Patience

We are so restless. The mind is so agitated. At home or at work, we are in a hurry as if we are running a marathon every single day. The restlessness creates a deep division within. This internal division manifests in the outside world in our relationships with others. This division is the root cause of hatred in the world.

Why are we so restless? Why we can’t be present in the moment right now? What are we really searching for which we don’t really find in the present moment? Aren’t we searching for deeper peace within? Through our relationships and work, aren’t we expecting deeper contentment for ourselves? In other words, aren’t we looking for a sense of completeness in ourselves?

We may look at each specific question above and find answers within. My answers may not be anybody else’s.

Now if we really are looking for peace, why are we so restless? Perhaps, we haven’t understood the significance of patience. When we are patient, we give ourselves time to live deeply. If I am writing these words, I am doing it with complete awareness of the process of thinking and writing. When I am in the shower, I am feeling the water droplets falling upon me as if the entire universe is falling upon me as a blessing. I am patiently enjoying the magic of the tiny man-made waterfall.

The idea of multitasking is brutal to not just the mind, but also the whole being. On the other hand, if there is no restlessness within, even multitasking could be possible with peace. We are so anxious about the result that we forget to enjoy the process. It’s like worrying about reaching home from office rather than enjoying the walk or driving.

Ask what is patience to a river. Ask what is patience to a tree. Ask what is patience to a pregnant mother. Without it, we aren’t living at all. Even when the greatest tragedies hit, the art of patience can allow it to pass.

Life is so beautiful in its moments! But how do we live these moments if we are so impatient about the future?

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Love is not enough

Being in love is an entirely different feeling! The world looks beautiful then. Really! But when we live together, it’s a different story altogether again!

And then only love is not enough. Understanding becomes the key. Not love. Compassion is important than passion. A moment comes when we don’t agree with our partners and we feel enraged. The need is to calm down then and there. It is not important to prove ourselves right in the very moments of an argument.

What is required is a calm mind who calms the other.

In Literature, Concealing and Revealing Torture

ArabLit

A few days ago, the New York Times ran an op-ed from a creative-writing instructor and confessed torturer:

cia“I was an interrogator at Abu Ghraib,” Eric Fair writes. “I tortured.”

But when Fair discusses his creative-writing class at Lehigh University — in conjunction with his experience as a torturer — he writes not about investigating Mahmoud Saeed’s “Lizard’s Colony” or perhaps scenes from Elias Khoury’s Yalo, but Tim O’Brien’s “The Things They Carried.” He writes about showing his students a cigar box filled with stuff he bought at the Baghdad International Airport.

Fair seems focused on keeping the issue of torture at the forefront of the American imagination, which is good. But in effect, by reading his essay, we are asked to sympathize exclusively with the torturer. We know about Eric Fair, and about his black fleece coat, and about his son, who rides a bus to school.

We don’t know about any…

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In Praise Of Decay (and against plastic)

Malcolm Guite

In pale gold leaf-fall losing shape and edge In pale gold leaf-fall losing shape and edge

I walk each morning in some woodland near my home and especially savour in this late autumn, early winter season, the damp carpet of fallen leaves, now decaying and forming  rich mulch that will feed the soil for future growth. Even in their decay, losing edge and shape, melding and blending together there is in this carpet of leaves, a kind of grace and beauty. The other morning though, these meditations were interrupted by a sudden intrusion. There amongst the gold and mottled leaf mould, like some harsh alien excrescence, was a discarded plastic bag. It was totally out of place and told its own tale of indifference and carelessness; not just the carelessness of the person that dropped it, but the carelessness of the culture that produced it. The trees shed their leaves, and in that fall and letting go  achieve…

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Diarrhea, constipation and our system of education

Since childhood, our education system teach us little about our own body structures and the complex processes therewith. We call ourselves educated without any self-knowledge whatsoever. The education system is entirely based upon the industrial and economic needs rather than needs of life (apart from money). It’s a fallacy that education of engineering of computers or roads are education. That may be just a part of it.

I have been suffering from diarrhea followed by constipation since more than a week. Have been running around consulting doctors who don’t really suggest anything about the kind of diet I should take while this period. Diarrhea and constipation are two different illnesses. But one may lead to another.

I happily ate Bananas and curd during diarrhea. But didn’t know that I shouldn’t take them during constipation. They rather aggravate the situation. So does potato. Finally my father who has been doctor all his life advised that papaya and ripe guava are the two best fruits to be taken for curing constipation.

I felt guilty for myself for the fact that since last days, I have been taken many bananas and a lot of yogurt that have made my situation worse. The doctors I met didn’t check with my food habits and only prescribed medicines. They only advised to take fruits without any specification. It’s really stupid of me not taking my father’s advise on the first day itself. Also not making a research myself.

When I asked him about the reason why doctors don’t suggest diets, father  concluded with a British medical quote, “If doctors don’t become dieticians, dieticians become doctors.”

Obviously, diet is everything when it comes to our body, mind and soul. The kind of food we intake decides our mood and health. It’s non-sense not to educate a child about her health first but teach her anything else.

I Miss Her..

It’s been months now. To have seen her. Feel her. Hug her. Kiss her.

Life is testing us since half a year. She has been at the receiving end. With her severe backache, she is at her home taking the treatment and I am looking for a job. Thanks to scarcity of funds, we can’t meet. We are in debt too. We just took risks with the last project we did. Nothing’s wrong with that. That is important for growth. Without risks, we are dead souls. Yet, this risk got us into trouble. We never knew it would take a toll on her health.

This is the time when she needs me more and the vice versa. Yet, we are far away from each other. In India, it feels like a continent to travel from southern part of the country to the west.

Yet, she hasn’t lost courage. She inspires me, often, to face it all with humility. That makes her adorable, just irresistible. She is a woman.

I miss her.

♥ ♥

When people avoid you

There are times when people avoid us. Even our closest of friends. For days, weeks. This doesn’t necessarily mean they are busy. If they were, they would respond, at least, assuring to talk later. They don’t do that. They simply don’t answer our calls or messages.

Not because they don’t have time, but because we ain’t their priority.