A recent post in a social media site depicts
the fate of Modern Man :
Touched Moon and
neighbors unknown;
High IQ but with less
Emotions; and Good Knowledge and Less Wisdom.
Is it the kind of progress we want to head in life ?
The rat race of our lives completely robs of our sensitivity and
serenity of mind. There is no time to feel the emotions nor time
for introspection / reflection of actions done, but only accounting of
finances before retire to sleep. I doubt that majority of
us are really leading rich emotional lives !
When I read scriptures or any other spiritual text or great philosophy
books, I find that the man should have two essential qualities with him.
: Compassion and Gratitude. When this twin qualities become our
second skin, the journey of life becomes fulfilled.
When I grow up and started earning in 1990s, my task on
pay -day is to go to bus stand or railway station to search for
needy and distressing people to extend my assistance in the form of
some money to express my gratitude to Almighty who has
not given me that role to play. Those acts of kindness give me serenity
and I go back home happily feeling pride of my actions.
My heart naturally tilts towards poor, especially
who do physical labour and sweat out to earn those needy bucks like daily
labourer or rickshaw pullers who toil hard to make both ends meet.
Whenever, I use their services, I do give some extra money over and above the
bargained rate. My heart inundates with a feeling of achievement when I
see a smile on their faces.
Whenever greed overpowers me, I visit places of
less-privileged who take alms at temples, busy market hubs etc.
Recently to grab some experience on such sort, I visited Old Delhi - Chandini
Chowk.
When I saw the physically distressing beggarly man
which you see above, I am reminded of a Persian Proverb: I
weep because I have no shoe, until I saw a man who has no feet.
One day when I was strolling in park nearby my
home, suddenly, it came to my senses that I crushed the crawling insects on my
path. Seeing and counting the dead insects, their
staggering number ached my heart deeply.
Till the man reaches forty, hormones hijack
him. He starts learning to live life only once he
crosses that threshold age. The reason is that he gets the feeling of
elapsing time. To show compassion and live with gratitude are not the qualities
that he needs to borrow from books or others. In fact, it is in his innate
nature. The more he cultivates, the better man he becomes!.
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