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THE QUIETER YOU BECOME

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  “The quieter you become, the more you can hear.” Unknown I find heated arguments and battle of egos a complete waste of time. If I have to paraphrase what I just said, in the words of a wise soul, “We don’t waste time; we waste ourselves.” As years roll by, my desire to get into heated arguments - with anyone, anywhere and on anything - seems diminishing. I avoid them like plague. But, occasionally, when I walk into this trap, the experience leaves me with a bad taste in my mouth, and a heavy feeling in my heart! I seriously think, that discussions should be guided by our hearts and heads, both. Life becomes better because of such exchange of views. The moment the head tries to dominate, the discussions become intense arguments – the battle of egos… Those are the traps, which I try to avoid, as far as possible… I tell myself, “Let the other guy keep his view; let me keep mine.” Once the discussions turn into blind arguments, they also turn us deaf and brain-dead. We sh...

TWEET AND TROLL... AND LOSING THE HANDLE

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“Each reaction we have is there to inspect us and reveal our own nature to ourselves and for ourselves; it is never about others.”  ―  Bryant McGill , R ight now, as I type these words, a bird is chirping. There as a small garden just outside my office… She is sitting somewhere on the branch of one of the trees in this garden… She must be a small bird… For, I cannot spot her despite my efforts to do it… But, her chirping – call it her communication, voice or song whatever – yes, I can distinctly hear… What is that this little bird wants to tell the world? Who cares, anyway! It is a different scenario early in the mornings while I do my rounds of walk… It is pitch-dark and there is absolute silence… In this silence, I can listen to my heartbeats… I can hear and feel each breath I take as I walk… Suddenly, the birds wake up from their sleep… and they all start chirping together incessantly, endlessly… My attention goes to their s...
THE WILD, WAYSIDE FLOWERS
There is, always, something extra-ordinary in the wild, wayside flowers...