Wednesday, April 28, 2010
The Complaint Of The Sun
Tuesday, April 20, 2010
The Waiting Game
The Pipal Tree! It stood firm there in a temple near my house in my town with its tender leaves rustling in the breeze all day long. As a child I fondly watched it every single day and my admiration for it never diminished.
One day I saw a Pipal leaf in my friend’s notebook. It had turned into a beautiful web formed by the veins of the leaf. Oh! It was magical for me! I wanted it too. My friend informed me that when Pipal leaves dried naturally, they leave behind a webbed skeleton of veins. That very evening while returning from school, I went under the Pipal tree, selected a leaf for myself, stored it in a book of mine as explained by my friend and then the wait began...
Every evening after returning from school, I would straight away run towards my book to see the progress, nothing much happened though. A few days passed, but there was no sign of magic that I had expected. A week went by , then another and another. Yes, the leaf was drying slowly, but that was it. I waited for a few more weeks and then out of sheer frustration, one day I tore apart the leaf and threw it away. Years later I learnt that the process of drying required a lot of time and also that there were other quicker techniques for getting the skeleton!!!
As a child I was impatient to see the changes in the Pipal leaf and as a grownup I saw myself getting impatient to see the changes and improvements in people I love. I thought, I contemplated, and I understood…
1. That very often we expect people to change or improve to meet the standards that we set. I feel that people should forgive as easily as I can. I expect my teammates to work with the same passion that I do. I also expect my friends to play with the same enthusiasm and intent that I play with. There is no issue with these expectations. In fact, they help others to grow. The issue arises when I get disturbed about my expectations not being met in the time frame that I’ve set. So even after communicating a number of times, if she is not sensitive enough to a few situations, it upsets me. He not playing as seriously as I do makes me angry. The issue is not the expectation but it is the disturbance.
2. People change where they want to change. I may want them to change in one aspect and something else may be their priority.
3. Just because I’m not able to see positive changes in people immediately, it doesn’t mean they are not good people or they are not improving. They may be improving but my ambitious time frame for them may block me from seeing those little changes.
4. People will follow my example more than my advice. It is very easy to point out at others and let them know where they need to change. What’s not easy is to invest the same time and energy on myself and get to know where I need to improve. Mahatma Gandhi rightly said, “The true textbook of a pupil is his teacher.” When we change, when we improve, the world around us also improves.
Our loved ones deserve our patience; deserve our appreciation for the little improvements. We need to celebrate their improvements rather than being critical about their imperfections. In fact, I wonder, what would people do for the rest of their lives if they all turned perfect overnight?
I guess I need to get a new leaf for myself and watch it transform-this time, patiently.
Saturday, April 17, 2010
Friday, April 16, 2010
What I Have Learned The Hard Way
Thursday, April 1, 2010
Dew Drops or Tears?
While walking in my garden that early morning,
On the trees i saw water drops shining.
I started wondering- The sky is clear
And neither is rainy season anywhere near!
A question rose in my mind,
From where can come, the water of this kind?
Someone introduced it as dewdrops at last,
And i pondered who passed from here last?
The answer i got was "The Night",
And on thinking i found it right.
I asked the night,"Who poured this water here?"
She replied,"Its not water but my tear."
"Your tears!",I asked with surprise,
"Yes",She said,"I cried not once but thrice."
I exclaimed,"You cried, but why?"
And the night told me why did she cry.
Kindly tell me O night passing by,
I see these dewdrops but why?
With a heavy seigh replied the night
When my heart cries, my tears fall as dewdrops bright
The reasons the night cried:
Reason 1:
When i see those little orphans weeping,
Dreaming for a glimpse of their mother while sleeping,
When i see them hurt and suffering,
Tears rolling from my eyes fall as dewdrops shining.
Reason 2:
Some tired travellers of this life's journey,
Getting old and loosing energy,
I see them insulted and becoming helpless being,
Tears rolling from my eyes fall as dewdrops shining.
Reason 3:
In the morning blossoms a lovely flower,
It spreads its fragrance far and near,
On my arrival, when i see it withering,
Tears rolling from my eyes fall as dewdrops shining.
So next time u see dewdrops in the morning,
Just think, these r dewdrops or tears?