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Tuesday, June 25, 2013

Can You Love The One Who...

There’s one in you who’s sweet. 
There’s one in you who’s mean.
Can you love them both?
Can you let them both be seen?

Can you love the one who tries? 
And love her when she fails?
Can you love the one who lies?
And love the one who wails?

Can you love your tears?
Can you love your worry?
Can you love your darkest fears?
Can you love your fury?

Can you love indifference?
Love the one who clings? 
Can you love the vibrant one?
Love the one who sings?

Can you love your addict?
Can you love your thief?
Can you love your vanity?
Can you love your grief?

Can you love your inner child?
And your body as you age?
Can you love your wild side? 
Release her from her cage?
Can you love the one fulfilled? 
And the one who’s not?

Can you love the one who’s chilled?
And whose temper’s hot?
Can you love the weakling? 
The one who’s sometimes sick?

Can you love the warrior? 
Who fights through thin and thick? 

Can you love your crazy?
Can you love your sane?
Love your foolish heart?
Love your scattered brain? 

There’s one in you who’s bored.
 And one who’s often stressed
Can you love them both at once?
And she who tries her best?

If the answer’s “no.”
To some of the above 
Then can you love the one in you

Who’s learning how to love?  

Saturday, June 15, 2013

An ugly thing cannot be made beautiful - J Krishnamurti

She was among a group of people who had come to discuss some serious matter. She must have come out of curiosity, or was brought along by a friend. Well dressed, she held herself with some dignity, and she evidently considered herself very good looking. She was completely self-conscious: conscious of her body, of her looks, of her hair and the impression she was making on others. Her gestures were studied, and from time to time she took different attitudes which she must have thought out with great care. Her whole appearance had about it the air of a long cultivated pose into which she was determined to fit, whatever might happen. The others began to talk of serious things, and during the whole hour or more she maintained her pose. One saw among all those serious and intent faces this self-conscious girl, trying to follow what was being said and to join in the discussion; but no words came out of her. She wanted to show that she too was aware of the problem that was being discussed; but there was bewilderment in her eyes, for she was incapable of taking part in the serious conversation. One saw her quickly withdraw into herself, still maintaining the long-cultivated pose. All spontaneity was being sedulously destroyed. 

Each one cultivates a pose. There is the walk and the pose of a prosperous business man, the smile of one who has arrived; there is the look and the pose of an artist; there is the pose of a respectful disciple, and the pose of a disciplined ascetic. Like that self-conscious girl, the so-called religious man assumes a pose, the pose of self discipline which he has sedulously cultivated through denials and sacrifices. She sacrifices spontaneity for effect, and he immolates himself to achieve an end. Both are concerned with a result, though at different levels; and while his result may be considered socially more beneficial than hers, fundamentally they are similar, one is not superior to the other. Both are unintelligent, for both indicate pettiness of mind. A petty mind is always petty; it cannot be made rich, abundant. Though such a mind may adorn itself or seek to acquire virtue, it remains what it is, a petty, shallow thing, and through so-called growth, experience, it can only be enriched in its own pettiness. An ugly thing cannot be made beautiful. The god of a petty mind is a petty god. A shallow mind does not become fathomless by adorning itself with knowledge and clever phrases, by quoting words of wisdom, or by decorating its outward appearance. Adornments, whether inward or outward, do not make a fathomless mind; and it is this fathomlessness of the mind that gives beauty, not the jewel or the acquired virtue. 

For beauty to come into being, the mind must be choicelessly aware of its own pettiness; there must be an awareness in which comparison has wholly ceased.

Tuesday, June 11, 2013

Mysterious Life Mysterious Me!



And last night's rain was such a relief from the scorching sun, to my thoughts and to my multitasking mind. I somehow feel an inner relief - thanks to much awaited monsoons. It has been breezy since some days and right now I am alone in a huge conference room which has an occupancy of around 10 people - waiting for a meeting to start which was scheduled at 11.00 AM. Its half past 11.00 and no one seems to be interested even to offer a glass of water to my thirsty soul. ;) Sigh - this how most of us work - not giving respect to the TIME. Anyway, since I have some time and I am not sure when exactly the meeting is going to start let me scribble some lines for my blog post. Unfortunately, the battery of my laptop has also given up but I am sure to write something today. And here is my note book and  pencil - and here goes my scribble.

Life takes strange turn at times.There are certain moments when unexpected things happen, when unforeseen things take place and leave us wondering. Wonder stuck mind often goes in the thought process and hence all the thoughts get associated to a feeling. That is how I personally look at it.Trying to recognize such feeling is tough but once the realization is done you find a strange happiness. Its like sitting on the bank of a river after a storm, you see the stream flowing by silently carrying a great deal of debris.When you listen to the calm water it has much to say.Similarly, you watch the movement of yourself, following every thought, every feeling, every intention, every motive and you realize a strange comfort, a strange happiness. You laugh or tears roll out from your eyes. That is how you associate to what you feel. A hearty laugh or a tear from the eye and the realization is MADE. 

Monday, June 3, 2013

Thought on a rainy day!

Taken at # Hyd, 2nd June, 2013

 And the things which keep us apart are the things which keep me going..........