Just be in harmony with Nature

The white capped waves came dancing & spread at the shore. White clouds floated in the sky’s immense blueness. The reddish sun and its slanting golden rays fell on the light orange sand. Some white pebbles that lay on the sand-bed twinkled. The beach acquired a golden colour and the people moving there looked livelier and more radiant.

At a little distance a little boy was constructing a temple in sand. A big wave came and washed away the sand-temple. The wave went into the sea and soon came another wave. But there was no sand construction to wash away.  The boy gave a penetrating look into the sea-waves. He put his little hands on his waist and paused a while. Now he amazingly sped up his little hands and constructed a new temple for each wave to wash it away. He would construct a new temple with each wash by the mighty waves. He now played with the waves. The waves and the boy’s dexterous hand-movements, synchronized so well that the activity became an enjoyable game.

The sun looked smilingly at the playful boy and with its last rays reminded the boy that he should go home for his evening studies. The boy waved a hand to the waves and walked away……..And the footprints of the boy on the washed up sands wrote, “Life is a game and adversities makes the Life-game more interesting. Just be in harmony with Nature.”

Sparrows in an empty house

A father was sitting with eyes closed but from the corners of his eyes some irresistible tear drops glistened. Outward tears were the visible outgrowth of an inward tempest. Behind his so silent, calm and contemplative figure, there boiled up some excruciating emptiness of not finding his loved child by his side. He sat alone and the house was gloomily silent. He was a father and his lovely and cute baby, who babbled and was giggling inquisitively to know the complexities of the world, had been snatched from him by the mother. The father and mother could not stay together.  What was the conflict? Why did the father live like a withered, leafless plant?

                                                         

The silence of the empty heart and also the empty house broke with chirping of a pair of house sparrows. The bird-couple fluttered happily in and around the house and started weaving a nest at the ventilator in one corner. It was their season. They worked in perfect unison and the nest was ready for another new creature to take form. Their growth and living was free from ego, free from criticizing, free from ignoring the other……….

And the happy birds’ nest was built in the empty house where the intelligent couple of human beings could not live together.

Failure is delay but not defeat.....I learnt it today (In theory). I hope life will teach this lesson truly with a real positive change in me. 

The evening was silent but before night would thickly cover the earth, Mr and Mrs Bhanja came and the atmosphere of my lonely house was animated. I learnt "Man is an animal but a social one." 

The only hotel on which I depend in Govindapally was closed and the idea of eating out died with it. Good neighbors are remembered at such times. Mushroom curry and aladi fry were imported from sairam's and  I took my dinner after I prepared roti. Good neighbors are at their best when the local hotel is closed. 

Another important lesson I learnt from life is NEVER BERATE NOR DEFAME AN INDIVIDUAL BEFORE OTHERS.

Pen in between the lips

In pre-computer days when a writer found his mind empty, he would bite his pen and helped himself/herself stir his/her imagination to produce some stuff of lasting impression. Pen in between lips and a beating heart used to splash the colours of life on paper. But, now when we press on the keypads to draw our feelings we have nothing like pens to bite. Our writings now lose that close physical proximity and those magical love-bites. Previously, the pen used to configure a handwriting which was unique to the writer but now the use of keypads can at best change the fonts, which are always definite in shape and style and so monotonous. Pen worked with the elements of both mind and body. But with the keypads the elements of body are greatly transformed into some electronic signals. So, can we hope that with advancement of science we will be able to write more electrifying or electric stuff?

when next time we toil in the gym

(People say we remember God when we are in trouble. But today I prayed and thanked God even when I was not in trouble. I prayed God because I saw an old and decrepit man in great physical discomfort in the local hospital and I thanked God because I am blessed with HEALTH and GOOD PHYSIQUE.)

If you want to realize the value of good health, then please take an hour and stand in front of a medical. You can easily understand how fortunate you are when you are in good health.

Fitness centers, gyms and health clubs are presently in vogue. Youngsters are extremely fitness conscious. Dieting, regular exercise and no fats are the catch words for them. However, all these fitness trends among the youths emerge from their deep-seated desire to look glamorous and sexy. It is never bad to look fit and fine. Everyone should look his/her best. But my point is that how many of the young boys and girls are interested to keep themselves fit so that they can take up nation building activities. How many young boys/girls develop their strength and stamina to help the society untiringly? We, the young people of India, need a focus change. We shall be health conscious not to allure the opposite sex but to serve our nation with a fit body.

So this time onwards let us feel it and motivate ourselves when next time we toil in the gym.