Wednesday, May 31, 2006

What Next?

We are extremely happy that we have the ability to vibrate our vocal chords to produce a variety of sounds, that we have conventionally classified and organized sounds into vowels and consonants, that we have succeeded in adhering to some standard phonetic rules and dictionaries, just so that we can understand each other. But what have we really done in effect? We have divided sound, just like we divide everything else around us.

There are thousands of people who take great pride in investing millions, in using hi-tech equipment, simply to cut open matter and looks inside it. There are thousands who are involved in meticulously classifying all the stuff we observe around us. Arthropoda, crustasea, arachnida, insecta... Vertabrates, invertabrates... Consonants, vowels... Lip sounds, nasal sounds, palette sounds... Neucleus, protons, electrons, mesons... Mathematics, physics, chemistry, astronomy... Wow, wow, wow... Stop, stop, stop!

Yes, we have done it. We have taken a beautiful world and broken it down into little bits. Now we look at the world as a systematic collection and organization of these little pieces, and attempt to learn and master creation by dividing it thus. Anything that falls outside the purview of our classification is considered either miraculous or damnatory. In doing so we have lost track of holistic living, and have certainly succeeded in complicating our life tremendously.

Wonder what we will do next!

Wednesday, May 24, 2006

Laughing It Off

A new Army Captain was assigned to an outfit in a remote post in the African desert. During his first inspection of the outfit, he noticed a camel hitched up behind the mess tent. He asks the Sergeant why the camel is kept there.

The nervous sergeant said, "Well sir, as you know, there are 250 men here on the post, and no women. And sir, sometimes the men have 'urges'. That's why we have the camel."

The Captain says, "I can't say that I condone this, but I understand about urges, so the camel can stay."

About a month later, the Captain starts having his own urges. Crazy with passion, he asks the Sergeant to bring the camel to his tent. Putting a ladder behind the camel, the Captain stands on the ladder, pulls his pants down and has wild, insane sex with the camel.

When he's done, he asks the Sergeant, "Is that how the men do it?".

"No not really, sir...They usually just ride the camel into town where the girls are."

The boss of a big company needed to call one of his employees about an urgent problem with one of the main computers, he dialed the employee's home phone number and was greeted with a child's whisper..!!


"Is your daddy home?" he asked.

"Yes," whispered the small voice.

"May I talk with him?"

The child whispered, "No."

Surprised, and wanting to talk with an adult, the boss asked, "Is your Mommy there?"

"Yes." the child whispered.

"May I talk with her?"

Again the small voice whispered, "No."

Hoping there was somebody with whom he could leave a message, the boss asked, "Is anybody else there?"

"Yes," whispered the child, "a policeman."

Wondering what a cop would be doing at his employee's home, the boss asked, "May I speak with the policeman?"

"No, he's busy", whispered the child.

"Busy doing what?"

"Talking to Daddy and Mommy and the Fireman", came the whispered answer.

Growing concerned and even worried as he heard what sounded like a helicopter through the earpiece on the phone the boss asked, "What is that noise?"

"A hello-copper" answered the whispering voice.

"What is going on there?" asked the boss, now alarmed.

In an awed whispering voice the child answered, "The search team just landed the hello-copper."

Alarmed, concerned, and even more than just a little frustrated the boss asked, "What are they searching for?"

Still whispering, the young voice replied along with a muffled giggle:


I am back! :)

Somebody please hug me and say you missed me. HAHAHAHAHA!

Thank you, my dear friends, for the comments, support and encouragement when I was feeling low.

Very special thanks to my best friend, Nery. Not only for your comments here, but also for understanding me and caring for me as much as you do. You are wonderful. Thank you for being you. And all the very best in meeting your business deadlines. :)

Please fasten your seat-belts, and get ready to fly again.


Wednesday, May 10, 2006

Lone Wolf

He goes on, oblivious to the rest of the system. A system that is the world, a system that is affectionately called society.

A handful of men respect him; they praise his intellect, admire his courage, and they tell him how proud they are of him. An equal number of men, or perhaps a few more, despise him; they criticize his attempts, doubt his faith, and express their overall disapproval about him. Some are indifferent to him. Others do not know about him.

On the emotional level, he thanks the men that praise him. On the intellectual level, he studies the criticisms leveled against him. But, on the spiritual level, none of the above means anything to him. Neither is he attached to the former, nor removed from the latter. All that he thinks about is his ultimate goal, the unveiling of Reality.

He continues on his set path, doing all that is necessary, all that is to be done, regardless of what the society thinks or says. Support or opposition, he does not stop to count heads. He cannot care less about social judgments sentenced against him, or about the number of followers he has. He wants to achieve the goal for himself and for those who are dependent on him, so that he may then retire to unwind in the silence of the Chasm.

It is not that he disrespects society, but he simply has no time to care. He knows what is to be done, and he knows how it has to be done. He also knows that he may not be able to do it alone, but is left with no other choice. He knows that he may not depend on them, that he may not expect anything of them. He knows that they have programmed themselves to believe baseless arguments, which they would not give up without a fight. To achieve a desirable change in them, he would have to alter their fundamental programming, which they would defend at the cost of their life. Or his!

He is not afraid of the risk, but he simply has not the time or the tools to convince them. He was given a job to execute, some time within which to do it, and some tools to assist him. He needs to use the time and the tools wisely, and for the purpose they were meant, rather than to re-educate them at the risk of losing all that is needed to accomplish his goal.

He has nothing for or against them. He has neither respect, nor disrespect for them. He neither loves, nor hates them. All he wants is to walk his set path, and to achieve his set goal. He has to try, with or without them, against all odds, and even at the cost of his dearest possessions. He has to forgo most of his desires and most of his rights, because he sees something that they cannot; because he knows something that they do not. He has to walk alone, because he was gifted with the vision, because he was the chosen one.

When he succeeds, they would all partake of the feast. They would congregate in his dining hall, whether he invites them or not. They would drink his wine and eat his food, whether they know him or not. They would claim to be his cousins, aunts, or friends. Some unknown face would even claim to be the mother of his children. She would educate her borrowed kids to point a finger toward him if asked about their father...

When he succeeds, the world would claim to be his family, and society would claim a share in his success. They would congratulate and praise him, although they might not understand a word he says. They would crown him and offer him a high pedestal, although they might not even know what he has achieved. And yet, there would be a handful of them who would criticize him, although they might not even know what they are up against. For, those are the symptoms of the system.

He goes on, oblivious to the system. A system that is the world, a system that is affectionately called society.