WHAT IS IMPORTANT? MONEY OR PERCEPTION?

Life is all about living and enjoying, knowing people, exploring the stuff around us and living peacefully. That’s how one would want to live a life. Alas, it is not happening. Everyone is living their life to earn money, thinking they will use it optimally and happily. A father wants to make money for securing his children life. A businessman makes money to lead a successful life. But this is what you call a successful life. For the time being, let us think differently.

A father earns money not to run his family and fulfil the basic needs, but would increase the desire to gain money, so that extra could be saved for their children’s future. Every father wants their children to be talented, mature, knowledgeable, and successful. Well, if it is so, then they can earn their money and spend it well. No need to save the money if you are confident about your children. The mind that you are using to earn money for them actually should be implemented in thinking how to make them well behaved and talented person. If they possess these all qualities, definitely they are going to make what one wishes. Let us change our perception and mindset. Saving for children would actually increase your desire for earning money and sometimes makes you avarice.

Secondly, a business person has a mindset of developing and expanding his business. They always think in the direction of expanding and gaining profits. At the end of the day, there is very few business person who leads successful life (definition of successful doesn’t involve to be rich by wealth, but to be rich in health and mind). Many big tycoons who have gained fame have gone out of control, couldn’t manage to handle it, and lead an unhappy life. I am here to make you understand that it is not money that makes you happy, it is your perception that makes you lead a peaceful and more joyous life.

Now, it doesn’t mean that you should stop running after the money. But, you need shouldn’t exceed your desire which converts into greediness. Money is necessary, but giving it a prime importance, is just an illusion which makes you think that you are happy, but actually not.

Perception depends on upon the nature and characteristic of a person. One may say that he is looser as he lost the game; while other says it was his hard luck. The different between the two is quite understood. The first person has negativity filled in his body, and other is antithetical. Diversified thoughts and positivity help you overcome negativity, and transcend the unboxed truth of the life.

A LETTER TO SON BY A FATHER

Dear son,

                Happy birthday to you.  Today is your 18th birthday, and I was waiting for this day. Not because I wanted to throw a big grand surprise party for you nor I wanted to put any responsibilities on your shoulders. I know you were expecting some grand celebration, and now you will think what weirdest gift your father has given to you. You must be expecting some expensive materialistic thing….but my dear, this is priceless. When you have grown up to a legal age, I choose to give you little piece of advice from my experiences.

                  My dear, you always joked that I love your sister more than you or I have been tougher on you. Yes, because she has got a special place in my heart. Then you….what about you..right..?? if they have got a special place in my heart then you are a piece of my heart, my dear. And I always wanted that a piece of my heart never breaks. And so I always tried to make it stronger..to make you responsible…that was not my toughness..that was my affection..my care..my tenderness..my way of loving..my love.. for you.  I always want to see you growing… see you blooming. You will not understand the feeling of being the father my dear. You don’t know how special did I feel when you entered this world…when you came in my life..when I took you in my arms for the first time..a tiny baby not even the size of my palms sleeping peacefully in my arms. That feeling I wish I could tell you in words. When I touched you for the first time that sense of victory that you are my blood, my son, my child, my possession and that happiness was priceless. You don’t know my son..you don’t. I feel the happiest when I recall this feeling. You are the one who made me more responsible for making me a father. You have made me little more sensitive and little tougher. In your childhood when you were sitting on my shoulders…roaming  around the park. I was enjoying lot..a lot more than you. When you fell from your bicycle and got a wound on your knee…your mother asked you to get aided, and I asked you not to stop and continue with your cycle ride. Because your mom wants to save you from all the pains, and I, want to prepare you for all the pains. When you won the small-big competition in your school, I was the happiest…you would not know what a good feeling it is to see your child…doing good..your seed coming out as a plant. And know when my plant is ready to take out its new branches…to get converted into a tree. I want that tree to hold sweet fruits along with glossy green leaves. I want you to be a gentle person along with a successful person. So here I want to tell you the reality of life..magic of nature and your role in this whole play.

           My dear, you will find many types of people in your path…some are there to lift you up, and some are there to pull you down. You won’t always get a plain simple path..you may come across some thorns too….and this is where the real test of your life lies my dear. You have to decide and recognize what is right for you and what is not. All these  is very ambiguous. It is not that you will always make right decisions…failure may cross your path..but remember..this should affect you positively…learn from the failures…remember failures are always your best teacher….everything and everyone will teach you what to do and how to do…but the only failure will teach you what not to do. Always stay focused….enjoy your life to the fullest but never get deviated from your goals. Always  give your best..no matter how small the thing is! Never give up on someone or something you love my dear….the path may be uphill and the battle may be tough but..giving up is permanent. Seeing you on heights will make me the most blessed person. I will take pride of being called by your name my dear.

           Amidst all these…do not forget about your inner growth and satisfaction. Always be satisfied..that does not mean you will not grow further … or what you have is enough…it means you will be patient enough for the things to come. You may sometimes feel shattered or broken and feel like crying…cry it out my dear..its always okay to cry…but its never okay to run from the thing. You will get many people advising you…giving their opinion about you…and you have to hear those…but do what u feel right. What your heart says…and what is correct…its in your hands..what to believe and what not to…never underestimate yourself…always have faith in you…and always trust yourself…because if you will not, then who, my dear..? find a life partner…who does not just give you all the happiness but always be your strength in your weak days..and encourage you for the better one. In front of whom you can cry on your sunny days and can dance with on your shiny days….find friends who will always be there with you….if they can not bring you happiness…they will surely reduce your pain.if you are happy doing what you love having the people you love around you…then you are the richest person, my dear,,. A happy heart and home filled with love..make them your assets and always keep them safe.Never hurt anyone’s emotions or anyone’s feeling…and always respect others. Mistakes happen in life…everyone does some…but never lessen your trust from yourself…or never get under confident….try to correct your mistake. Never cover your mistake….remember, Mistakes are always forgivable if one has the courage to accept them. Never forget the people who ever helps you. You have just got one life…live it rightfully…enjoy to the fullest … don’t forget your existence in this world is for some reason….and give the reason for your existence…give meaning to your life. This world is full of nice people…and if you don’t find one, be one.

          

         You will not understand all the things I said …but try to…inculcate this in your life…whenever you are confused..and you are in any dilemma..read this out and try to find the correct answer.  You had always made me proud..even when you were in your mother’s womb. You have always given me the reason to smile, a reason to be proud of. You must know your father will always be with you..no matter what. You must know that I will watch over you…will protect you and will love you even after I am gone..because you are still my baby. I love you son..today..tomorrow..and forever…happy birthday once again.

                                                                                                          -Your Father

         

STRENGTH V/S WEEKNESS

                     Today was a Sunday morning. I woke up and after getting refreshed and getting done with gardening, I was all set on my chair with a mug of coffee and newspaper. I was going through the newspaper and was sipping my coffee. I was going through the news of terrorism and corruption and criminal stuff. Then my eyes fell on the really amazing news. It was about one amputee. It was about how he manages to do his daily work on his own. His daily work included each and everything like us. How he use to prepare his food on his own, how he use to make his livelihood. He was a painter…yes, you read it right...he was a painter. He was making paintings by placing pencil and painting brush between his toes. He was not different in any way other than physical appearance then normal people. One thing told by him was really something that instigated me to think upon this. He told that sometimes he is being asked that looking at his paintings no one can say that it was made by amputee….so if u were normal human u could have been an even greater painter. To which he replies calmly…that he is in this position only because he is an amputee. He further said, that if I were normal I might had not put this much effort in my work or rather I did not need to. And being amputee I needed to put some extra efforts and that what really coloured my life and not just my paintings. My weakness made me stronger and my defect added an effect to my painting.

                     

                           These last two lines of him  My weakness made me stronger and my defect added an effect to my painting..made me ponder over it. Like seriously what is our weakness..?? have our strengths became our weakness..?? or what is actually our strength or weakness is..?? or do we ever make an effort to overcome our weakness..?? or do we realize the strength of our strength..?? do value what we have got or keep running after what we have not..? I was under a chaotic condition. Actually, the problem is we are very good in looking at the negative side of everything and ignoring its positive side. We are so busy at looking in low or bad things that we miss out on the really good things. Like if we are blessed with  a good family..who is always there with you in your thicks and thins but we are busy thinking I could have been at some other place if my father had done this or had not done this. We could have been really richer. Here we fail to look at our strength and busy making a thing our weakness or low point which is not actually a weakness.This example does not go with everyone..but here it is the subject of human psychology. We don’t really have that many real weakness compared to the weakness we invoke. We are never grateful  for what we have got and always keep complaining about what we have not. If we have got something bad…we want something good..if we have got something good..we desire for better..when we get better…we wish for best…n this best remains best till someone else gets the same after that best will fall down to d good category. The point is we never care about what we have. What we have, is only our strength. infect we are busy making our strengths our weakness. For example, if u got a degree of MBA from a good college and you are not getting a job n you are employed…then you are offered a job as an accountant…so you will not accept it because MBA student can’t work as an accountant. So he still remains unemployed. So is your degree here is your strength or weakness??? We are normal human being so we don’t have a value of ourselves being normal. Do we have value of our eyes..our limbs or our hearing capability..?? no, we are not blind..or lame or deaf..so why to value them..?? right..?? well, this are the greatest strength one can have.

                                         It is very sad to know that it is generally a loss which teaches the value of the thing. So the greatest strength is positive attitude..satisfaction and hard work. Because your life is only as good as your mindset.

HUMAN OR ANGEL?

It was around 5:45 a.m. early in dawn when the sun was about to swell out its shine. Everyone was sleeping and was about to wake up, but on a fine day, I woke up early somehow (and that became my memories). I was ploughing the field early in the morning at my place and all of sudden a shadow appears on the field. I thought the shadow is of mine so I ignore to pay attention towards it. But, as the sun started to throw some of its beautiful, glossy light, the shadow that was prevailing before now has turn to “shadows”. Yes! I thought how can a shadow be segregated? And, eventually, I suddenly realize that someone besides me is present on the field that is gently following me. It looks odd one. The one shadow that I saw was having two hands, a plough in his hand, a head and legs. I understood that it was of mine. But, another that I saw was somewhat scary. Neither it has hands matching to a human being nor does it look like a human. I was internally scared, and frightened. But that was the moment of not being scary. I gently move on with my work and started walking on towards my home. I was wondering every now and then, that who could he be or she or it? All of sudden the shadow disappears and I internally started to cherish that moment. I was the little bit perplexed about it disappearance and I paused, closing my eyes, cherishing it as I was totally crumbled. Finally, with a hope that everything is fine, I slowly opened up my eyes and I was surprised.

          A tall (not taller than me) creature, probably having longer hands than legs, body different than human being, having no nose to breathe stood in front of me. It seems to be the dream but, of course, I wouldn't be funny during that time. I was totally frightened. I was literally shaking and that was a daunting moment. Hundreds and thousands of questions arose in my mind like: Who is he/she/it? Where did it come from? Who the hell is he? What is he doing here? Gradually it turned into a daunting and horrifying moment.

I thought not to unnerve myself and made my conscience strong. I gently asked “Who are you, dear? He replied me: “I am no one”. I heard such answer for the first time. I asked him (considering him a male species): “What do you want and from where did you come from?” “I don’t want anything and I came from nowhere.” He said. I was surprised by his answer. How could it be possible one replying such ridiculous and meaningless answer? Gradually I was unnerving myself as the conversation runs. I asked him to drink water and he drinks it. He has the same mouth as we human being has. He thanked me by, putting his hands on mine. I feel very well as he puts up his hand on mine. It reminds me of my grandfather who was doing the same when I hand a glass of water to him. I asked him:”What will you do now and why are you here?” He replies: “I don’t have any aim, let’s not discuss it and let’s talk some time”. I agreed. The conversation starts and I was gradually becoming happy. He told me few magical stories and those stories were not out of range, all stories somehow relating to some of the incidents that took place in our life when my grandfather was alive. I was a little bit confused and was trying to know him well and his identity in between, but he always change the flow and I failed to do so. At last, he said:”It was lovely talking to you. It reminds me my old days and I refreshed my old journey. Thank you for giving your precious time”. I being emotional, replied:”It was so good to talk to you. Thank you for having such playful conversation.” Throughout the conversation, it puts me in dilemma to judge whether he is my grandfather or not. But I restrict myself to think more as it was some other species. Finally, he waved his hand saying goodbye. I too see him off and he suddenly disappears. It was a splendid moment talking to him. Moving on towards home, I think and cherish those lovely moments. I don’t know whether he was my grandfather or not. I don’t know whether he intentionally came here or not. The only thing I knew is it reminds me of my grandfather. I lived some of the healthy moments once again. I got a chance to do so and that turned into memories. Throughout the life, i don’t know whether we will meet again or not, but I will always pray to bring back those lovely moments.