You don't need to have just ears to listen. You can do it far better with your soul. If not this, why would one listen to the beautiful songs of silence in solitudional woods. The voice, whisper and songs of silence that come embracing you to console, to befriend, to comfort, to reassure, to rejuvenate. You need to 'have' a soul to listen. Of course everyone and everything has a soul. By 'having' a soul I mean one is aware of its presence, its lively throbbing, its guiding light, its essence, its imerishable nature beyond the bodily encasing. Its real feel, its vibrant awareness is what I mean to 'have' a soul. The trees, plants, grass, flowers, birds, snakes, earth, sky, stars and all and sundry have a soul. And they listen. I sometimes say a few gentle, appreciating words to the flowers and they smile better. Yes, they do! But you need to have a soul to soul connection to feel that. I tried it with a snake but it scampered away and so did I after that brief period of calling it a ceasefire along the human-snake line of fear-fire. The very same primal fear blocking soul to soul contact. The next time i intend to use the voice of silence and words of gentility through the eyes instead of oral words. It might work. You never know.
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- 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 25, 2023
Saturday, June 24, 2023
A change in the life of a dog
The sadhu’s phantasmagorical strike at the ever-howling dog, the sprightly sniveler, astounded it to the extent that it finally came out of its crying doctrinaires and barked for the first time. So it may be counted as a blessing by the mendicant because a dog without bark is nothing short of perfidy in the canine world. Having abandoned its frightful peculiarity, it docks its tail with a certain swagger. The dog has started barking finally. It’s a neighborhood news item.
The best liquor-lover in the locality, who sets up the most loquacious and abusive drama after getting sloshed—having plenteously pawned away most of his possessions—inadvertently struck the dog with his cycle. He was holding his cycle and reversing it. The sleeping dog was hit by the tyre as it rolled over the dog. The dog took it as a breach of honor. It must have felt like a thunder-strike to the sleeping dog because—following the momentum built after the sadhu episode—it barked.
It’s such a nice change in the street. The barking dogs are far more preferable than the howling ones. Maybe it was waiting for good reasons to bark all this time and the sadhu and the liquor-lover finally provided it one. Even though it still finds most of the issues and objects worth howling at only, but its mysterious sufferance gets a few moments of break at the sight of the liquor-lover. The other day, the liquor-lover once again bespattered the street air with his doctrinal cuss words, raising a terrible show with an abominable ravishment. As a few people gathered to shove him back to his house, the dog gave them suitable strength and company by following the party and barking all the while. He followed them and chivalrously barked as if to say, ‘Take this idiot to his house!’
By the way, there is a fat black puppy in the street. It was standing by the gate and I suddenly happened to open the gate. The sound startled it so much as if an apocalypse was unfolding. It’s an angelic little roly-poly cute thing. Almost a dark ball. A mere look at it will suffuse you with lovingness. Scared out of wits, it showed consummate skills at running. It rolled over its tiny paws and covered majority of the flight in rolling motion.
It reached a safe distance and then barked cutely, showing the embryonary canine sense in its little brain. Well, it inspires me to do the same when against a danger. Running away is a fun. It’s brave in fact. You need to be strong to run away from tricky situations and angry people.
Monday, June 19, 2023
मणिपुर की त्रासदी
मणिपुर करीब दो महीने से जल रहा है। कम से कम 125 लोग मारे गए हैं,
The tragedy in Manipur
It's very sad that it seems the little north-eastern state has been left to its fate. I have long heard from the people of that part of our country that Delhi gives them stepmotherly treatment. Now I see it happening. It's a huge tragedy but look at the media coverage. The journos who are croaking day and night about wars elsewhere in the world are silent about the Manipur crisis. It's understandable because in Manipur we have the powerful double-engine sarkar. How dare they speak anything against it. They simply cannot.
Saturday, June 17, 2023
A practice in patience
If you want to hone patience into the fabric of your persona, wait for the day when your kitchen has green fenugreek leaves. Then take your offer to your mother, sister, wife, girlfriend, partner or the maid or whosoever has the task of using the said leaves. Start picking out the leaves from the thin stems. Now, this is a job you simply cannot rush through. It takes it own time.
After a while, the impatience and restlessness in you will settle down to an acceptance that picking one tiny leaf at a time from the fragile stem is an art that is its own master. A calmative sense of patience downs upon you then.
Also, if you want to drill the principles of caution into your attitude, look for an opportunity when the kitchen sink is full of precious but fragile crockery. Offer your services at washing these. You of course need to be very careful because the littlest smudge at any corner lays the entire piece waste. Caution and carefulness in handling valuable crockery will make you learn the importance of carefully handling the modern-day relations that are hundred times more fragile than the crockery set in your kitchen.