Youth: They are not useless, they are using less

Yes, that’s what I feel about ourselves.

There are abundant resources out there for us to explore, to experiment, to risk, to taste and finally to take a plunge.

But we are still using only the fewest of these resources…and yet we are blaming on the irrelevant, temporary and unnecessary things.

The universe has abundant resources out of which we are using the bare minimum.

I think it’s high time that we take notice of this disease and cure it.

Before shouting “I don’t have enough resources” lets question ourselves “what on earth is that we lack” or “what’s stopping us from reaching our dreams”

All this boils down to one thing: We love blaming rather than doing.

I think we are mentally far more lazy than we seem to be.

We are lazy to find resources which exist all around us.

Even when we find them we are lazy to use them.

Forget the resources, we are damn lazy to tackle even our own laziness.

Before these things cloud our dreams…

Lets step into our very own brain and trash out all the clutter and lets ponder about all the good things ‘present’ around us…

Hence I say youth: they are not useless, they are using less.

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Core 2 Crust

There are very few people around us who can attract a lot of attention towards themselves. Of course this might not be their intention, but they can hook people to them for long. We call them charismatic. I always wondered whats in them that others lack. Gradually the secret unfolded to me. It’s in their core. All the charismatic people are beautiful at the core. It’s not that they act, but its all in this one fact. The beauty which is at their core reflects and surfaces to the crust and radiates through their actions. So don’t try to act smartness, try to cultivate it at the core. The rest follows…

Before it’s too late…

Many people live a false life. They love one thing but will work for another. Some know it in the heart,  Some never reveal it. Some repent later. But it’s a fact. Wake up!! because it would be too late if you put your ladder against the wrong wall. You may have climbed few rungs and now you have to come down and put the ladder to the right wall and start everything from the scratch. But the juice is worth the squeeze. Before making your problem too complex question yourself “Is my ladder against the right wall?” Don’t cheat yourself. You have just one life.

Which One is Yours?

There are always two scenarios that prevail in the existence: Things which are in our hand and things which aren’t. In other sense things which can be changed easily and the rest which never change even after your umpteen efforts. Wise are those who understand the difference between the two. Fools are those who fluctuate between the two.

Choice over Voice

Gossips, the world’s noise

But Silence, our inner choice

Difficulties, the god’s noise

But action, our wiser choice

Home

They are the pigeons. Both the partners love each other so much. They have recently hatched a baby pigeon. Their nest is located at the small pipe hole at the top floor of the city apartment. The constant rising heat of the sun is making their hatchlings die even before breaking out from the egg. But this time both the parents were very fortunate, they were blessed with the baby pigeon.

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Both of them struggled a lot to keep the baby alive. Their efforts became fruitful. The baby is growing up. One day a curious little kid living in the apartment tried to venture near the nest. He saw this little pigeon and got excited.He tried to catch it. As the little pigeon is flightless, it has no defense against such threats. Her parent got tensed by seeing their little baby being robbed by the kid, but they were helpless.

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But luckily, the kid kept the baby pigeon safely back in the nest.

As the baby started growing, she asked several questions to her parents.

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One day the baby asked her mother “Mom, Why are we here?” the mother replied “This is our home, that’s why we are here”

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“What is a home?” asked the baby again. “A home is where love and comfort is” replied the mother.

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“I agree that I receive loads of love from you and dad but I feel very uncomfortable here” said the baby pigeon.

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“I understand why you are feeling like that, that kid would have killed you, but luckily you are safe”

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“Why don’t we move to a safer place, mom” the baby asked.

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“There is no safe place on this planet” replied the mother.

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“Then, how did our ancestors lived and where would they have taken their shelter? I heard nice stories about them” said the baby with excitement.

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“Our ancestors too used to live here in the very same place. But all this place is a big thick forest back then. There were no buildings, there is no pollution, no humans, no destruction. Our ancestors used to live happily with all the greenery around. The only enemies for us are the snakes, but as we lived together as big family group, our strong soldiers used to irritate the snakes until they left the nest. So most of the time they lived happily”

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The baby curiously asked “But what happened to us?”

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“Humans have destroyed our home to construct their homes and factories to make their living” answered the mother

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“Why did they do that?” questioned the baby

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“Human population got increased. As they need to accommodate their greed, they took our homes. and now we became their discomfort.” replied the mother.

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the baby asked “But how did we survive all these generations?”

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The mother said “Our numbers are reduced to thousands and they are declining rapidly even now. Here only the strongest survive. We adapted to the changing needs of the humans. We tried to get the grains from far away fields. Apart from that there are a few good human beings too. they feed us constantly with the grains at some places. So I visit those places to sustain the family.”

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The baby understood the whole story. Now she was lost in her own thoughts.

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Perhaps she might be planning to fight for her true home.

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Blah Blah Blah…

She always keeps talking and she considers it a gift. The moment she enters the cab she begins the talk with her household quarrels, neighborhood envious stories and ends with office rumors. She is an expert in preparing cocktails or shall I say talktails. She mixes the right kind of ingredients to make the talk spicy not only in appearance but also in taste. No one dares to stop her continuous blah blah blah.

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In fact, she never allows any gaps in the discussion. She never knew what she is missing. She is missing all the knowledge, all the wisdom the world has to offer. Because she stopped listening to people, her ears were clogged with the mess.

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Listening is a such a skill, that allows us to grow as individuals. It opens new pastures for us to learn and digest. Mother Nature has given her ample opportunities to teach her this important lesson of listening.

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Her parents warned her to stop the negative talk. Her husband gave a hint that this is leading to hell. But she often ignored them and sometimes even neglected.

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Every time someone gave a hint of her nonstop nonsense, she used to justify that people love her because she entertains them with the talk.

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She couldn’t identify the difference but gradually all her friends got reduced in numbers. People understood the impact of her negative talk.

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Her talk is like a virus. At first a person gets attracted by her dramatized talk. Slowly and unknowingly, this person becomes a constant listener, indirectly encouraging her to continue her nonsense. And then –one fine day– the listener realizes that her talk is taking him to hell. If the person is smart enough, he quits the relationship immediately.

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As people around her showed her the bitter truth by their absence, she slowly understood where all this is leading. Now she recollected her family’s warnings about her talk. But even now she took this change in her friends’ behavior as just a pause, a flash in the pan.

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That night she got a dream. Her little son has now become an youngster in her dream. He started blaming her for all she had done to him. He blamed her that she hasn’t taught her the good manners of how to talk to others and how to talk about others. Her 21 year old son has got the same problem now and his friends too hated him. In the dream, her grown up son chided her for upbringing him in such a nasty way.

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She woke up in the middle of the night to this strange nightmare. She cried and understood the mistake she is committing all these days. Her husband consoled her. Her 3 year old son is in deep sleep. She looked at her little child with love and warmth. She promised to herself that night that she never talks negatively about anyone. Her dream made her realize the truth.

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She kept her promise, forever.

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