Posted by : RioZee Sunday, June 5, 2011

A scientist can witness real beauty in seeing the dance of Atoms under the microscope, nature lover see’s it in the midst of trees and symphony of a waterfall. A businessman see’s real beauty in deal going through. Actor see’s it in blockbusters. Miser see’s it in the penny he saved after earnest efforts. Lover see’s it in the eyes of his beloved,etc,etc. Endless is the list. The world is full of it everywhere. All we need is the seeing eye for it. I wish to take this privilege to bring to light some real beauty instances which shook my heart.

A beautiful sizzling model was trying her luck at a world beauty pageant. She was a little nervous, got up in time. Hastily performed all daily duties and left for the venue with palpitating heart. Her face radiated an inner glow.  She was driving elegantly humming her favorite tune. Suddenly she was baffled to see a person bleeding profusely by the nose, motioning help frantically, but in vain. Without any forethought her step screeched on to the brakes. She hurriedly placed him on to the back seat and rode swiftly to the nearby hospital.
This all had taken time. She knew she was already late and she may as well forget about the crown that year, as rules were rules. She drove back to her home with complete satisfaction at heart and no regrets whatsoever.

This was just one instance, buried in the sheets of history we can unfold innumerable real beauty instances.

One such instance I would like to have the privilege of penning down here. This is related to the legendary Mark Twain. He was very much disturbed by war and wrote a great article but it was rejected by the publishers. It was later found in his unpublished articles after his death. Years later it found a publisher. I was completely awed at the beauty in the words structured by a master player of words. Here is a part of it :   
"O Lord our God, help us to tear their soldiers to bloody shreds with our shells; help us to cover their smiling fields with the pale forms of their patriot dead; help us to drown the thunder of the guns with the shrieks of their wounded, writhing in pain; help us to lay waste their humble homes with a hurricane of fire; help us to wring the hearts of their unoffending widows with unavailing grief... for our sakes who adore Thee, Lord, blast their hopes, blight their lives, protract their bitter pilgrimage, make heavy their steps, water their way with their tears, stain the white snow with the blood of their wounded feet! We ask it, in the spirit of love, of Him Who is the Source of Love, and Who is the ever-faithful refuge and friend of all that are sore beset and seek His aid with humble and contrite hearts. Amen."

Mark Twain

One instance I remember when Henri David Thoreau was in jail for not paying war taxes. He was against war. Ralph Waldo emmerson came to meet him in jail. He asked what he was doing inside . Thoreau replied calmly, “what was he doing outside.”

My sincere salutations to one and all real beauties.
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