PERFECTION

Hi Friends.. I was away for a long time and may not even be accessible for sometime to come..But let me tell u all that I always missed u all.. I do put in my endevour to go through comments on my write ups and attempt to offer mine when asked for..

Sitting here right next to TV, on this wonderful Sunday morning, I m wondering over the question of adopting a set routine in our life..Do we need to adopt some kind of routine in our day to life or let it happen the way destiny decides it for us.. Some would say that we need to have some sense of decipline and that goes to suport a set routine, set rules and standards to begin and end the day for us. I however feel that let the life takes its own path...We may however make an attempt to guide it for a predetermined goal..

It is extremely important not to have one,s life all blocked out, not to have days and weeks totally organised. Its essential to leave gaps and interludes for spontaneous actions, for it is often in spontaneity and surprises that we open ourself to the unlimited opportunities and new areas brought into our lives by chance. It is often inconsequence and unpredictablity of these very moments that our life paths take their most interesting turnings..

When I woke up this morning, I thought of a test in my office for the subordinate staff. The test was for grant of classification pay. It made me think and I thought to share it with my fellow friends here.

Why there is need to divide up,classify and neatly package every new thing, every new acquaintance? Why cant we see everything in their basic essence..Why should we put degree of seperation between things. Why should we judge humans at all and award them some kind of classification. Why does the thought of judging a person come to us, with his personality, his status in society,his many other qualities. For me to try to classify something so complex as an individual human being merely demonstrate my own shallowless. A judgement of another person is an abstraction that adds qualities that are not there and leaves out what is unique about him. If I classify someone, I turn him into a thing. The only way for me to contact this other person is to experince him, not think about him.

        Why do we dream at all..?..Is it some natural mechanism inbuilt within us to relieve excess stress and pain ..?..Or there is some hidden msg , providing us some tacit hint..
         I guess lots of research have gone into it, trying to fathom out its meaning, its need. A whole lot of people claim to read your dreams.. My belief is that we always dream for  things which are possible.Ya, it does happen that most of the time, you have weird dreams, something which appear meaningless and strange, yet I believe there is always an element of possibility..I can only summarise it in these words :......"Dreams come true, without that possibility, nature would not incite us to have them"...

      Sometime a mere  slip of word or two may put you in a very embarrassing position. I learnt it hard way, when I was posted in a place called Missamari(Assam), It so happned that for a short duration, our Higher HQ had to move out on field exercise. The area where the HQ was to move was in the general proximity of our Unit, and therefore the responsibility to look after the adminitration of Officers in the HQ obviously came on us. So one fine morning my Commanding Officer called me and tasked me to look for a probabale place for establishing Officers Mess for the Officers of HQ
      I knew about one Nurshing Officers Mess building which was not being used for many years in the station. It was a nice building requiring few touches. My CO liked the idea and we took up a case for taking over the building for the duration of exercise.  The same was approved by the appropriate authority  and I was asked by my CO to write a letter to Chief Matron in the Military Hospital for handing over the building for our use. So I proceeded and wrote a request to Chief Matron in the Hospital. It read something like this;
              Madam,
                     With refernce to our request vide our letter No -- dated--, it is requested that your Nurshing Officers Mess be handed over to the undersigned at the earliest. The same will be used by the Officers of HQ--- for the duration of---days.

       So next day  I visited Chief Matron for taking over the building. She looked at me with a strange face and showed me the letter of request and asked if I had signed the letter.  "Of course madam, I have signed it, is there something wrong?"was my innocent reply. " You better read it to me right now here", she insisted. Puzzled, I obliged and read the letter to her. it read like this ;
              Madam,
                     With reference to our request vide our leter No -- dated---, it is requested that your Nurshing Officers be handed over to the undersigned. same will be used by the officers of HQ --- for the duration of ___ days.
      To my horror I realised what I blunder I had committed. My clerk had omitted the word "MESS" from the complete name of "Nurshing Officers Mess", thereby changing its complete meaning. And I just signed it without noticing this error. It was a herculian task to pacify her. It soon became talk of town and no prices for guessing the comments I received from my colleagues and seniors with note of sarcasm and wink on their faces..
    So friends!!!! read carefully before putting your sign..
                   

        While posted in Allahabad in the year 2004, I was the Mess secretary of our Mess and thus responsibilty for organising parties or get togethers rested on me. In one winter evening we had a party in our Mess and the fun went on till 12 night. The party though was a great success, but it was,nt all well for me since I received some news from my home on my phone which was disturbing me. And I was,nt in good mood at all. Anyway, I was the last to leave the Mess. It was quite cold that day. I had swithed on the car heater and was on my way to my room. While coming out of the Mess gate, I saw a strange sight. I saw a begger on the opposite side of the road, sitting on a hand moved trolly. I further notived that one of his hand was missing and he was moving his trolly with his remaining one hand. His condition was really bad. He hardly had any cloths on and with long beard and poor look on his face, he was what one can say, "poverty in its worst form".
      I dont know why I stopped my car and started watching him, his action and what he might do next. I saw him crossing the road on his trolly and moving his cart towards my side. He probabaly had not seen me till now.After a while I saw him moving ahead and crossing my car. I could see him clearly now..Seeing him in that condition in that hour of winder night, I was sure that I have never seen any human in such pathetic condition ever.
    Than suddenly he stopped and turned back and looked atraight into my eyes. I could see his eyes under the street light in the warmth of my car. I felt little uncomfortable seeing the intensity in those eyes. He looked at me for a while and than gave a smile. He smiled as if he was reading what was going inside my mind. And than he truned back and resumed his journey towards unknown..I thought my mind was frozen for a moment. I just didnt know what had hit me. The only thing, I could think at that moment was, what a great fool I am !! I have everything with me, God has been kind enough to have given me so much. I have health, wealth and whole list of well wishers and yet I am not happy, not contented with life, worried over mundane affairs. And there, the poor soul, who passed by my car had nothing, probabaly a curse on human kind, had reason to SMILE..
      He could smile despite all odds against him..I could,nt sleep well that night . Today, when I feel I am depressed  for some reson, I remember that night, recall his deep penetrating eyes  and I feel beter again.. My thanx to that unknown soul!!!

           I had a dream last night, in fact we all have every night, its just that we do not recall most of them. But it was a lovely experience and can recall each and every moment of it. And the more I think of it, more I tend to believe that the world in reality is nothing more than an Illusion.We feel evrything thats hapening with us in our dream to be true. We actually experiences shock,pleasure,sorrow, agonies and happiness the way we feel in our normal routine life.
         If that be the case than, is,nt it logical to think that someday we wake up even from our present state and realise that whatever happened with us, our complete life cycle was nothing more than a dream.. A long interesting DREAM!!!..So what are we right now, which state we are in rignt now..?
        Is death another form of awakening from a dream..?..Does our death takes us to a diffrent domension making us realise that the beautiful experince that we had,that we call "LIFE" was nothing more than an Illusion..?
       The similarity of experiences between a dream and my present form while I am awake makes me ponder on it..

Sometime back, reading old news on the plight of Bombay bar Dancers, I was thinking, where did they go wrong or rather we found them wrong. And I realised it was there "no value, no status, no mass appeal" factor that ensured their appeals, there pleas went unheard.What were the objections on them? That they were kinnda corrupting the mind of men and thereby causing harm to society or may be streaching little more and enticing men and thus encouraging prostitution? Well, to me I feel they were just selling what one may say their art, their shame, their pride and may be their helplessness for their survival. Now what are our so called glamourous well known well appreciated actresses do on screen? Dont they show their skin, or dont they show what would amount to causing ripples in a normal men? And yet they are praised, widely talked about and even given awards. I do not find any diffrence between what an ordinary Bar dancer sells or the well known film actresses.