Critics of Them, justified of course in your intentions and reasons, a word of caution. They are down but not out. As the saying goes, a King is a bad enemy, a worse friend, and a fatal family relation. So stay rooted while you criticize Them. They will hit back at the level you are, wherever it may be, anywhere you are, using the hierarchical powers suitable for your position and standing to push and prod you again into the hole. They may not do much to take us out of our miseries. But They will surely hit back! I have no shame in accepting that I am scared of writing or saying even a single word against Them. Because I know They always hit back at their critics! They have the power! And they expertly mean to use it against dissent. That is the hallmark of powerful Kings! Power has natural disposition for misuse. Here at least they are subservient to the concept of power. Power has power over Them. So my dear angry, cantankerous birds, take a pause. The fear of corona and the fear of Them are both essential to stay alive and safe. So play it safe! Lastly, pray, pray and just pray for all of us. We the common subjects of Them have no oxygen, no vaccine, no hospital beds. All we have is our prayers. So let's pray for each other. Let's use all our power of emotions to keep our boat afloat!
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About Me
- Sufi
- Hi, this is somebody who has taken the quieter by-lane to be happy. The hustle and bustle of the big, booming main street was too intimidating. Passing through the quieter by-lane I intend to reach a solitary path, laid out just for me, to reach my destiny, to be happy primarily, and enjoy the fruits of being happy. (www.sandeepdahiya.com)
Sunday, June 9, 2024
The common man
While a plain featured Abraham Lincoln, struggling as a law student and part time worker, drew inspiration and ignition from his beautiful lover Marry Todd, his friend had a jibe, 'Don't you think you are too beautiful to be the wife of this ugly man?!' Lost in the common features of her man, she simply quipped, 'Common looking man is the best! That's why God has created so many of them!'
The master tricksters
We are the master tricksters. To keep the hypothesis of abundance and material wealth, we basically groom "shortages" of various kinds. If no ever-existing shortages, how will the river of corporations flow? Does a river flow after reaching the sea? So it's primarily about keeping the needs, desires and aspirations above the things available. Always. It's never about fulfilling the needs. The trick is in keeping the needs going high and high, so that pursuit stays there by default.
Golden words by a friend
Here are the most meaningful words spoken to me during the last few years---as I tried to steady my feet after the most irremediable loss of my life---by a Tibetan Buddhist Friend. Truth seems to have showered Her with the ultimate grace during her months long meditations in the snow clad caves in Ladhak. Thanks O seeker of truth for balming my bruised soul through such simple and succinct words:
Truth in operation
At the grossest level of existence, 'Truth' is a little candy held tightly in the fist of the hand that is 'Powerful'!
Bondage in the name of freedom
Long before we release our kite to fly for freedom, we tie it with the bondage of string. Before we set out to liberate ourselves, we enslave ourselves to dogmas, faith and beliefs. Is there any difference between what we take to be freedom from what we know as bondage?
Don't lose your smile
And when the afternoon sunrays come to kiss the shy, shaded beauty for a brief flirtatious moment, she opens her heart and gives a full smile.
The hidden storms
Of course there is danger lurking behind beauty and colours...the beautiful aurora is fuelled by solar storms, plasma and radiations....well, a beautiful woman has her own storms lurking in the shadows behind the vibrant colours. No wonder, the beauty-gazers, the men, feel the heat of the storms after enjoying the sight.

All is well
Although there are cracks in life, she but smiles softly and whispers an assurance: "Don't worry, all is well!"
The secret key to joy
Children have no fixed expectations from a toy. Let it be new, they have full joy. Let it be broken, they play with the same perfection like earlier. So does it mean that imperfections around in things and situations aren't that big a factor in deciding our state of being as we grown ups have accepted on principle?
Thoreau's theorems
Keep poking the rays of your efforts through the chinks. It's fruitful even though Thoreau is cautious, 'The rays which stream through the shutters will be no longer remembered when the shutter is wholly removed.' But still I feel that harbinger rays have their special place.
Keep evolving and avoid the hard boundaries of concepts, institutions, cemented dogmas and hardened beliefs define you within an impenetrable stone wall. Be like Thoreau when he says, 'I love a broad margin to life.'
The real suffering
Most of our perceived shortages are in fact our inability to accomplish the intended wastage. It's not about the real shortages of basic needs. Those who really lack the basic needs are not haunted by the mental specter of shortages because they are fully into the game of survival, hardly having any time to get mental suffering about the shortages. The one who really suffer, mentally, the shortages are the ones who feel helpless and feel relatively poor because they can't splurge money like better off people.
Winners and losers
Well, someone has to lose. What would we have if there are no losers? There will be all winners everywhere like potato mountains in the market to sell at dirt cheap price. Who will price them as gold? Gold retains its value because there is simple, poor earth to give the yellow metal its aura and image. To have winners, we have to have losers. Aren't winners overpriced and losers too much underpriced. I see them equally important. For what does a triumphant smile of victory mean without the salty beads of sweat? What does a glistening grain mean without the dirt, dust, soil, stalk and chaff that is thrown away? No man, you can applaud the winners. I just sit by the losers and see them rising again to be winners themselves or be the half-part of someone's win. Hail losers! Let there be International losers day.
A refreshing dose of love
A beautiful woman's beauty is nurtured and blossoms by the relentless stretch of appreciating words by her lover like a rose blossoms by the dewy intoxication during misty nights. But how long the poor lover can continue to shower the words of unquestioning praise?!! After caressing the rose, the lover also feels the pricks of reality around the beautiful flower. It is called the lover's awakening from the blindfolding slumber. So the words of all pervading praise dry up. The beauty sulks and her narcissism also feels deprived of its customary diet of acclaim. It is now better to go for a new lover. Because during the initial phase of courtship the new lover will again feed her narcissism to help it blossom at its peak again!
Truth
There is no absolute truth. All we have is just a pliantly swaying sea of fractional truths. We draw out our share of truths from this sea that will be suitable and complement our sense of identity with the self, i.e., ego, our perception of the world, our vision of the world and the people around.
Judgments
To arrive at a conclusion we use the tool of judgement. We simply pick out fault in others, the grey shady areas, and give a summary condemnation of someone. Ironically, that person is more than what we have chosen as witnesses against him in the fault basket. He has bright areas beyond the dark spots chosen by us. No wonder, our judgements are fractional, blind and nothing more than convenient tools to salvage our pride, vanity and ego.
The bedrock of vice
Our routine habits are simply means to our mundane ends. Little little silly idiosyncrasies only. But some of them stand out more prominently to breed envy, anger, hate and malice. These are the bedrocks of vices. And vices are an end in itself.
The creeping desires
Creeping civilization! To be an ultramodern successful creeper, we usually use our tendrils like tentacles to reach the wall of our goals. Our tendrils and tentacles latch onto the softest sinews, even if that means killing and suffocating the tiny offshoot that needs help and support itself, on the way to hit our post. Sometimes I think, after witnessing the rawest elements of nature, this creation is imbued with self interest, and our pretty human selfishness is just a portion of the infinite force of self-preservation that we see around. What do you think?
Belated greetings on the World Environment Day
Wish you all a happy world environment day! Save trees, save mother Earth!



