Sitting and watching things from here and wondering
if the dogs of boharawadi be thinking of the dogs on Marine Drive??
do they need to think what they want to wear today evening for the “savejan Khana”?
do it really matter to them who is going for a tour to where ?
do they really want to know whats going on in the next door?
We, being the supreme in all living being are the ones with the most pain and misery and lust and greed and above all “burden of being genius”.
we are not informed about anything or rather we don’t want to know and still we think we are not growing, how can we grow when we don’t want to change and why we don’t understand that change is the only constant thing.
Growth causes change. And growth is painful, right from your first set of teeth to the recent promotion in your professional or personal life. There is a native memory of that pain, and we often avoid change in anticipation of the growth pains. Not everybody resists change. Many do, however. And they grow too. Those that display the graph of their fine evolution of growth, are the ones who are the most likely culprits of this resistance. They hoard the incremental changes that they never effected; invited. They are also the most likely to complain of a wickedness in the world or in the changing behaviour of others or be so comfortable that they are oblivious to earthquakes even.
Then there those that effect change. And there is only one way, I believe, that they make the change happen. They embrace it with complete and utterly blind trust. Not in the result of what that change may bring, but in the change itself. The complete surrender. Because, there is no such thing as a better tomorrow. Either there is a tomorrow or there isn’t. Your notion of a better tomorrow is your today being recycled and realigned to make you believe that your today is better than yesterday. Take the last thirty days and run through them you will know what I mean.
Tomorrow can either be impregnated with the sameness of all your suspicions, cynicism and scepticism, or it can be the tomorrow that rids you of that sameness that you so despise, yet safeguard as a survival tool.
what I feel sitting here at my Khidki of Boharawadi is :-
People don’t understand.
People refuse to understand.
People don’t care to understand.
Either ways, you end up banging your head on a dispassionate wall.
To be contd….