The scene is set at another of those gloomy or rather call it blore'ish evening's, I see all my apprehensions on work ruining my evening
plans fading away err ....!!!!, much to my delight.With every pending task being dismissed with a click of the send button, and my superiour oblidging
to all the answers that i had to give him ,with a gentle nod of his head in full approval .Puffed up i was , all set to kick of on my 'exended week-end' trip back home.
I could smell the uncetainity in the air ... quiet litrally ...... the heaven's had stayed silent long enough without intervention ... and up there they looked as though
shaded by brush strokes..... shades that god has reserved for blore ,inching to pour down waiting for the devine nod.
In the hope that the clouds would hold on aleast until i reached my room or the 'greedy me' wanted it to hold on all the way to the station .thats quiet an
unfair wish , in a place like blore where commuting has a whole diff 'time' dimention to it.A place where the average space a man occupies when he comutes on
is the size of a car (a sedane) and where fashion is synonymous to settinling for no less than going Kirkwood .At times i have found myself peeping in to find the commuter , who is usually a person who's physical dimentions are no way in proportion
to the mode of transport.I dare ,not to question them on this , fearing to hear the most dreaded answer , that of their 'human rights' being questioned. I see the lack of intent
to care for the society while we plan for our well being.
In todays times , when we claim to have fast-pased our life and to have surged ahead, we seem to have lost focus of out pusuite , or should i say of what
our pursuite is supposed to be. A changes i believe is requied when there is a need for one , a need to change say an existing system which does not deliver , but change has
become synonymous to changing times.and when that happens we end up loosing out to the change rather than gaining from it.An what have we lost from the recent
string of changes , well in the the persuit of simplyfying actions , we have lost the essence of the what it was in practices for ,in the first place .. havn't we ? A lot of
this has to do with the basic understanding of our lives. It all comes down to doing simple things rite.
The fruit of a successful completion of a task is in its completeness , and we get here only when we have a complete undertanding of why it is performed.That explains
the unsuccessful completion of all the tasks that we do. So all such situations should ring alarm bells in us which should help us realize the root cause of the problem and not surprisingly ,
in most cases we will find ourselves to blame for the consequences of our action.Beleive me .... if only every ine starts to practice this ... there would be absolutely no confusion.U will
not go around advocating ur point , coz it gets solved within you .You put yourselves under the scanner and look at it in the light of other circumstances.
That was from an idealistic perspective , and we have a long way to travel in this direction to even envision the bueaty of the fruits , it bears.
plans fading away err ....!!!!, much to my delight.With every pending task being dismissed with a click of the send button, and my superiour oblidging
to all the answers that i had to give him ,with a gentle nod of his head in full approval .Puffed up i was , all set to kick of on my 'exended week-end' trip back home.
I could smell the uncetainity in the air ... quiet litrally ...... the heaven's had stayed silent long enough without intervention ... and up there they looked as though
shaded by brush strokes..... shades that god has reserved for blore ,inching to pour down waiting for the devine nod.
In the hope that the clouds would hold on aleast until i reached my room or the 'greedy me' wanted it to hold on all the way to the station .thats quiet an
unfair wish , in a place like blore where commuting has a whole diff 'time' dimention to it.A place where the average space a man occupies when he comutes on
is the size of a car (a sedane) and where fashion is synonymous to settinling for no less than going Kirkwood .At times i have found myself peeping in to find the commuter , who is usually a person who's physical dimentions are no way in proportion
to the mode of transport.I dare ,not to question them on this , fearing to hear the most dreaded answer , that of their 'human rights' being questioned. I see the lack of intent
to care for the society while we plan for our well being.
In todays times , when we claim to have fast-pased our life and to have surged ahead, we seem to have lost focus of out pusuite , or should i say of what
our pursuite is supposed to be. A changes i believe is requied when there is a need for one , a need to change say an existing system which does not deliver , but change has
become synonymous to changing times.and when that happens we end up loosing out to the change rather than gaining from it.An what have we lost from the recent
string of changes , well in the the persuit of simplyfying actions , we have lost the essence of the what it was in practices for ,in the first place .. havn't we ? A lot of
this has to do with the basic understanding of our lives. It all comes down to doing simple things rite.
The fruit of a successful completion of a task is in its completeness , and we get here only when we have a complete undertanding of why it is performed.That explains
the unsuccessful completion of all the tasks that we do. So all such situations should ring alarm bells in us which should help us realize the root cause of the problem and not surprisingly ,
in most cases we will find ourselves to blame for the consequences of our action.Beleive me .... if only every ine starts to practice this ... there would be absolutely no confusion.U will
not go around advocating ur point , coz it gets solved within you .You put yourselves under the scanner and look at it in the light of other circumstances.
That was from an idealistic perspective , and we have a long way to travel in this direction to even envision the bueaty of the fruits , it bears.
