I have to write something and pour my heart out.Friends are family and who else but family to
lend a ear to all that I have to say.
So on that note ,without much ado, let me begin.Time and again ,I keep reiterating that, the social media has it's side effects , both good and bad.Take the good ,stay
focussed on your requirements and move on.
Again the world is a stage,life is a drama where each one of
us has a different role to play. During the course of the play we keep
learning , we make mistakes and we learn from some of the mistakes,rectify them,some we
repeat,some we simply ignore...
Each act of ours comes with a caution notice,which at times we tend to overlook due to over confidence.Each one of us is adept at
some work or the other and prone to fail in some.
Take the example of water that can quench our thirst .If we are aware
that it is hot ,we will be careful .If we are not aware,the result would be a burnt tongue.So before you try to drink water straight from the Hot & Cold stainless steel thermos jar,think twice.Here ,this
may also be termed as carelessness.I would like to look at it another way.Never take
anything for granted ,however sure you may be.Chances are that you may be
wrong.So take one step at a time,tread carefully and look before you leap.
It is a Saturday today,a day I love because the next day is a
Sunday.I bet you would have read this ,close to a zillion times now ,ever since FaceBook
went viral.The days of the week have never ever been more meaningful than now.
Anyway,the purpose of the post is also to tell you all that ,weekend domestic chores do take up a lot of my precious time.In the middle of
all this,in order to stay motivated , I experiment,sometimes to the utter
amazement of my loved ones and sometimes to their dismay..
A few days back,if memory serves me right and since public
memory is short,I would like to bring to your notice once again that I had posted the
photograph of a Santhra Peel Diya. Here I have to proclaim proudly that on that day, the lamp
was burning for nearly twelve hours.Needless to say ,ever since that day,I am
overjoyed at the very sight of the orange fruit.
A friend visited us yesterday.She
brought with her a dozen oranges and handed over the cover to me.I was
delighted .With
dreams of the choicest luscious oranges,sparkling oil lamps and the fragrance of citrus ,I went to sleep.
I woke up with much enthusiasm.This is where staying
motivated and inspired helps.Go to bed with happy thoughts.Keep looking out for possible acts and small things that give
you happiness.Try to be close to them as much as possible.
With much glee ,I peeled the orange.While peeling,I experienced
difficulty.It was not as simple as in the previous one.The peel was stuck to
the fruit and for every prick,I was damaging the fruit inside.Nevertheless I
had begun and I was in no mood to let go.I managed to get the two halves in
proper shape along with the natural fibre in the centre that serves as the wick…
The woes had just begun.I lighted the first match stick,then
the second ,then one after another and I tried to light the wick.My efforts were in
vain and in a few minutes a new match box had been depleted of all its sticks.I was still
hopeful.The wick stood firm ground and even as baffled family members looked
on,I kept on trying.I did not wish to waste any more match sticks.So I tried
with a candle but my efforts went futile.I tried with a cotton wick dipped in oil.I
failed…
Could I be responsible for the failure ? I pondered.
"Ofcourse
not,"said my inner voice."Find the cause and make it accountable for the failure," she added.
"You had a pleasant previous experience just a few days
back my dear,"she whispered.
"Oh ! Yes ! I cannot be wrong."I was still confident…
But by now,I was also almost in a state of despair.The floor of my puja room was strewn with burnt matchsticks and smeared with patches of oil.In a moment of
hopelessness,I gave up.I poured the oil from the orange into the normal daily lamp,cleaned the floor and resumed my duties..
Most important,if you really have a desire ,give your heart and soul to it and do not lose hope.What you love is divine.What you love to do is worship.
In the context of success and failures,hopes and disappointments,I think it would be apt to explain with an example, how the character of the orange here has a major role to play,how it 's intrinsic character can influence the outcome and how the series of observations I make in the process can cause to have a lasting impression on my mind.
Hence my earlier observation about the world being a stage ,each individual being unique and drama being the basic philosophy behind life becoming relevant here.One orange was a true hero a few days back.Stoically he had stood with the spark burning bright for nearly 12 hours.Today's orange was different ,unique,but was not suitable for the role as far as execution of my interest was concerned.It's as simple as that…Naive that I am ,how was I to know ?..Hence the advice,do not take anything for granted.
The orange that played the role of the hero a few days back was suave,handsome dressed in a loose orange coloured jacket.He was quite flexible.The orange today was good looking too,firm and strong .Attired in a thick, skin fitting, orange coloured jacket, he appeared to be unyielding though .But didn't I say looks are deceptive ?
He looked much stronger but he did not live upto the expectation of the gracious hero I admired.He was neither chivalrous nor magnanimous enough to take on the heat of a tiny spark …….
Hence my earlier observation about the world being a stage ,each individual being unique and drama being the basic philosophy behind life becoming relevant here.One orange was a true hero a few days back.Stoically he had stood with the spark burning bright for nearly 12 hours.Today's orange was different ,unique,but was not suitable for the role as far as execution of my interest was concerned.It's as simple as that…Naive that I am ,how was I to know ?..Hence the advice,do not take anything for granted.
The orange that played the role of the hero a few days back was suave,handsome dressed in a loose orange coloured jacket.He was quite flexible.The orange today was good looking too,firm and strong .Attired in a thick, skin fitting, orange coloured jacket, he appeared to be unyielding though .But didn't I say looks are deceptive ?
He looked much stronger but he did not live upto the expectation of the gracious hero I admired.He was neither chivalrous nor magnanimous enough to take on the heat of a tiny spark …….
