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THINKER NOT JUST A DOER !

Tuesday, January 23, 2007

BEFORE SUNSET

I saw a beautiful movie today with the same title. I had wanted to see it for a long time but somehow never managed to. Either the CD was not working or I couldn’t get another copy. However before leaving Calcutta I had managed to get hold of it and download it on my computer.

So as I was seeing this movie I realized how much it was close to how I viewed and lead my life. The entire movie deals with a chance meeting of two strangers who really connect .The movie is about their conversations. As one of them says – to communicate with people is really hard. Yet I love to do that the most as did the two protagonists.

As both of them exchanged thoughts and ideas and merely conversed I was drawn into a world where I would just travel meet such people converse with them, exchange ideas – have intellectually stimulating conversations. Although very real yet it felt so unreal because of such a lack of interest amongst people I meet to actually engage in stimulating conversations and think beyond having fun and enjoyment.

Like the shades of a rainbow life should have different experiences. Weekend doesn’t only mean partying, watching a movie, downing some drinks, or going on a trek in short doing things that you consider enjoyment and have always done. A weekend could also mean doing something you have never done before. Experiencing something totally new. Seeing a new shade of life, tasting life anew.

As again I got pulled into the magic that the conversation between the two was weaving on me as it ranged from life and living in the moment to selflessness and humility of people who actually know how to give and help ,I wanted the freedom to soar like them badly .Dream and fly on thoughts that had wings , that grew from each other , that wanted us to explore this beautiful world around us that lay without even the surface of it being touched by the vast humanity that existed on it but didn’t understand it . I yearned for a different world. My world.

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Wednesday, January 03, 2007

Butterfly with a broken Wing

I read a line recently that went – “ Often the most important lessons arise from the most difficult times.”

The thing that most fascinates me about life is the ability to interpret the same thoughts differently at different stages in life. Why does this happen? Is this what is called maturity? And does maturity have anything to do with age? Just because we change our views as we move ahead in life, are we actually progressing?

Well we might be either moving forward or backwards, diagonally or in a circle but the most important thing and the first step to learning is that we are moving somewhere. When we allow our thought process to be questioned, when we seek newer thoughts, dig out and imbibe knowledge is when we are experimenting and putting in the effort that is required. If we do that we will reach the destination eventually. To stay your entire life in the same place without moving an inch forward caught in a web of acquired beliefs with no real basis is stagnating and wasting a life that could have meant so much more- that was supposed to teach so much more.

So as I re read this line – a quote, which I had read before in another form and one, which had always given me a hidden strength to survive, I thought about the butterfly that was born with a broken wing. Did she curse her existence? What did she feel when she was a child, what happened when she grew up? Did she finally realize that the good that happened in the world as well as the bad happened for a reason?

That she needed that handicap to learn important lessons in this birth, lessons that would build her soul. That her friend who was happy and gay and never faced her struggles was meant to learn other lessons in her life. Lessons about being able to help others because she was bestowed with the ability to do so. Lesson of love and compassion, of sharing and caring. That although they were different from her lessons they would also build her friend’s character, add another dimension to it. That they were both equal in God’s eye just that they were attending different classes to learn different things. Their syllabus was different.

I had read the same thought before but never interpreted it in this light .Was I right or wrong? I didn’t know. But somehow it felt very right. It had the power to HEAL.

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