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July 04 life s changing..``~~your priorities change, life mantra change, means and style of living change, your fashions change, your attitude change, your belief system change, your moods change, your needs and wants change, and finally, inevitably you change! that’s one thing deepu has learnt in his new place having begun the slow process of inescapable changes. Though not sure as of now, how, when, where…but truly there is something happening!
Don’t you think the situations condition you to an extend that you become the child of the situation you live. That condition moulds you until you see yourself placed in a new situation with entirely new picture of life; new color, new vista, new flavor. And you live life all over again!!
Life goes on…
“I would rather live in a world where my life is surrounded by mystery than live in a world so small that my mind could comprehend it”. Harry Emerson
 June 30 raining n raining...yet...When the sun hides behind the clouds and you see it not peeping out not even once in 3 days, and the wind blows undaunted and rain is incessant, you don’t need an expert from meteorology to tell you the weather is bad. You hear not the chirping of the birds, but the crooning of frogs You hear not the chirping of the hullabaloo of daily wagers, but the vacant and water lodged fields, with market places deserted, crops shattered, vegetables rotten, power lines cut, internet down and not being able to step out of the house and with your heard labor proved futile with no trace of mercy by the drops from heaven you feel lost and life thrown out of gear.
You would feel completely exasperated, desperate and would say, ‘damn when the hell is rain going to stop,’ if you are in mumbai or delhi or in some metros…don’t forget that you are in the safety and security of some cozy flats with all the necessary furniture at ur disposal. Yet you don’t know what to do. You are at the receiving end of the fury of nature….panic buttons will be jammed… Now, imagine the life of these simple people in some remote village here. One wonders if they have a one-room or two-room hut. The roof over the family consisting of 7- 8 members is not even supported by iron bars. The leaves and hay provide them the ‘comfort’ that people from city know not….yet they are as comfortable as they can be when there is no rain…no complains, no grumbling… They still listen to the frogs croon and the crickets cry, if not for some birds….. They are not rattled by the fury of nature – is it fury of nature? For you and me it can be….. That’s the difference….
June 19 a differnt life...The sun sneaking out from the slumber eliminating darkness
And him dying in the Far East painting the sky crimson The flowers that wake up in the morning spreading joy And gone in the evening leaving us in gloom The drops of rain that crashing down giving life And the torrents that spread doom and death The brook that whispers and caress little pebbles And the floods that roars and uproots mansions The stars, the sun, the moon, the rain, the trees, flowers, birds, stones and waters and all that are there for a purpose, and they all tell us that
we are still alive and therefore rejoice!
But who has time? Who has time in this maddening world to celebrate life?
well, deepu does have reason to conclude that there are people who observe n enjoy every moment and movement of life.... the local people in the village he s currently settled gives enuf of that... May 29 you have it in you...Once a hunter reared a dozen eaglets. As the chicks grew up, feathers covered the little ones and began hopping around, he cut the wings of a few of them so that they wouldn’t fly high, but would peck around clearing the ground. He caged some others that he could see them always. However, he let free a couple of them to sore high in the sky to realize their potential as he thought they were capable of that – not the others though. Years passed by, the hunter grew old and he wanted to set free all his by-now-grown up eagles. To his dismay, the ones whose wings he had clipped regularly continued to hop around even when their wings had grown fully. Those in the cage never attempted to fly though they were free to. Hence, he branded them useless and never bothered to care for them thereafter.
Most of the time, the hidden potential in an individual dies with the person as s/he is never in the group of that privileged lot who the hunter thought could fly high. Call it pre-arranged anatomy of the universe or simply the law of nature or due to imprudence and egocentricity, branded and with a tarnished self-image we move around carrying the burden of The dream never dreamt, The ambition never realized, The goal never reached, The song never sung. We live in a society that upholds and highlights the achievements and personality of a select few however negligent may be the contribution they make. The majority is left out in the dark to stagger and falter even if there are gems among them. Why? They are not all supposed to fly high. Does the hunted has the freedom to hunt the hunter? The line between destiny and reality is mythical, mysterious and fragile. The day we shatter the bulwarks of this vicious line we would make progress by leaps and bounds.
May 20 some experince...Experience the best teacher! Who is experience’s teacher? Who knows! Lessons learnt are no more lesions, are they? Whats more worth noting, value of lesions or their relevance? What if the experience only fetches me the narcist nerve to inflict harm and see the downfall of other? One of the greatest lessons in life is to learn not to do what one likes but to like what one has to do. Not every goal will be fully achieved. Not every job will end successfully. Not every relationship will endure. Not every hope will come to pass. Not every love will last. Not every endeavor will be completed. Not every dream will be realized. But when you fall short of your aim, perhaps you can say, "Yes, but look at what I found along the way! Look at the wonderful things which have come into my life because I tried to do something!" Not everything u want would see the light of the day, does that leave you desp and screwed up? Well, if you decide so. Change comes to us at all stages of our lives. Sometimes we welcome it, but most of the time we put on an unwelcoming note. No river ever flowed that didn’t at times burst its banks and take a new course. nor did you step into any river twice! Look at the reeds…they know the art of swinging and enjoying life. There is no point in being stiff and being broken! do they have some experience??
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