MY LIFE, MY HOUSE...



















  Pic.: Unnati Jiandani





‘THE COBWEBS’ was one of the popular booklets I had written and published for THE DAWN CLUB in its early years. It was first published in 1991. Once again, what made this book connect with the readers was that it spoke in first person… The passages – some twelve of them - seemed straight from one’s own heart, they sounded like one’s own voice…

In my coming Posts, I wish to bring you these passages, one by one…

Here is the FOREWORD to the book and the first passage - ‘My Life, my house’. Hope, you will like reading them…



FOREWORD

One reason, why we all wait for the Messiah to come, is that we haven’t realized that he has already arrived! The Kingdom of Heaven is, for most of us, far away. We haven’t noticed the beauty of the kingdom here on earth. When the Messiah comes, we stone him, crucify him. When heaven is here, we abuse its virtue. Yes, we wait – there is a great pleasure in waiting, in postponing.

Life is a moment-to-moment business. If we aren’t awake when sunrise takes place, who should we blame for missing out its glory? There is no point in complaining when it drizzles outside – we can, always, come out and play like children. Yes, we can learn to enjoy every moment, every raindrop.

Attitudes are our own mental creations. We can look outside our prison windows and either see the wonderful stars or just a dark night… We can see hope or despair.



Why, then, it isn’t always easy for us to embrace positive attitude? The fundamental reason for this is: we do not want to face reality… There is a strange comfort in seeking protection in our complaints, in those arguments in defence of our failures. We feel safe in our mental cobwebs. Perhaps, the spider continues to inspire all of us… not King Bruce alone!



This book must be read slowly, in silence. It must be read over and over again. The author – as we have said in our earlier publications, too – is YOU. The words are yours… They are your dialogues, your whispers. You may, somewhere along the reading, suddenly, feel like throwing away this book and go out in the garden, to stretch…

Please do it!



PUBLISHER.



MY LIFE, MY HOUSE



My life is my house.

Whenever I ignore it, show negligence,

I see the cobwebs formed all around;

I don’t like to see my life caught-up in these cobwebs,

I don’t want my house to be a ruin.



This earnestness makes me give attention –

Attention to my house, my life.

The more I give attention, the more I see, enquire,

The cobwebs disappear, the house is set in order.



So, here I am, today…

 enquiring, giving attention…

to my life, my house.




GERALD D’CUNHA

Comments

Sunil Das said…
Touching, inspiring!!!! Sunil Das
December 12, 2013 at 1:40 PM
Anonymous said…
Nicely written...
-- Yatin
December 12, 2013 at 1:57 PM
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