Musings on a Hazy Early-winter Day

 

If you can’t respect others’ thoughts, not a big problem with that. Just slog it out—even egoistically—to prove your point. But never do the same in case of feelings. Respect others’ feelings. There is a big difference between thoughts and feelings. You can trample your fellow human beings’ thoughts but please spare their feelings. Feelings are sanctimonious. Leave them unstigmatized and pure on the altar of heart.

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In the book "Animal Farm" the pigs led a coup against humans, driving them away. Nothing to do with humans and anything related to them, they declared. The commandment included not to stay in the farmhouse once used by the human owner. Later when the group of pigs, the leaders, shifted to the rooms, their propaganda master said it was more suitable to the dignity of a leader to stay in the comfort of a house. Well, it reminds me of Kejriwal and his big official bungalow after becoming the Chief Minister of Delhi.

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World is just set for fundamental changes. Even birds are taking short-cuts on natural instincts. A dove simply picked few sinews to tag them in the flimsy protection of the money plant clinging to our neem tree, just 2 ft above the ground, visible to wild cats and humans. Laying two eggs it just flew away not to be seen. I found one egg missing and the other somehow fruitlessly stuck up. We have done irreversible damage to nature and its constituents!

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Among monkeys we grew out of our skin to rule the planet. Among us, now the politicians are evolving faster as a totally different super-species. Time is not far when they will stand out as winners at all levels. So fellows join politics. It’s merely a matter of making good choice in the scheme of evolution.

  

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"When they measured my stature, they failed to measure my heart," NFL veteran Vernon Turner on the sports officials' doubts about his suitability for the game given his less than adequate physical attributes. He proved them wrong by not being a product of his DNA. He became a product of his actions. Go within and dab into the innermost reservoirs of your will power. It undoes any evident limitation imposed on the outer surface of our existence. Be tethered to your axis. That is what supports your spin. Forget about the periphery. Those are merely some revolving offshoots of temporary winds let loose by your axial forces.

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I may not have the genes to be a world champion, but I have the option to act and be a smart, successful, happy, competent, confident and caring human being. And once I do that no reward stays unachievable.

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Kafka’s unfinished novels are the fullest stories I have ever read.

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The rich and powerful countries, not willing to engage each other directly in warfare, hit each other through helpless third world countries. They use them like hunters to strike each other. Problem here is that the back is of stone and hardly gets a bruise. The hunter but gets broken. See through the tragic plays unfolding among poor and developing countries. Funny and tragic. That's what modern warfare is all about.

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Majority of our repentances are born of the failure to act in the past, rather than the actions that failed. So think, rethink, discuss with the best person you have around, and then just nail it man, simply act. The burden of regrets becomes lighter in future.

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The mighty lord whispers in the softest voice,

My son grow thou stronger and sire chances for those without any choice! 

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Though your enemy, I am sweet!

My neck thus deserves a softer treat!

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You know why people kick a football? Simple, because it reacts and invites more kicky acts! And why don’t they kick a stone? Because it doesn’t react, only your toes get an ache! So fella become stones, controversies will find you untouchable then!

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A well-timed realization:

Sometimes you have to nearly die to discover the meaning of life.

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Expansion and contraction—

A raindrop in the ocean,

and a balloon in the air,

One mixing with the whole

to become complete and happily spread out,

The other capturing a part of the hole

to egotistically confine for a specific, limited self.

 

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My religion is not so weak that in order to show love for it I have to take the support of hate for the religion of someone else.

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Help your own self by adding little pieces to what you actually are instead of breaking mountains to be what you aren't.

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The desert storm hunts around with painful fury. The burning beast! Ashes and ambers in its furnaced heart. Unquenchable thirst in its guts. Restless howls echoing in its sandy soul. Its existence defined by a futile belief in death and destruction—the absence and denial of supple, pliant, giving and forgiving waters. Its inflated vastness puffing out lifeless sandy blizzards. Poor thing doesn't know that a tiny oasis silently doing its lifeful duty is dearer to both humans and Gods!

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In the calm core of my wind-lashed, stormed self,

some unmovable shadow defines the substance of my being.

I but have been running miles after miles,

chasing mirages to find my identity.

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A dove couple is lost in the surrendering flutter of passionate love notes on a swaying neem branch decked with fresh, monsoon-fed leaves.

Dove in love.

Impatient he.

Teasing she.

Airy swirls.

Hugging frills.

Breeze free.

Passionate spree.

Almost a fight.

Soul's delight.

Love.

Dove.

Love.