Posts

Showing posts with the label DECISION

CAN I START FROM TOMORROW

Image
If I do not like a certain living condition in my life, I must deeply desire to get out of it. Then, I should take a quick, firm decision to come out. The moment I dilly-dally about my decision, the more I postpone my decision, it is a foregone conclusion that I would rot there in the same condition… Wishing to change our situations in life – the rot – would always remain a wish. It takes a strong desire and a determined will to clear the rot… Any rot, I say. Rot, here, is just a metaphor… Any situation, any condition, in my life, which I really, really do not like, which hampers my growth and well-being, is rot… It should go. But, then, how will it go, unless and until I get up and do something about it, and now? I remember one more Mulla Nasruddin story. Once, Mulla was going through a very disturbing situation in his life. Every night, he would be troubled by a weird dream… in which he had wrestling matches wit...

THE TOXIC ELEMENTS

The old man had seven children - three sons, and four daughters. And, he died with his boots on. At 80. This man came from a very humble back round, worked very hard to give a decent education to his seven children. When he died, he left for them a large house that had five bathrooms. The daughters had been married, and they stayed separately. Two of the three sons were married and stayed under the same roof. The youngest of the siblings, the unmarried son, was a spoilt brat. For him, everything had come on a platter. His two elder brothers worked hard to keep up their father's legacy. But, the last one, was born to ruin it. Troubles began to brew up soon after the old man's demise. The youngest one, who was a college-dropout, would come home, late in the nights, fully drunk. His mornings began only at ten. Then, a towel tied around his waist, he would wile away his time, just because 'his' bath room was occupied by some one else. He would never, ever enter another! Yes...
THE WILD, WAYSIDE FLOWERS
There is, always, something extra-ordinary in the wild, wayside flowers...