Perspective on life

Today I happened to listen to a motivational speaker. Listening to him, I felt like sharing his words here. Not exactly his words, but the message is same. I got different angle of looking at life today after I listened. It is eye opening. He asked the following questions one by one.

You are born because of?

Others.

Your name is given by?

Others.

Your resources such as meat, vegetables etc by?

Others

The love and affection you receive are from?

Others

The money you earn while working are given by?

Others

The respect you earn are given by?

Others

When you die the last rites are given by?

Others

The wealth you earn when you are alive is given or taken by?

Others

So, Why don’t we all close our eyes and think a minute is it that we are the ones who do every thing. No your existence itself is because of others. Once you start thinking that you don’t do any thing alone, the people around do for you, then you slowly will develop compassion for others. People who always says “I worked hard, I did this for you, I stepped up to achieve this” should realize that it is not I, it is we.

Knowledge is to share. I gained this knowledge yesterday and I felt I should share this to whoever is reading my blog. I believe in positive things. Last few years, I have changed and only positve I see. I donot have time for negativity in my life. Share this message, Repost this message if you like.

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Birthdays.

I don’t like birthdays. Simple. I have many reasons.

  1. What is so special about coming to this world?
  2. You see a lot of issues just because you are here.
  3. You see pain and sufferings just because you are here.
  4. You wish you have control on certain problems, just because you happened to be here.
  5. Your work and issues related with that, just because you happened to be here.
  6. War and politics, you see just because you are here.
  7. You are helpless, just because you are here.
  8. Crime and death you see, just because you are here.
  9. You are bullied just because you are here
  10. You are always judged, just because you are here
  11. Your faith, believe, responsibilities all questioned, just because you are here.
  12. Your race, color, nationality all under review, just because you are here.

Above reasons I listed doesn’t mean I hate life. I love my life. I wonder why people celebrate birthdays not death. I think it should be other way around. Death should be celebrated. He or she finished her so called duty here on earth deserves to be celebrated. There are many beliefs out there states, we are send here for a reason. I do not see anything, why people are here creating lot of hatred?  Is that the reason why God send us here? Then I will say birthdays are the worst day in ones life. These days people fight each other in the name or religion, faith, country, color, race and even for possessions. No love. Screw birthdays my friends. I am scared for my children. This world is going in the direction where there will be no love left.

I always said, I will write to encourage positiveness. I hope writing this will make some people to think about love. We people should love each other. Then birthdays will find its meaning. Till then, I think deathday is the one we should celebrate.

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FOMO- What is this?

FOMO- Fear of missing out. It is a new thing among new generation. Social media nowadays rule lives. This is condition nowadays. I have to say it is not good for mental health. Every one wants to be informed about everything every second.

I see people buried their heads on their gadgets while walking on the road. I always wonder, how come these people are so ignorant. They are missing a lot out in the real world around them. Even in sky trains, they do not bother to look outside.

When I was growing up, people watching and vehicle watching are done by every one. At least we were aware what is happening around us. These days no one really knows what happened just around them. They always want to be connected with social media.

If they don’t check this fear of missing out will take over them. For example, there is a party they all attended. Then they will post the pictures in social media. They all will like them and talk about them. What I don’t understand is why they have to talk about it when they all have attended this together. It is FOMO.

So people please enjoy nature atleast when you are out and about. Social media and your friends there will always be there. Enjoy the sun, Enjoy the flowers. Feel the wind, feel the rain. Smile at others who walk by. Say hello to them. Bring back the oldies friends. It is very important for our survival. We are creating people who only knows how to communicate over social media. Stop it. We can do that.

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Mata, Pita, Guru, Daivam

Those who have some connection to India will get the heading. If you don’t here it is

Mata means Mother

Pita means Father

Guru means Teacher

Daivam means God

That is the order I am taught to follow and respect. How many of us out there who calls God whenever there is a problem. I suggest, call you Mom. Her words and love will take away half of your misery. This Day and Age, we all are busy.
At work I see many of us go through hard days. I have seen many looking up and say why God why? I suggest calling your Dad. I am sure the experience he got in his life will give you solutions. He might have same circumstances in his life. He may be able to say Son or daughter, do this.

I have seen many times parents look up and say God, what will do, my kids are not listening. They are not doing what I like them to do. I don’t understand where I am failing. I am providing everything for them. I suggest, Call their teacher or your teacher. I am sure they will have the insight we are missing. They deal with them day in day out.

In my perspective God has given all the solutions we need. We are just ignorant and we just call him now and then. We should say thanks to him for his ways of loving us and giving the resources he provided for us.

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Paying Respect to ancestors

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Today I am in the mood of salvation. The faith I believe in says, once we die we have a transition period to move to eternal space. I don’t know because I have never travelled like that yet or met anyone who have travelled. I wish I had that kind of power who can talk to spirits to find that.

Yesterday was the day in South India, everyone does pay respect to all their ancestors. The practice is simple, they all go to temple where a priest will guide them to do the rituals. One of the step is to feed the ancestors on this auspicious day. My parents both did the same yesterday. I had done this ceremony when I was in India for my Great Grand Mother, who I dearly miss. I do believe she is my guardian angel.

Today, I asked my father, why we feed ancestors only one day of the year? I asked that as a joke. To my surprise he had an answer which opened my eyes. At the same time he had logical explanation to it. I thought I should share this.

He told me when ancestor pass away, they travel to a place where 365 days earth days is one day for them. So for us humans we feed them once a year, but for them it is every day there. He also told me one day may be in future we may find that planet where they go. Just like now we know Mars days are not same as earths. So there is logic to it.

Those who read this may think I am crazy. But hey, You never know what we discover tomorrow or in the coming years. Many generations ago cell phone was not even an idea. They may have talked about it. Those days I am sure people believed that the idea is crazy. But look, now it is a reality. We may not find our ancestors living in that planet, But we could be finding a planet where one day is 365 days in earth.

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Master-dating

Morning drive. Going to work. Radio personalities I listen to have a heated discussion about “master dating” One asking other one

“Are you a master dater?”

I am thinking myself what does this even mean. Someone who dates a lot of people and keep them as a secret?… I was not sure what to make out of that question.

Then the revelation came. It is the new word for “Me”time. Every one I know always says about this. I wish I had “me” time just for myself. So according to radio people, master dater is someone who goes for vacation alone, who takes a walk alone, who spends time alone. I mean quality time just for themselves.

In other words take yourself for a date….

I loved this idea… What about you guys… Comment please. I think this day and age we always think about others. What about us guys…. Can’t we spoil ourselves at least once a month. I think we should.

Lets master dating ourselves… Get well….

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At around 1 am…. I was asleep….

BANG

BANG

BANG…..

Someone is pounding so heavy on our door. I got up.

We were not certain who could that be. We forgot about the friend who worked for banquets. I grabbed a kitchen knife and opened the door.

He shoved me backward and got in suddenly he screamed at me to off the light and keep quiet.

I did not recognise what was developing.

When he shoved me I slumped down on the floor and I squatted there for a moment and everybody was very quiet.

Then we noticed a light outside. It was a bike or a car. I couldn’t make it to determine what kind of vehicle it was. I craved to ask him, what is going on….

He was just peeping at the vehicle outside through the window.

I have to mention, we must have squatted there for a good half an hour. I got up and inquired

“What Happened?”

He told me “Nothing”

I was like “What the hell was that then,”

He got mad at me “I told you to come with me to the banquets. Didn’t I?”

I responded “I am not ordered to go. So how can I work with you?”

He continued “Next time, you better hold back,”

I looked at all the other roommates and we all are confused.

He ran inside and changed. Then he came out. We lost our sleep anyhow.

We opened a bottle of vodka and sat down. Time was after one am. We had a few drinks. Then we took a walk out to the helipad.

My friend stopped me “What if that individual is still out there?”

I got mad “Why don’t you explain us what took place?”

Then he said what happened………

After banquets he walked back. He was alone and disturbed at the same time. We all know we should not be hitch hiking with anyone until unless we recognize who this person is.

There was a group of people who got infected with HIV, gave other people virus. So their main plan of spreading the infection was to hitchhike with someone and inject the driver with the tainted blood. Or give a ride to people and while driving inject them.

We well knew of this and we never hitch hiked.

On that day, he was very scared, and he wanted to get home. A guy with the motor bike went past him once. Then he came back again. He drives past him again.

The third time, the driver asked my friend

“Where are you going?” Do you want a ride?

My friend did not reply.

The rider went forward and halted. He remained for my friend to get near him.

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