mother on her new marital home. Hours would pass on to eternity with both the mother and daughter locked up in the room, in hushed whispers, and Prapurma was never allowed to get involved in any of these discussions. She was treated like an outsider by both the mother and the sister. Slowly, a day came when gifts started pouring in from the elder sister's marital home, and the mother was just too happy getting materialistic and the result was that the elder sister was placed on a grand pedestal. So now her word over any final decision in the parental home was FINAL! She was treated as the DEVI, Incarnate! Why? Because she kept silencing all with her money and her sharp tongue. She and her great husband were just about hidebound!
When the time came for Prapurma's marriage, the groom was finally chosen by the elder son-in-law. No care was taken to verify the facts of this rascal's family background. Again ask Why? Because the decision was finally made by the High Command and that's it. Period! Soon after the marriage, Prapurma was exposed to the bare and ugly truth about her newly acquired status. For a woman it is not only the daily financial struggle, but also the myriad little daily domestic tasks which drain her both physically and mentally. In a span of two years shegave birth to two children, both healthy, but her body could just not take it. One can take it for granted that the husband was over-sexed and whatever one may feel like thinking. She found that she did not get enough time with her children, as hiring servants was totally Taboo with her husband saying, "My mother did all the house-work by herself, and she bore eight children, so
what's your problem?" That mother must have been a Super woman, who at the drop of a hat got pregnant even if her husband just winked at her. Indian mothers-in-law are very famous for being "Polemical."
Many Indian women, even when married, have to function as single mothers, as she has to bring up her children single-handedly. As a result, Prapurma was left with very little time for herself. Her husband was too languid to accept moral responsibility both as a father and as a husband, because he was working over-time with a harem that he calls it, other than the official work that he was employed. When encountered by Prapurma, the husband was in an equivocate frame of mind. When this was brought to the notice of the in-laws by Prapurma, her mother-in-law was quick to retort, "After all he is a man, keep quiet, or else he shall lose his masculinity." Great, talk about the will-power in a man and compare that to that of the woman!! Her dreams of someone empathising with her grief from her Paternal home was met with a cold shoulder as they treated her as a "PARIAH" now. Her brother was too busy with his family, the elder sister considered it below her dignity to even find out what was happening in her younger sister's
married life, and her parents were too busy socialising and keeping up the protocol in their elder daughter's high status family. Talk about the Nuclear Indian family bonds, family roots etc, etc, Blah, Blah, Blah!!
By now Prapurma had begun to slowly languish, with the result she began being reticent on just trivial issues. The reason was, because she found that any talk with her husband was always ending in a Tirade.
He always had a strong adulation for another man's wife. He would never take into consideration his wife's accomplishments or her talents or even try to laud her intrinsic capabilities. She was slowly getting herself prepared for all these adversities. For her, marital relations, were itself esoteric. It was wrong to say that she was obtuse. She was a lonely child with no one to advocate her feelings. She was cornered with no where to go. She was and even now is a very affable woman. Getting married has lost her identity altogether. Whenever her husband's friends used any form of eulogy with regard to her looks, her cooking or even on her home management, she had this look of fear that was portent. She was sure to get smashed that night by her husband. She lost all the alacrity she had as a new bride trying to win her husband's attention. Should the bruises on her body or face be visible to anyone, her husband was quick with his choice of euphemism. She was expected to always be the chaste, tractable wife. Here was she "Sleeping
with the Enemy."
Things came to a head when one night she was asked by her husband to be the sleeping partner for his friends. She refused outright and then came the hurricane of blows, to be witnessed by the two young children. Enough is Enough, screamed the children and then it was decided to plan an escape. But how? Summer vacations came and on pleading, the husband was finally reconciled to sending her and the children to her parental home. In the short span after her marriage, Prapurma lost her father. Her mother was all alone. Hearing of the entire story, the mother finally decided to keep Prapurma and the kids back.
Come what may we shall survive even on ordinary rice gruel. The case was filed for a fair amount of Maintenance, and a divorce. The husband never allowed anyone to rest in peace. He used his power of money to bribe everyone left, right and centre to keep the adjournments at the fast mode. He even went far and wide to use every ominous tactic up his sleeve.
Our Judiciary is such that even a dead corpse will open its mouth for the hard cash. That is the judicial system in India. The ever hungry dogs who enjoy living on someone else's charity and also feed their family with it. Our country is so steeped in depravity!!! Every one has such lofty ideals in their goddamn heads. Is this the sort of exemplary set by today's Netas to the younger generation?
Here, in her maternal home, Prapurma was made to do all the household chores, as directed by the elder sister. The mother was just a puppet. The reason given was that things do not come for free here. You want us to look after your children and you, you have to sweat it out for a morsel of food. Prapurma realized it very fast: "Beggars Cannot Be Choosers!" But this life was better than sleeping around with a bunch of hoodlums. In India society looks harshly upon divorced women, invariably blaming them for the break-up. They make her life look as though it was totally ignominious. ‘Women who have the courage to walk out of a marriage when ill-treated should actually be admired, but instead they are looked upon as women who could not make their marriage work.’ C'mon, why cannot they be pragmatic?
Readers, you must be wondering why was Prapurma not looking for a job outside her home? Good Question! The answer lies in the attitudes of her family members and her health. Prapurma was taken advantage of her sense of Altruism. All were happy to get everything at the flick of their fingers, day and night without shelling out hard cash. Her chances of getting a job was met with cold reception from her mother who wanted a full-time sevant to cater to her needs. Another point was her poor health and the rules of employment in India where they do not take in anyone who has crossed 45 years with no previous experience of any job. So that's it. You have the answer!! Prapurma is now allergic to the opulent society. People like Prapurma face hostility from even her family members.
Prapurma was brought up as she was on the ideals of motherhood and the sanctity of marriage, she could not cope with the break-up initially. She was totally dependent upon her husband in every way, financially and emotionally. To her he was the world, on whom she lay all her trust. He was her infrastructure! It is very difficult for her to handle the loneliness, and then the despair of being rejected by her own family.
Today, Prapurma is still waiting in vain for the judgment order that is grounded since the last twelve years. Will she ever get her freedom? Will she be able to live her youthful life again that was lost? If so, when????
She lives just for her children, to whom she is both a father and a mother. Her mother is ageing fast and no one knows when her call might come. After that what will happen to Prapurma? She does not have a roof over her head. There is no guarantee that her kin will look after her. And the Court Case that is pending....
Prapurma ko Khadi Se Khadi saaza Di Jaaye!!! like the advt. on the T.V.
Readers, there will definitely be plenty of Prapurmas all around you. But, you take Care! Do not throw your husband or wife for any flimsy reason. Even if it means your harlot can give you much more satisfaction than your wife. Or else for God's sake do not get married. Remain a bachelor for the rest of your life! Please do not break Families where young children exist.
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