There is a distinct pattern in the way each individual lives his or her life. This is the consequence of many variables that go into the making of what we are at any particular time. In fact the variations are so great that it is no wonder that there are continuous dissensions and arguments that have ranged from passive confrontations which include dialogues that are either shouting matches or word fights to the extreme position of an out an out war.
While the whole situation may seem petty or even hilarious to a watcher, it’s no laughing matter for the parties concerned, they are very earnest in their arguments and each thinks he knows better and that the other is wrong. Each individuals lives by his or her own set of codes, values and rules, some learnt voluntarily, others by following the lead and still others by force , or because there was no other alternative.
Above all is the individual ego, when one refuses to accept the wrong, and this escalates matters even further, sometimes to the point of ridiculousness and then comes the inevitable break in relations. Of course this creates a number of problems as one wants to be as far away from the problems that may occur if one were to come across such a person…the awkwardness, embarrassment, hostility, anger and a range of emotions that make the social atmosphere unpalatable, leading to tension and the spoiling of a good environment both internal and external,
Breakdowns will continue to occur as long as the mind is active and the emotions rule the day. Further our aspirations and the need to get what we want without due thought to others is bound to result in a difference in opinion.
THERE IS A LOT TO LEARN FROM NATURE…HOW A SMALL CREATURE CAN BUILD MIGHTY HOUSES AND THE UNITY IS THE KEY FACTOR HERE…BUT WAIT ALONG WITH THAT IS THE DISCIPLINE AND THE ADHERENE TO AUTHORITY AND ACCOUNTABILITY AND RESPONSIBILITY.
AND THATS NOT ALL …DON’T FORGET THE HARD WORK AND THE ATTENTION TO DETAIL AND THEE IS NO COMPRAMISE ON PERFECTION. IF ANTS CAN DO THIS WHY CAN’T HUMANS DESPITE HAVEING THE BRAIN THEY ARE SO PROUD TO TALK ABOUT!
Wide awake now, I felt the crawling sensation return. The rain had turned into a hard downpour and the night sounds had vanished behind the sounds of the harsh rain beating on the roof top and the metal awnings. I could hear the wind whistling through the trees as the clouds moved on their onward journey. A part of my brain went back to the yester years and I wondered if there would be a flood this year. I didn’t know why I was thinking about that now especially when I had this unexplainable situation which was worrying me no end. I suppose the brain has its own way of coping with situations that make the adrenalin flow and the heart beat faster for flight or courage. Either way, there was nowhere to run, or I thought it was best to brave it out whatever the consequences. But there was a sense of trepidation. I thought it would be best to start with the books and with a sense of foreboding I got out of bed and made my way across the bedroom to the corner table where I had placed them.
I looked at them and hesitated. They were very old and I could see that the cover was a little browned and looked the worse for wear. They were three of them, each of the same size but of different thickness. I had not asked for these books yet they had come to me in a strange way and brought by a stranger that seemed unworldly.
It had been a lazy day. I had taken time out from the constant buzz that is called life and the never stopping rollercoaster of work and human intervention. It was raining incessantly with sudden bursts of heavy showers intermittently. The earth was still radiating the heat from the extremely hot summer months and every now and then I would break out in a sweat until there was a cool breeze that flowed in through the arched window at the foot of the bed.
The frogs had started croaking and I was loath to leave the comfort of my bed although my stomach was already rumbling and asking for its daily fill. I resisted and continued reading the book that I had propped up rather awkwardly on my knees as it had taken an interesting turn. No it was not fiction. In fact it was the scriptural text the Mandukya Upanishad and was elucidating the concepts of waker, dreamer and deepsleep. The head was heavy from two hours of contemplation that such reading normally results in.
Not far off, I could hear the faint drum beats of the dhol (a big drum played in religious functions and temples) being practiced upon with great vigor and strength but not loud enough to disturb. In fact the continuous playing could lull you into a dull stupor.
Man is basically a social animal and although would like to be left alone for whatever reason for short periods of time, it is very evident that he is constantly in search of security and is constantly in need of a moral and physical crutch to get through life in a reasonably smooth manner and to get over the many hurdles that life throws at us. However trained, educated and self-dependent an individual might be, he will need this help to maintain stability both in the gross and the subtle world, and it is this very tendency to need help from time to time that he will seek the support not only of other human beings but of different entities and existences that lends some sense of stability to an otherwise complicated life.. Man essentially lives in this bubble that everything is permanent, well understanding and being aware that the opposite is true. This very self-deception that is lived out by entire humanity, and by every generation has lead it to feel secure and safe and have a sense of permanency.
Is there any religion when we are born? Definitely not! … At least not in the initial years….then the environment consisting of the household, the school, media and a host of stimulation takes over and the learning process commences. This starts with the Do’s and Dont’s until such time the changes over time and our experiences mold us to make a choice that we consider to be our own when in fact we are driven to it not so much by choice but by circumstances, family and peer pressure and societal requirements and a need to adhere to the set norms and rules of behavior laid down by the fore generations.