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Tea Time Changes Saga 15
Today is my concluding post of Tea Time Changes Sagas, and I am feeling a lot nostalgic. I am unable to thank enough, the constant source of inspiration, commenter friends at my blog. Special mention of The Fool, and Kajal, is needed here. I sincerely hope we will be sipping tea together, someday in near future.
I wish to assert here now, that we ought to keep on the efforts, howsoever small, in the direction of changes we feel utmost urgent to change. I remember a quote here, “who says. One cannot break a star with the stone, just throw the stone with full earnest, friends.”
The life is more than precious to be dumped away. I dread the careless consumption of junk fast foods, among kids as well as grownups is causing undue health hazards. I wish to draw attention of on and all towards more attention to health.
I have to keep myself fit, or if I am to visit a doctor, he would not only drain my money, but the excess intake of medicines, are bound to bring in more diseases.
The alarm of Aids is not to be overlooked. The awareness efforts in this area too are needed to be launched with renewed vigor. Sex education, is considered a taboo, in India, but it’s need is all the more important than doing IIT.
I see a new sun rising in the horizon, with awakened souls, striving earnestly to change, with their full heart and soul.
I see a new sun rising in the horizon, with awakened souls, striving earnestly to change, with their full heart and soul.
I, heartily congratulate StayFree to have come up with such a novel idea of “Time to Change” concept. This pen down is due to the sole inspiration of their contest topic, at Indiblogger.
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Tea Time Changes Saga 14
My tea cups were getting some awareness towards change. My mind mused over a picture that I had seen lately. The plethora of messes, and the actions towards their eradication, looked somewhat like the picture below.
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| Image courtesy Aap dude hain from facebook |
I understand perfectly well, Rome wasn’t built in a day, besides, the thought of Rome took me to the resolve of King Nero of Rome. He wanted to perfect the design of Rome, So he ordered Rome to be burnt down, and rebuild Rome as per exquisite architecture. While Rome was burning King Nero was playing his flute.
The small efforts towards the awakening and our chain would multiply in leaps and bounds. Drinking my tea, my mind took me to the anecdote of Nalanda University of olden India.
Boys who had passed out were free to go, and they left the University premises. It was nearing evening, and there were thorns scattered all over the road. Students, seeing the thorns watched out their steps, and crossed the hurdles to reach towards the town. One student, seeing the thorns, started sweeping away the thorns, from the road. Master came out from hiding, and asked the boy,
“aren’t you in a hurry, like your friends.”
Boys who had passed out were free to go, and they left the University premises. It was nearing evening, and there were thorns scattered all over the road. Students, seeing the thorns watched out their steps, and crossed the hurdles to reach towards the town. One student, seeing the thorns, started sweeping away the thorns, from the road. Master came out from hiding, and asked the boy,
“aren’t you in a hurry, like your friends.”
He said, “Master, It will be dark soon, and some poor passerby may get pricked by them, that’s why I am cleaning the road of thorns.”
Master said, “You have passed out from the university in true sense. Those uncompassionate students will have to stay another session in the University.”
Those thorns had been put on purpose by the master and those students, who had sidetracked thorns, were caught up, and pulled back to the University.
The life has become so fast that people fail to address their old parent’s with nice words even at home. The time is short, and business or work, they are too busy, to just say two three words, like, “Dad, how are you.” This menace is spreading it’s wings, to the extent that men are lured to put their parents in Old age homes.
I remembered an old rich man (mind you) I had met sometime back. He confided, his business was great, and his sons were handling it very well, but he had to sell his gold chain he was wearing to meet some dire needs at home. He couldn’t ask his son for money. I pitied the poor little rich man. This is true and may look atrocious, but it’s a fact.
I remembered an old rich man (mind you) I had met sometime back. He confided, his business was great, and his sons were handling it very well, but he had to sell his gold chain he was wearing to meet some dire needs at home. He couldn’t ask his son for money. I pitied the poor little rich man. This is true and may look atrocious, but it’s a fact.
My tea cup lay empty, and my mind firm with a renewed resolve, towards well- being of parents.
I, heartily congratulate StayFree to have come up with such a novel idea of “Time to Change” concept. This pen down is due to the sole inspiration of their contest topic, at Indiblogger.
Click here to read concluding Tea Time Changes Saga 15 post
Click here to read previous Saga Thirteen
Click here to read concluding Tea Time Changes Saga 15 post
Click here to read previous Saga Thirteen
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Tea Time Changes Saga 13
Today is a special day, and I am very excited. I have prepared many cups of tea. A small group of likeminded intelligent souls, were eager to channelize and enact sincere efforts towards some positive changes, starting from the grass root level.
Their slumber had been shattered.
I passed the tea cups to them, sitting on a round table. Raising my cup, I requested all friends to raise their cups to toast, for the great change.
Sipping my tea, I thanked mentally the efforts of stayfree for time to change concept which had led to the tea time series and now, I saw some eminent personalities gathered to start with the change process, with all their earnest.
Let me introduce the group gathered here friends. I will not give their names, just their professions, for personal reasons, as they wish no pomp, just sincere work towards change.
1) Principal of a reputed college
2) High court Judge
3) D.I.G. (POLICE)
4) Women rights Activist
5) Common man (me)
Principal started the talk : "I do wish to do away with raggings, but no student complains. How the hell can I take action. I see it very tough task."
Me : "I very well know it is very tough, students do not complain, as they do not want to be labeled sissys. As the principal, you have to devise means to nab culprits red handed on their act. I know it is tough but not impossible, with all the technology advancements. Then the person afflicted will not be blamed and teased by friends later, and will not be target of seniors wrath."
Judge: Pointing towards me, "You have a point there. Guardians too, must watch their wards activities, and any sullen behavior should be kept on watch."
Principal : "This makes some sense. Today itself I will call up meeting of all teachers and staff and take action. To just inform you all, a Professor from Harvard, has consented to enlighten our teachers on teaching classical aspects, and we would be pioneers in best effective career oriented studies."
DIG: "This is really excellent news you have given. It is highly praiseworthy.
I wish to state that I have asked my team to be on high vigil, and seeing people spitting in public places, make them wash it themselves, with promise to never do it again."
Women rights Activist: aiming towards DIG, "I think, more vigil, should be to nab eave teasers, making nuisance. No women is safe."
Me: Aiming towards the women, "You have a point there, but I strongly feel women should keep handy latest pepper spray’s etc. that are being sold in the market, to counter any assault, by spraying in their eyes. Police active vigil too is need of the hour to see effective change in our area."
DIG: "I assure full cooperation friends. I myself will be taking random checks on roads to see keep my team on the toes."
Women: "I highly appreciate your sincere efforts. We need more officers like you, all over India."
Judge: "I see justice delayed, is justice denied. I will try fastest decisions possible with speedy trials. I think of sending petty criminals to do compulsory social service at old age homes, in addition to the penalties."
Me: "That’s very great idea. Very appreciative change is, the change in our mentality to rise and act now, with even whatsoever smallest efforts of ours, towards change in positive direction. I am overwhelmed to see great personalities like you all have left all ego, to have gathered here at the house of a common man like me. I can see the sun, starting to shine in the horizon. I congratulate you all, for show of great heart. I am thankful to you all to have shown such faith in my words."
Everyone left with best wishes in efforts and a strong resolve to Act.
I, heartily congratulate StayFree to have come up with such a novel idea of “Time to Change” concept. This pen down is due to the sole inspiration of their contest topic, at Indiblogger.
Click here to read Tea Time Changes Saga 14
Click here to read previous Saga Twelve
Click here to read Tea Time Changes Saga 14
Click here to read previous Saga Twelve
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Tea Time Changes Saga 12
The morning tea is ready, and sipping my tea, the quote by Judge Judy reverberated in my mind.
“The time to change was yesterday; the time to wake up is now.”
My feelings totally coincided with it. The utmost need was to wake up and be the voice of change.
When would we wake-up. Our walking slumber is so precious to us. We fight with anyone who tries to drop a small stone in the placid lake. Our whole system revolts against any raised voices.
Who the hell can change us. It is our birth right, to be, and enjoy what we are.
We are the largest democracy in the world, sporting all the religions of the world.
We see no harm in killing innocents on road, in the name of religion, in the name of God himself. We feel proud of our acts. We have saved the nation by killing innocents, though he/she may be of any religion whatsoever. We carry on God’s duty. He has entrusted us with the task, and heaven is secured for us.
We like the slumber and any doubting eyes on it will be cruelly taken out.
We have created boundaries, for our own good. We can go to any extent for it.
Who harps of universal brotherhood there. Eradicate him before he corrupts other minds.
We and our slumber. May God keep us in pure, untouched, virgin slumber, like he wants us to be.
Accepting bribes is our birth right.
Who voices against taking bribes, implicate the scoundrel in some false case of bribery to rot in the vicious of jails.
We really enjoy teasing girls, on roads. Their attitude only is provocative. We are innocent beings. Who can dare stop us.
We will keep on taking dowries. We teach wives lesson by beating them. They deserve it. Any voice against us will be trampled as we trample them.
What if someone is not able to save himself, when we drive under full sway of alcohol. Their upbringing is to blame. They better learn the rules of the road properly. They should have taken safety trainings to save themselves on road from our precarious way of driving.
We will keep on throwing garbage where we like. What if someone slips and breaks his leg, or goes into a coma. We are the reason, they are getting punishments for their sins, and suffer here itself. Little do they know, we have saved them from being fried in the frying pans in hell till eternity.
We admit man only makes mistakes, we are free to make them, as it is the largest democracy we can boast of.
Anyone trying to awaken us, will be treated as the enemy of the state. We are happy in our slumber.
What is this stayfree doing here, with time to change. What do they want now.
See, my tea cup too, is empty now.
Who the hell gonna make another cup now.
Me, who dares talk to me like that.
I, heartily congratulate StayFree to have come up with such a novel idea of “Time to Change” concept. This pen down is due to the sole inspiration of their contest topic, at Indiblogger.
Click here to read Tea Time Changes Saga 13
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Tea Time Changes Saga 11
The sun has started to rise on the horizon, and I am ready with my tea cups. The first sip of refreshing tea opened up the pores of mind.
My mind took me to the famous sher of Mirza Ghalib “umra bhar ghalib, yehi bhool karta raha, dhool chehre pe thi, aaina saaf karta raha” ( whole life ghalib kept on making the same mistake, Dust was on the face, and he kept on cleaning the mirror.)
People keep on making the same mistake on and on. Even small step to change brings in great results. But we are used to set patterns. Big big talks on change make mind at ease, and cleans up the mirror a bit. We are clever enough not to touch our faces to clear even a spec of dust.
We can give on untiring lectures on non acceptance of dowry, but readily accept it when time comes.
We are very clever to demand for equal rights for women, but in practice make it as an excuse, not to let them have a ladies first in long queues at counters. I have myself seen it at many places where ladies too have to stand in the same tiring line. We all know what equal rights are meted to the women in practice.
We see banana skins lying at railwaystation platforms and know, in a hurry anyone can slip on it to book a straight non-stop ticket to hell, but no one cares to pick it up and throwing it in a dust-bin. This reminded me of a fall I had faced head on, at Barauni jn. Station, while in a hurry to board the train.
Friends can laugh for a minute or two, at my stately fall on a banana skin.
Now coming to the piercing pain. It had taken months for the pain to subside. Only a small percent of people go to the dust-bin to throw waste.
My mind took me to a recent happening where a man Mr. Lokhande,
had lost his leg slipping on a carelessly thrown banana peel at karjat railway station.
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If everyone carried their daily acts with care, it would become heaven in seconds, but we are busy cleaning the mirrors. Nothing can come of it.
We see raggings happening, but we turn blind eye.
We see stray dogs, and bulls, on road and go on our way.
This reminded me of the occasion a man going to a friend’s house nearing night, was chased by a stray dog.
Running for life he luckily saw a stone and stooped to pick it up, to save himself, but the stone was stuck to the ground. Poor fellow remarked,
“such insane people live here, they have left the dogs open and tied the stones.”
We keep on harping on ill effects of drunk driving, or mobile talks while driving,
but keep on doing it in practice.
Taking the remaining sip of tea, I worried, when will we stop cleaning mirrors and start cleaning our own very faces.
Time had come, and it was a sure Time To Change. It was now or never. Rise up friends.
I, heartily congratulate StayFree to have come up with such a novel idea of “Time to Change” concept. This pen down is due to the sole inspiration of their contest topic, at Indiblogger.
I, heartily congratulate StayFree to have come up with such a novel idea of “Time to Change” concept. This pen down is due to the sole inspiration of their contest topic, at Indiblogger.
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Tea Time Changes Saga 10
I am on to my tenth day of my Tea cups changes saga.
I must firstly honor all my friends, who have been a constant source of inspiration without which I wouldn’t have been able to pen them down. I only hope, some day we will be really sipping tea together, prepared by me of course.
Today, as usual, the tea sip filled my heart with a new rejuvenated energy.
My mind took me to the saga “Because mother in law too was a daughter in law at a time”. I pity, 90% of Indian mother in laws are at cold war with their daughter in law. That is mother in law always have all ears at what her new entrant to the house the beloved daughter in law is talking over phone. Even one word that catches her ear sets her mind fuming, “she must be saying something rubbish about my family only.” Likewise daughter in law too is more clever than her counterpart. She fancies and assumes too many unsaid things.
The beginning days to adjust go down the drain, because one simple said word is interpreted in venomous ways. My friend who confided in me his family troubles, always got my golden words of advice to keep his family united.
My feelings that goes into the root of it see them as an attempt of mother in law to keep his son in his command, and the new entrant to the family, taking away his son into her full beck and call command annoys her. Hence the friction starts. With the onset of education matters and ideology has changed a lot, but still, a lot broader mind perspective is the need of the hour. Matter worsens if the daughter in law talks a lot with her real mother at her home. She is influenced a lot by her mother and if she is ill advised, again friction of high order builds up.
Husbands, in turn, if are too possessive of their parents,and act as puppet to their parents, again it brings in trouble.
Our beloved daughter in law, never misses any opportunity of a lashing on her husband or mother in law.
One minor instance which I remember reading somewhere. Husband is infuriated over a small stone coming up in rice. Mother in law howls at her daughter in law, “ God has given so big-big eyes to you, can’t you pick those properly while making food”.
Husbands, in turn, if are too possessive of their parents,and act as puppet to their parents, again it brings in trouble.
Our beloved daughter in law, never misses any opportunity of a lashing on her husband or mother in law.
One minor instance which I remember reading somewhere. Husband is infuriated over a small stone coming up in rice. Mother in law howls at her daughter in law, “ God has given so big-big eyes to you, can’t you pick those properly while making food”.
Daughter in law is not to be out done, she hollers back, “ your son has strong teeth, always gnashing at me, like you, you both can easily crush one or two stones with your teeth.”
If the word fight goes long to a point of no return, both mother in law and daughter in law start crying, saying their fate is only cracked. No one is to blame.
My mind reflected on a news, that had found a place in news paper in Bihar. The girl had been married and her friends were asking the groom, how he will keep their beloved friend. The husband had blurted "just as my mom, dad wants".
Hearing this puppet, the bride had refused to go with the husband, saying to go with his mom and dad only. The marriage was finished the first very day, by one simple statement. No one was able to show reason to the girl, and the convoy of Baraatis, returned without the bride. I still feel, had she done the right thing. God only knows.
My mind reflected on a news, that had found a place in news paper in Bihar. The girl had been married and her friends were asking the groom, how he will keep their beloved friend. The husband had blurted "just as my mom, dad wants".
Hearing this puppet, the bride had refused to go with the husband, saying to go with his mom and dad only. The marriage was finished the first very day, by one simple statement. No one was able to show reason to the girl, and the convoy of Baraatis, returned without the bride. I still feel, had she done the right thing. God only knows.
Slowly sipping the tea my mind took me to the love marriage news, carrying all the leading newspapers of Bihar. Amrita Kumari, knew how to swim, and the brave girl swam the whole night, before turning unconscious, was miraculously saved by some fishermen. She had been thrown into raging ganges river over Patna bridge, by her husband and his uncle,
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| image courtesy India Today news |
Patna: When Amrita Kumari married the love of her life against her parents' wishes, little did she know that her decision would propel her close to a death trap within two years.
The 25-year-old was thrown into the Ganga in Patna by her husband because he wanted to get another wife. But she survived to tell the tale of horror by swimming through the night for nearly 10 hours in the turbulent river.
Amrita was taken to the Mahatma Gandhi Setu river bridge on the Patna-Hajipur highway in a car at around 8 pm on Wednesday by her husband Adarsh Kumar Singh. His uncle and one of his friends also acoompanied them. She alleged that they lifted her and pushed her into the river from there.
She was found by fishermen the next morning near Rasoolpur ghat under the Patori police station of Samastipur district, about 50 km downstream from the bridge.
News courtesy msn news.
We see millions of news like this, and let them pass, but never do we see the icon leaders fighting for changes and safety for women. They are too busy handling the corruption and when time comes saving themselves in salwar suits and kameez in the guise of a lady. These type of harrowing atrocities on women just find a place in news for a day and then forgotten.
I wish to strongly emphasize the need for change, the strong unanimous voice for the welfare and safety of women and crimes on them considered of a hienous order and carry strongest of punishments to the perpetrators.
I, heartily congratulate StayFree to have come up with such a novel idea of “Time to Change” concept. This pen down is due to the sole inspiration of their contest topic, at Indiblogger.
Click here to read Tea Time Changes Saga 11
Click here to read previous Saga Nine
I, heartily congratulate StayFree to have come up with such a novel idea of “Time to Change” concept. This pen down is due to the sole inspiration of their contest topic, at Indiblogger.
Click here to read Tea Time Changes Saga 11
Click here to read previous Saga Nine
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Tea Time Changes Saga 9
It’s a Monday morning, another round of tea, made by me. I hope my tea cups are not getting tad preachy.
Today I am determined to make this post a light hearted one and no preaching on changes etc. Just pure thoughts, and you all decide on any changes you like to see.
Today I am determined to make this post a light hearted one and no preaching on changes etc. Just pure thoughts, and you all decide on any changes you like to see.
Just me, my tea cup and my thoughts, and of course My beloved readers.
My thoughts have taken me to the time I was on a long journey flight to America with my son. Flight was long and to pass time we were talking. For the first time he had confided of ragging that he had faced in hostel. Seniors had at one time, told his class to form a group of two, and in midnight one student had to put both hands on the ground and another boy would pick up both legs of the boy and make the boys walk on their hands. Hands would become full red. When I said why didn’t you tell me of it, he replied like a matured man, “dad, it would have been of no use, and worsened the matters.”
Then he threw another bombshell, “This was nothing, once we were made to throw slippers at each other with full force, for half an hour at a stretch.”
I pitied all the hardships he had taken head on and never complained one bit. I dreaded, if only his mother would come to know of it, I was a dead meat. I warned him to never say a word of it, to her mom.
I encouraged him, now that he had faced the hardships, now higher studies in America wouldn’t be of any trouble. Then we had discussed of the hopes of higher studies of Kelly School of Business, a premier institute of America.
Indiana University, Bloomington.
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| image courtesy facebok http://www.facebook.com/IndianaUniversity/photos |
We both were completely awed by the campus of the University, where every 15 minutes buses plied free of cost, ferrying students from one class to another.
The party in honor of incoming students, and their parents was one which we both had enjoyed to the helm. Then the ice cream party and all. The speech of the dean too, had been motivating.
Evening, and I and my son, both were sitting outside the premises of a hostel house, where he would have to stay.
Outgoing senior students were coming out of the hostel, in party dresses. I sensed they must be going for a farewell party.
One handsome guy came out dressed in nice pleated skirt, stockings, ladies shoes, a white top, a guitar. Followed by girl in boy’s dress. Both had sat down on the grass in front of us, facing each other in a romantic state.
The real boy, with the guitar had slowly started bringing out a melodious tune from the guitar. The girl was listening as if each note that left the strings of guitar were grasped by her heart instantly. My heart had never in my life heard such melody live.
Outgoing senior students were coming out of the hostel, in party dresses. I sensed they must be going for a farewell party.
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| Image courtesy http://www.facebook.com/IndianaUniversity/photos |
The real boy, with the guitar had slowly started bringing out a melodious tune from the guitar. The girl was listening as if each note that left the strings of guitar were grasped by her heart instantly. My heart had never in my life heard such melody live.
The only worry that circled the mind was of my son. I couldn’t imagine him in a skirt. I stood at point of no return.
Then I had seen a student of Delhi, who had become friends with my son, coming down the road in just shorts and nothing on top, bare chested. I mused how fast he had adapted in a day.
My tea cup lay empty, but I leave it up to the readers to read and look for some changes if needed in our education system.
I, heartily congratulate StayFree to have come up with such a novel idea of “Time to Change” concept. This pen down is due to the sole inspiration of their contest topic, at Indiblogger.
Click here to read Tea Time Changes Saga 10
click here to read previous Saga Eight
Then I had seen a student of Delhi, who had become friends with my son, coming down the road in just shorts and nothing on top, bare chested. I mused how fast he had adapted in a day.
My tea cup lay empty, but I leave it up to the readers to read and look for some changes if needed in our education system.
I, heartily congratulate StayFree to have come up with such a novel idea of “Time to Change” concept. This pen down is due to the sole inspiration of their contest topic, at Indiblogger.
Click here to read Tea Time Changes Saga 10
click here to read previous Saga Eight
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Tea Time Changes Saga 8
I woke up a little late today, but the tea, was ready within minutes.
I marveled at my pace of making tea.
As I sipped, some weird thoughts entered my mind.
The fruits, and their edibility.
My mind took a turn into the grave upheaval needed in the growing use of hazardous chemicals to ripen the fruits before time, being used recklessly by the fruit vendors.
Many green vegetables are immersed in green color to make them saleable.
The public, though pay exorbitant prices for the poison they purchase and consume.
The taste and charm of olden times fruits are days of bygone era. The use of carbide, is very common, which is banned in western countries but, in India, they are expressly used in every market.
These in turn result in a variety of gastric troubles, and other ailments. Firstly hazardous fertilizers are employed to garner higher produce, then carbide to ripen them before time. My mind wondered where I had read of horticulture experts, saying that calcium carbide used for ripening of the king of fruits to be carcinogenic and thus the final product to be cancerous.
Cautioning public on the adverse effects of chemically ripened mangoes in the market, Mother Dairy had said people should, instead, opt for semi-ripened mangoes.
Taking my sips, my mind took me to the recent news .
http://www.mnn.com/food/healthy-eating/stories/why-india-still-struggles-with-food-safety
It's time to rise our voices, and I can't understand when people will understand the harm they are slowly afflicting to their bodies. Rise friends. It's "Time To Change"
I, heartily congratulate StayFree to have come up with such a novel idea of “Time to Change” concept. This pen down is due to the sole inspiration of their contest topic, at Indiblogger.
Click here to read Tea Time Changes Saga 9
Click here to read previous Saga Seven
"NEW DELHI - Bhim can't understand what he's done wrong.
Before dawn every day he joins hundreds of wholesale traders at Delhi's Azadpur Mandi, a sprawling, chaotic market where trucks blare Bollywood music, porters haul huge brown sacks of fruit and vegetables and hawkers ply tea and cigarettes.
His own trade is in rosy red apples, laced with calcium carbide.
Bhim says he's been adding chemicals to his apples for years to artificially ripen them after a long journey from the Himalayan foothills, despite being told that it causes cancer.
As far as he knows, no-one has ever died from eating his produce. So he can't understand why the authorities are pestering him now, and why he has to pay so many bribes to keep his business afloat."
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It's time to rise our voices, and I can't understand when people will understand the harm they are slowly afflicting to their bodies. Rise friends. It's "Time To Change"
I, heartily congratulate StayFree to have come up with such a novel idea of “Time to Change” concept. This pen down is due to the sole inspiration of their contest topic, at Indiblogger.
Click here to read Tea Time Changes Saga 9
Click here to read previous Saga Seven
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Tea Time Changes Saga 7
It’s morning yet again, and I woke with pleasant hearty mind. I have become very efficient in my tea making process. The blister of three days ago is gone. Now, slowly I am becoming friends with fire. The fire is friendly now, and I feel, it regrets being cause of blister on my hand. I, forgiver that I am, silently bowed and as if forgiving the fire, seeked it’s blessing in my tea making endeavor.
Tea and it’s refreshing sips. I started my tea sip with slow filling intake.
My mind wondered to the menace of stray dogs, and bulls.
I remembered the bold and beautiful command these creatures have over the roads.
One man, known to me, well, just yesterday was chased by a bull, and poor guy slipped and injured his back. Bull, seeing his innocent fall, forgave him, and did not crush and trample him.
In another incident, five days ago, a poor man was chased by a stray dog, and fell and broke his hand. These petty news, never make the headlines, but are of significant importance.
No one comes forward with a resolve to demand for a solution to these grave problems. People see it as destiny and get their treatment done. The other day itself, my housemaid had taken abrupt leave, grounds, her young son had been bitten by a stray ,dog, and she had to take him to a nearby town hospital for injections.
Public awareness on these simple looking troubles and harnessing them was direly necessary.
I remembered the bold and beautiful command these creatures have over the roads.
One man, known to me, well, just yesterday was chased by a bull, and poor guy slipped and injured his back. Bull, seeing his innocent fall, forgave him, and did not crush and trample him.
| This Image is courtesy of tribune news, and the news, "Just after two days when Promila, a Panjab University student, was killed by a stray bull, a 23-year-old student of the Law Department of the university received serious injuries in a road accident involving a stray cow today". Padam Kant Dwivedi, who was injured when a stray cow hit his scooter on Sunday. — A Tribune photograph |
In another incident, five days ago, a poor man was chased by a stray dog, and fell and broke his hand. These petty news, never make the headlines, but are of significant importance.
No one comes forward with a resolve to demand for a solution to these grave problems. People see it as destiny and get their treatment done. The other day itself, my housemaid had taken abrupt leave, grounds, her young son had been bitten by a stray ,dog, and she had to take him to a nearby town hospital for injections.
Public awareness on these simple looking troubles and harnessing them was direly necessary.
I remembered my trip to America five years back, and how I was astonished to see the cleanliness of roads and no stray dogs or open gutters, for people to slip and fall in to like India. I mused, was it for our sins, that these hurdles are just necessary ingredient of our roads.
My mind took me to the point, where I had just loo pressure, and could find no place on the road side in America to relieve myself. Oh! How I missed my homeland then, controlling my bladder was just not in me as I had never come across such situation in my life.
Here I was, and I had been keeping a silence period of one hour, from 6pm to 7 pm. And I was at this very time that the pressure had taken over me. I had kept walking on road searching for some place of release. Seeing a Gas Station I had searched around like a dumb nut, but no sign of restroom anywhere. Twenty munutes had passed and friends, you can imagine my position, something had to be done immediately, and I was unable to speak due to my vow of silence.
I had entered a shop, and though seeing a beautiful lady at counter, taken aback, motioned by hand, strongly feeling she doesn’t take it otherwise, for pen and paper. I can still remember the disgust that had arisen on her face reading the words “RESTROOM ?” that I had written on that piece of paper. She had told me to go to the gas station nearby. I couldn’t tell her that I couldn’t find any there, but took the piece of paper and had went on to try my luck again to that same gas station. Again, not finding any, I had seen a shop adjoining the gas station. When I had shown my “restroom?” paper to the clerk, He had shown me the clean restroom, inside the shop itself. Oh! What a relief it had been. I can never forget my tryst of finding a restroom on American road, silently.
My mind took me to the point, where I had just loo pressure, and could find no place on the road side in America to relieve myself. Oh! How I missed my homeland then, controlling my bladder was just not in me as I had never come across such situation in my life.
Here I was, and I had been keeping a silence period of one hour, from 6pm to 7 pm. And I was at this very time that the pressure had taken over me. I had kept walking on road searching for some place of release. Seeing a Gas Station I had searched around like a dumb nut, but no sign of restroom anywhere. Twenty munutes had passed and friends, you can imagine my position, something had to be done immediately, and I was unable to speak due to my vow of silence.
I had entered a shop, and though seeing a beautiful lady at counter, taken aback, motioned by hand, strongly feeling she doesn’t take it otherwise, for pen and paper. I can still remember the disgust that had arisen on her face reading the words “RESTROOM ?” that I had written on that piece of paper. She had told me to go to the gas station nearby. I couldn’t tell her that I couldn’t find any there, but took the piece of paper and had went on to try my luck again to that same gas station. Again, not finding any, I had seen a shop adjoining the gas station. When I had shown my “restroom?” paper to the clerk, He had shown me the clean restroom, inside the shop itself. Oh! What a relief it had been. I can never forget my tryst of finding a restroom on American road, silently.
The tea cup lay empty, taunting, as if it had too, thoroughly enjoyed my tryst with “RestRoom”.
I, heartily congratulate StayFree to have come up with such a novel idea of “Time to Change” concept. This pen down is due to the sole inspiration of their contest topic, at Indiblogger.
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Tea Time Changes Saga 6
Today, I awoke in a great light mood, and all in the high spirits of early morning. For a change, today I am a little philosophical, like the Japanese zen saints.
They take to making tea, a worship. I, entered the kitchen with a bow, and religiously, put up the water in kettle to boil. I sat in a zen posture, meditating on the sound of boiling water. In a trance, in real soaring spirits, am ready with the steaming hot cups of tea. I slowly, picked up my cup, meditatively to my lips, feeling the vigor and freshness merge with the inner soul.
I am feeling all the zen saints, showering their blessings on my little religious tea making efforts. My mind took me, to the hill by the name of “Ta”,
They take to making tea, a worship. I, entered the kitchen with a bow, and religiously, put up the water in kettle to boil. I sat in a zen posture, meditating on the sound of boiling water. In a trance, in real soaring spirits, am ready with the steaming hot cups of tea. I slowly, picked up my cup, meditatively to my lips, feeling the vigor and freshness merge with the inner soul.
I am feeling all the zen saints, showering their blessings on my little religious tea making efforts. My mind took me, to the hill by the name of “Ta”,
Here, the great zen saint, sits in meditation, with resolve to not let the eye lids drop. Frustrated by eyelid drops, he plucks out the eyelids, and throws them away. Where, the eyelids had fallen, small plant germinated. This came to be known as tea, as it germinated at the hill of ‘Ta’. I let the feel of great saint wash and change my soul, with the fresh energies.
The power of change, filled my mind. The need for change, danced in front of me, and time to change too, courtesy stayFree, looked endearingly for a Samaritan to evolve, with the power to change.
I remembered the great lord Buddha, who had said “appa deepo Bhava”, “ Be your own light”, and then wherever you go, change takes place. The famous story of Angulimaal, the dacoit, flashed in my head. Lord Buddha was going to pass through the jungle, terrorized by Angulimaal, where no man dared tread. They said, he had vowed to cut fingers of 1000 men, and wear the garland of cut fingers. His garland was short of one finger only, when Lord Buddha dared to enter the jungle calmly.
Angulimaal was so ferocious that his mother had run away, lest he would cut her finger and complete the garland of 1000 fingers. Angulimaal was sitting on a rock when he saw Lord Buddha approach towards him. Seeing Lord Buddha, first time in his mind seeds of pity germinated. He shouted at him loudly, “young man, run away for the life of you. Didn’t anyone warn you of my terror while entering the jungle.”
I remembered the great lord Buddha, who had said “appa deepo Bhava”, “ Be your own light”, and then wherever you go, change takes place. The famous story of Angulimaal, the dacoit, flashed in my head. Lord Buddha was going to pass through the jungle, terrorized by Angulimaal, where no man dared tread. They said, he had vowed to cut fingers of 1000 men, and wear the garland of cut fingers. His garland was short of one finger only, when Lord Buddha dared to enter the jungle calmly.
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Angulimaal was so ferocious that his mother had run away, lest he would cut her finger and complete the garland of 1000 fingers. Angulimaal was sitting on a rock when he saw Lord Buddha approach towards him. Seeing Lord Buddha, first time in his mind seeds of pity germinated. He shouted at him loudly, “young man, run away for the life of you. Didn’t anyone warn you of my terror while entering the jungle.”
Lord Buddha calmly replied approaching towards him, “ I have come to complete your vow, Angulimaal, your wait is over.”
Angulimaal shouted at him, “stop still, over there, don’t you dare move”
Lord Buddha continued approaching towards him.
Angulimaal, “are you mad or what, I told you to stop.”
Lord Buddha, continuing his approach said, “ I am not moving, I am still, I stopped moving a long time ago, but I see you are moving”
Angulimaal burst out in ferocious laughter, “ I am sure now you are a mad man, no sane person would dare enter the jungle even. I am sitting still, and you say I am moving, and you are clearly moving towards me, unknown of death encircling you by every approaching step, say that you are still.”
Lord Buddha had come near him by now, said “ Angulimaal, I put forward my head before you to kill me and cut my finger and add it to your garland to complete your vow. But before that there is a small request, cut that leaf, from the branch of the tree.”
Angulimaal, had never in his life seen a dare like Lord Buddha. All his victims were running scared, crying and begging for mercy. This man stood before him, willing to throw away his life, and he was reluctant to kill him. No man had dared talk this much, with him. Laughing with a strong blow of sword many leaves fell down, at his feet.
Seeing this Lord Buddha told Angulimaal to now join them to the tree.
Angulimaal started laughing at him again, “ You are a perfect mad man, how on earth can they be joined.”
Lord Buddha replied clamly, “ What power do you have man, not able to join a broken simple leaf and if you cannot create, what right have you to destroy?”
Hearing this Angulimaal, was transformed. He fell at the feet of Lord Buddha and took initiation into the Bhikshu order.
Tea had become a little lukewarm. I took another sip, thinking deeply. Real change begins with change inside. World continues its pace and changes, I felt the utmost need for everyone to strive to become the change in themselves, to bring harmony in the world. But human nature, I mused, is to change others.
Finishing the tea, I put the empty cup, reflectively, It sure was ripe time to change.
MYSELF
I, heartily congratulate StayFree to have come up with such a novel idea of “Time to Change” concept. This pen down is due to the sole inspiration of their contest topic, at Indiblogger.
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MYSELF
I, heartily congratulate StayFree to have come up with such a novel idea of “Time to Change” concept. This pen down is due to the sole inspiration of their contest topic, at Indiblogger.
Click here to read Tea Time Changes Saga 7
Click here to read previous Saga Five
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