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VINAASH KAALE, VIPREET BUDDHI

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Pic .: Sana Shetty I f we look back and reflect on what Hitler did – including the Holocaust and the Second World-War – it simply boils down to that old Sanskrit wisdom , ‘Vinaash Kaale, Vipreet Buddhi’ …It means: when one’s end is nearing, he acts without his intelligence. In the same Second World-War, look at what Japan did. It did not surrender even after Germany and others did. It continued to unleash havoc even though it knew what was in store for it. And, the wickedest – and the dumbest - act it did was to attack Pearl Harbor. Till then, America was not dragged into the War. Now, this one act of madness on part of Japan was enough to awaken the sleeping giant… and, you know what happened after that! Every dark act in human history is carried out by man in his dark hour – at a time when he had acted against his intelligence… The most negative and the wickedest acts are the result of this… Man going against his intelligence… Saddam Hussein did t...

SHEDDING IS JOYFUL... SKINNING IS PAINFUL.

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A snake sheds its skin, time to time, in order to facilitate its constant growth… to make way for new skin. It has outgrown the old, doesn’t fit into it, any more… So, it knows that the time has come to discard its old robe… it rubs itself to a hard surface, starting from its nose till the skin comes off its tail… It is one of Nature’s incredibly amazing scenes to behold... And, yes, it is, also, one of Her most priceless lessons to us, the humans. There is another reason why a snake sheds its old skin: to do away the parasites along the old skin. The parasites feast on snake’s body… drinking its blood, eating up its skin and flesh. So, if the snake is unwilling to let go of her old skin – however dear and beautiful it is - it should be prepared to bear the consequences: suffer and perish! Now, imagine, someone is skinning this snake… The way a chicken or a goat is skinned by us, the humans, to eat! Holding on, in our minds, to anything...
THE WILD, WAYSIDE FLOWERS
There is, always, something extra-ordinary in the wild, wayside flowers...