‘Be not content with
the ease of a passing day, and deprive not thyself of everlasting rest. Barter
not the garden of eternal delight for the dust-heap of a mortal world. Ascend
to the glorious meals above, and wing thy flight unto paradise “.
Bahai Hidden words #39
I do not know to what
degree my boys Professors Ammanulah and Aravanan were snatched away at the
young age in gruesome car accident to partake
heavenly meals ;more recently the
young Muthukumar who was ascending in the literary/film world was gently taken
under the guise of jaundice. I had hat trick in falling thrice some years ago
hit from behind twice and head on
collusion once and the gift of God was that I was not aware of the fall ie not
conscious at the time of hit but suddenly get up as if nothing had happened bt
blood profusely running from the rear portion of the head and drenching the new
banian and the new shirt(?) .In all the three cases In the process of
volunteering to help the fellow2 human
-friends and colleagues, I met with these accidents. All were fatal. Why did God save
me?
Why recollect all these memories now? Why did Iqbal not type
that piece “Hat trick in falling” and
got it misplaced? When I step into my late sixties I realize the speed with
which the days are passing and I do not want to rest on the arm chair and enjoy
the ease of each passing day. Living among the dust-heap of books and files
accumulated over 50 years I want to taste the meals here, sip tea and God
willing occasional sumptuous food to
test the digestive system and just read.
In the last week I had a troubled sleep, remaining awake till
1 or2 am grossly abusing my
system and spoiling health.Abhoring day
time sleep and going to bed at 10 30 I could get up at 4 an ideal time for me to read for an hour “The future of Money “ –the book on
crisis gifted by Armstrong and sent thro
Jain is on the bed.As it needs my gentle caressing let me stop here .Ben Bernanke is also
simultaneously read.I pray that these twins will put me on the track to work on
my volumes suspended for long - for ages.
Oh! The supreme I do not have the age on my side and help me to get freedom from the academic
debris consciously collected because of unbridled academic greed.
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