Realisation

This time a poem inspired by the great Guru ...

A common man walking silently past Chaupati beach in Mumbai

Where the mind is full of crap and the head is mocking high!
Where the knowledge is free; only on the Internet.
Where confidence is been broken up into fragments by callous political thoughts.
Where words come out from depth of greed.
Where people do everything to cut you down.
Where reason has lost its way into malicious ways of daily life.
Where mind is forced to, make-believe notions ...

Into that heaven of realization, my Father, let my country awake!

What to do ...?

Sitting idle can be a breather for those maintaining busy schedules. It gives them time to evaluate, ponder or ... just be with yourself ... a Sunday afternoon with beer or coffee or whatever suites best for the place and situation.

How about workaholics! Do they enjoy times doing nothing (productive?)

‘Sitting idle’ can be really irritating for them ... their work is their companion – but I’m not discussing them.

The question is ... what about those, who don’t have nothing much to do?

Unemployed perhaps ...

How about people who are dysfunctional?

Are you thinking about physically or the mentally challenged?  ...

No! Not them.

It is physically and mentally challenging for people who are in and out of jobs, those who aren’t permanent and neither temporary, those who don’t have the luxury of keeping social circles, go shopping, movies, restaurants ... crack till 3 in the AM. Such people can be labeled ... 'Morons'. [Nerds and geeks are different.]

‘Sitting idle’ can be a menopause, before they start ovulating eggs of (material) productivity. It’s hard: a challenge to maintain one’s relevance in this World.

What should such individuals do while sitting idle?

[Write a blog?]

Never mind :p

I can write at lengths about how to spend productive and quality time (sitting idle) but I won’t (sound preachy i.e.)

Is the blog ... plain and simple about ‘What to do when sitting idle?’

I wonder, why there’s a comment box just after this :p

Thanks for being with my thoughts.

Thanks again.

Yours is better than mine

So many of us loved eating; others tiffin when in school. Even I did. In fact I threw what mommy made to the crows and kites (those were the days!)

Generically speaking one can’t stop adoring; what he or she wears, eats, goes, their friends, their way of talking … in fact their whole blessed Life looks way better! You’ll never stop charming … ‘What a lucky bastard he (or she) is!’ What begins during days of innocence carries well till maturity.

One stays on with self guilt carrying year after year.

Am I complaining? …

Did you …

Is there a way to come out of this guilt?

How?

It took me years.

Over the years, I saw people without hands, legs … physical distortions carrying on with their lives — challenging themselves every day, every hour … every moment. How to board a bus? Catch a train. Walk up the stairs. Bend down to pick up things. Buying groceries; from the market. Cooking food. Sending kids to school — they do everything we do!

Can they complain?

It ain’t that simple to put everything neatly about life — its atrocities and misgivings and also … solutions! What one knows is fraction of the entirety. In spite overt complications, life of such (unfortunate) people goes on.

It is from them I try to draw my inspiration.

Fighting ones destiny is the greatest challenge!

GOD never said it can’t be changed.

SO BE IT.




PS: If you feel, I could've written more ... do indicate.
Thanks.