~ Reflections ~

Everything in our life has a purpose.. The purpose of the seed is to help germinate,and then help in bearing fruit. Even though the seed is finally thrown out while ebing eaten. So what matters is our purpose in life..how does it matter what becomes of us ultimately.. Or does it ?!?

What is the significance of Mother's Day...or Father's Day or Valentine's Day. I am not questioning the importance of these people in our lives… but do we require a day to express our love/gratitude towards them. The concept was okay, but the way these days have now been publicised, i feel they've all lost their meaning and initial purpose.Most of these days were celebrated so that unexpressed feelings could be expressed. But now, by the looks of it, it seems that these "days" seems to have lost their glory. In nowadays world, not wishing your parent on Parents day is a gross mistake...not having a valentine is a sin! I might sound cynical…and probably I am…but I feel these days have been hyped too much , leading to absolute loss of meaning and purpose !

What is success - is it earning a name and status or is it being financially well off. Is success about being rich , or is it about being recognized when you are walking on the streets ! If it is all about the money , then are the Laloo's and the Quattrocchi's of the world successful.... Besides,is there any way of measuring success. A man who doesn't have the money would consider it a success if he's able to feed himself daily. A handicapped person might consider it a success to accomplish "simple" tasks. We basically associate success with accomplishment of tasks we find tough. So each of us has a different view of what/who a success is to them depending on their weaknesses. "Success is counted sweetest by those who ne'er succeed. To comprehend a nectar Requires sorest need." ~ Emily Dickinson

I suddenly felt this urge to express my feeling on the subject after I saw a movie (read Rang De Basanti )… I quite agree with what the director has to say… Its not about criticising the system, but trying to correct the system, by becoming a part of it. If we don’t want to be a part of it , we have no right to criticise it. If we don’t have the courage to stand up to the injustice we face, we have no right to crib about it. And I use WE here because this is not just about me or you ...but all of us… all of us who have a problem identifying with our country, our political system.. Its easier to stand outside and simply comment,but it requires courage to try and do something about it. I don't suggest what the actors in the movie did..thats an impractical solution. But if we stand up for our rights , for what we think is correct..that itself should be a sufficient beginning. We need to stop looking for the easier way out of every situation, and instead think of the correct way. Even ...

We all keep our homes clean.. but we don’t think twice before littering the streets. We behave our best when we are in foreign land , but as soon as we touch home , we get back to "normal". Travelling by the Metro is amazing , not just in terms of the technology used etc but also because you actually come to realise how clean the people of Delhi can be, how well behaved and law abiding they become when they have to. But its like witnessing a metamorphosis, when the same person who didn’t even drop a piece of paper walks out of the station and spits at the exit. What I am unable to grasp each time is that when we have it in us, to keep our environment and surroundings clean, what compels us to dirty places we visit. Why don’t we promise ourselves... for our sake, that we will not litter around. The change we need to make is not in people around us but ourselves.. by thinking of OUR country as HOME.

This is a forward i got.. though i should share it Have you ever watched kids On a merry-go-round? Or listened to the rain Slapping on the ground? Ever followed a butterfly's erratic flight? Or gazed at the sun into the fading night? You better slow down. Don't dance so fast. Time is short. The music won't last. Do you run through each day On the fly? When you ask "How are you? "Do you hear the reply? When the day is done Do you lie in your bed With the next hundred chores Running through your head? You'd better slow down Don't dance so fast. Time is short. The music won't last. Ever told your child, We'll do it tomorrow? And in your haste, Not see! his sorrow? Ever lost touch, Let a good friendship die Cause you never had time To call and say "Hi"? You'd better slow down. Don't dance so fast. Time is short. The music won't last. When you run so fast to get somewhere, You miss half the fun of gettingthere. When you worry and h...