Fight ! Your community is in danger !

"It is because of people like you our religion is suffering. We are not aggressive. We take every nonsense hands down." he said this when I tried to make him understand the uselessness of hatred and benefits of a mature discussion. Of late, my facebook time line showed many such "facebook friends" and real life friends getting too touchy about the subject of religion.

A walk after lunch yesterday, down the common area of our beautiful Greco-Roman styled Hiranandani buildings brought up the same topic. This time, another friend was sharing an experience when he had a heated argument on caste. Each one was claiming to be an expert on the subject and incessantly typing away the glories of his "community" and why every thing else was just balderdash.

These are just two of many such experiences.

I knew I can't convince every person I know that living peacefully and in harmony is a much better option. There is no need for that too. Each of us are responsible beings, or so I believe. It took some time for me to understand but I realised that in this era of "facebook experts", keeping your opinions private is possibly the best solution. So I restrained myself getting into these sensitive topics, unless it's a private talk between two mature individuals.

And then I saw a movie called, American History X. I felt I have to share it with my readers. It's a Hollywood movie showing a neighbourhood with deep divisions between the whites and non-whites ( Black, Hispanic, Asian and so on. ). Each "community" deeply hates the other. Somehow the movie reminded me of the current situation in India. All of us forming groups based on some common factor - caste, religion, language, state... Who knows tomorrow, may be even on their underwear color :/. People spreading hatred about other "communities" and/or glorifying theirs. People asking every one to teach the other "a lesson".

When you would see the movie, you'll be able to relate it to many recent incidents of violence and hatred that happened in India. And that made this movie even more special. I won't divulge the storyline here, because I really want you to see the movie and know for yourself. But there is one scene which I would like to share. The protagonist who was a gang leader is in the hospital and his teacher comes to pay him a visit, telling him how his brother is going down the same path as he did years back. And he asks -
"Has all that you have done, made your life better ?"

Happy Independence day !

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Buddha Nagar

Buddha Nagar

Jason had heard that there was a place called Buddha Nagar where everyone was enlightened. He set out looking for this mythical town. After years of wandering, he came to a river. Across the river was Buddha Nagar.

Jason got onto a boat. The cool breeze felt so good. A wave of joy swept through him. At last, he had made it to Buddha Nagar. He congratulated himself on the success of his mission. His patience, his struggles had borne fruit. As he looked around with a sense of satisfaction, his eyes fastened onto a corpse floating away. He looked carefully. Why, it was his own corpse. In a single moment, all his achievements, his virtues, his spirituality, even his making it to Buddha Nagar were gone forever. What a loss!

In deep sorrow, Jason started crying, first slowly and then uncontrollably. Then through his tears, he looked at the corpse a second time only to find that his sorrow and sense of loss too had floated away. An all-enveloping peace descended on him. He was liberated from joy and sorrow.  When you can see your own corpse, when you can see your judgments floating away, every place is Buddha Nagar. That is when you come alive for the first time.

From a story published once in


Story from The Art of manliness on Gratitude :

The District of Columbia police auctioned off about 100 unclaimed bicycles Friday. “One dollar,” said an 11-year-old boy as the bidding opened on the first bike. The bidding, however, went much higher. “One dollar,” the boy repeated hopefully each time another bike came up. 

The auctioneer, who had been auctioning stolen or lost bikes for 43 years, noticed that the boy’s hopes seemed to soar higher whenever a racer-type bicycle was put up.

Then there was just one racer left. The bidding went to eight dollars. “Sold to that boy over there for nine dollars!” said the auctioneer. He took eight dollars from his own pocket and asked the boy for his dollar. The youngster turned it over in pennies, nickels, dimes, and quarters — took his bike, and started to leave. But he went only a few feet. Carefully parking his new possession, he went back, gratefully threw his arms around the auctioneer’s neck, and cried. 

How many of us show such gratitude ? If no, let's pick up the phone today, meet up or just message a thank you to someone, who you feel needs to be thanked. A heartfelt thank you, can go a very long way.

Keep living, keep rocking.