Changing Lives

Life’s introspection comes with its tell- tale woes and bereavement. It can either be a wrong thought, a relationship turned sour or appreciation of the karma theory in silent suffering. Nevertheless its functional prowess, charm an grandeur is dependent on the ability to resolve, suffer, surrender.

My friend had been into a matrimonial episode where the fiend of a gentleman took away the blossoming charisma that is so becoming of a newly-wed. Tension wrought out the clumsy interior of a hapless human being who for no rhyme or reason chastised my friend. Times calculated a karma theory in action and gave the necessary integrity and outrageousness to force law to comply.

The hybrid causes of tolerance and servitude is a result of wanton compromise. If the outcome is not going to work out with criticism or self effort then the best way out is to keep the tongue from wagging, for, truth will take its own time to deliver. It does take a Anna Hazare 70 years of time to come out of the cocoon of self annihilation and mental bruise. Nevertheless the atrocities need be borne for the sake of the general lot and better outcome. 

There had been times when good thought and good actions forced me to take up activities that could trigger the creative generator to supply a continuous flow of precious ideas in the young lot. It glowed in their eyes and bestowed on them the confidence to act and for some, to react at their laziness. However, it went awry when the superior lot failed to heed a suggestion and following a rebuke for not having acted accordingly, punctured my hope and appreciation. I resolved not to affect disinterested people with my creative gift and took it with enthusiasm, for a better lot is always out there to set things to function. The young ones have qualified for the state level for a science project and that is no news to me.

There are many who experiment  on the real  and pretend to mask their belief system with philosophical vagaries that neither had roots in philosophy nor fiction. All for the sake of hiding their idiosyncracies. There is no harm to express love in the most explicit terms in a very simple way. There is no pity in confessing guilt. There is no bitterness in expressing one’s hurt sentiments so as to associate others, to make space avail for themselves.

For a long time my friend couldn’t tell out the tender feelings he felt for his friend. The result was that, the other hurt his sentiments unknowingly and went on with someone else for good. I’ve seen people in Facebook, who post common-place philosophy copy pasted from elsewhere to invite comments. On one occasion, I found that the user friend of mine failed to respond to the comments that required affirmation or ‘likes’ and written exchanges as well. On having made a mention of that as a response, others agreed but the user didn’t. The user must have obviously forgotten. Sad, that I don’t remember the post.

The gravity in thought word and deed is as powerful as faith and Faith can move mountains. The consequences, whatever they may be, are results borne of similar collective thoughts and are bound to change. Change is constant and so are our principles and faith. There’s no reason to make room for outrageous  behavior or toxic comments to make hurt sentiments appear justified. In the book Conversations with God by Neale Donald Walsche, Neale goes on to clarify how one thing is related to the other and the present action, or profile of us and situations meted ou, are nothing but reflections of our past. Considering this, it’s important to count on the faith, that there were people who saw us through rough times  once and the same  is expected of us now.

The problem is, we crib when we see our material comforts torn away by a need to secure the general welfare . It may be in terms of taking up activities with the sense of duty or detachment. There is one friend of mine who has a child needing extra care and attention till normalcy sets at around some later stage in life. She has accepted her fate and has worked, is working and has developed a general sympathy for others as well, so much so that she tutored, organized workshops to spread the need. She is meant to act thus and has given her birth and existence a name, a significance. Another  friend of mine, used to toil 12 hrs a day to satisfy the desire to improve, in dyslexic kids who were teased by their  classmates. As a special education teacher she felt for them, their needs and this brought her closer to them. Necessarily one may not have to undergo a similar kind of an encounter /event to act for a general cause.

We mourn the death of a singer, a doctor, a scientist, a star with little or no concern unless we feel the immensity of the impact they have created or until and unless we have mentally tied our knots and sentiments with them. 

What goes around comes around. This age old adage bears testimony to the fact that life will continue no matter what it absorbs on the way. It will continue to reflect the past in the future and present so long as we keep our eyes shut, ears closed to all that has happened earlier. The trick lies in pushing the button of our common sense to emancipate ourselves from what we were by embracing change without changing all that is good in us.