A good cinema or a good book must go deep into you heart .disturb your sleep and make you think. In the recent times, indeed for a long time, I have been not able to see movie in theatre; and due to administrative pressures I have been not able to read more both in my subject or other related works. I have a passionate interest to read both fiction and non-fiction. I feel that I have missed many things in the reading list. for a long time This feeling of guilt and academic inadequacy will persist till I breathe last.
For reasons known to god, my time has been consumed away by many in the last few years. Domestic chaos further compounded it. Indeed the latter must have been exploited to do those things which I could not do in the past. At 60 plus, I get wisdom. Indeed life really has started unfolding after 60 only. I am able to see different kinds of benevolent intervention. I am afraid; I would be raising the level of my indebtedness to quite a few.
While changing for the better and also aspiring to be little organized I want to hold on to the naivety I have inherited from my mother and bottle it up partially in order to retain my innocence and child in me for they alone can give me peace. I do not want to be smart nor shrewd, calculative or strategic. They belong to the domain of the great academic politicians I do not want to be a part of that kind of group
Yesterday my young scholar friend was reminding me about the famous poem of Nelson Mandela “we shall overcome” which echoes the optimism of marginalized and neglected. Will Eeelam Tamils or tribal fighting for their livelihood and conserving ecological balance, nearer home l have the fortune and balance to see their existential dilemma resolved?
Will I overcome all my hurdles on the way before shaking hands with the creator? One French Nobel Lauret’s deep contemplation on death comes to my mind. He says: my death is always with me. Even if I don’t feel or realize it, it has been with me always. If that is the case why should I be unnecessarily afraid of it? When it has already arrived and stayed with me, why should I worry and fear that it’s going to visit me at a future date. That will be simply ridiculous. Death is like a page in a book I am reading now, but that is the last page of the book which I have not read yet”.
Therefore, let us read our ‘life book’ unmindful of the fact, whether we will have our time to read until the last page of that book or go while reading the middle; eventually it depends upon that ‘call’. Is it from above or from within, it’s immaterial. The uncertain, unpredictable arrival of death is the only incentive or suspense in the drama of life. We don’t think about it, while everything is going fine. One thing is sure enough, when that alarm bell rings and the call comes, we can’t pretend that we have not heard it. Until then, let us enjoy each moment in life, as if it’s the first or last one and enjoy the value of marginal time. Whether we live one day or hundred years, at each stage of life, we are governed by the behavior at margin. That’s the beauty and novelty of life. Everyone is after fame, name and luxurious life. Leading a luxurious life is not only boring, but also sinful.
For reasons known to god, my time has been consumed away by many in the last few years. Domestic chaos further compounded it. Indeed the latter must have been exploited to do those things which I could not do in the past. At 60 plus, I get wisdom. Indeed life really has started unfolding after 60 only. I am able to see different kinds of benevolent intervention. I am afraid; I would be raising the level of my indebtedness to quite a few.
While changing for the better and also aspiring to be little organized I want to hold on to the naivety I have inherited from my mother and bottle it up partially in order to retain my innocence and child in me for they alone can give me peace. I do not want to be smart nor shrewd, calculative or strategic. They belong to the domain of the great academic politicians I do not want to be a part of that kind of group
Yesterday my young scholar friend was reminding me about the famous poem of Nelson Mandela “we shall overcome” which echoes the optimism of marginalized and neglected. Will Eeelam Tamils or tribal fighting for their livelihood and conserving ecological balance, nearer home l have the fortune and balance to see their existential dilemma resolved?
Will I overcome all my hurdles on the way before shaking hands with the creator? One French Nobel Lauret’s deep contemplation on death comes to my mind. He says: my death is always with me. Even if I don’t feel or realize it, it has been with me always. If that is the case why should I be unnecessarily afraid of it? When it has already arrived and stayed with me, why should I worry and fear that it’s going to visit me at a future date. That will be simply ridiculous. Death is like a page in a book I am reading now, but that is the last page of the book which I have not read yet”.
Therefore, let us read our ‘life book’ unmindful of the fact, whether we will have our time to read until the last page of that book or go while reading the middle; eventually it depends upon that ‘call’. Is it from above or from within, it’s immaterial. The uncertain, unpredictable arrival of death is the only incentive or suspense in the drama of life. We don’t think about it, while everything is going fine. One thing is sure enough, when that alarm bell rings and the call comes, we can’t pretend that we have not heard it. Until then, let us enjoy each moment in life, as if it’s the first or last one and enjoy the value of marginal time. Whether we live one day or hundred years, at each stage of life, we are governed by the behavior at margin. That’s the beauty and novelty of life. Everyone is after fame, name and luxurious life. Leading a luxurious life is not only boring, but also sinful.
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