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This post is written for Indispire Edition 118: #Values.  It is specifically about three “immensely necessary skilful values” that the emerging generation should possess.

1. Thinking Skills

Serious thinking seems to have gone to some shopping mall and got lost there.  It must be fiddling with the keypad of some smartphone trying to send its selfie picture to everybody in the contact list on half a dozen social network sites where egos go on rollercoaster rides at breakneck speeds.

Let it come back home and sit down coolly with a copy of Will Durant’s Story of Philosophy or  Jennifer Michael Hecht’s Doubt: a history.  Let it hobnob with the insane Nietzsche and the statesmanly Jefferson.  Let it discover the bloom that blushes in the desert for no one in particular.  Let it bathe in the springs of classical literature.  Let it learn to listen to the symphony of the planets. 

2. Scientific Temper

There are a lot of scientists all around.  IT professionals and docs and engineers of all sorts.  Yet why is there a preponderance of superstitious practices?  Why do we still look for rocket technology is Ravana’s Pushpak Vimana and the link to it in some underwater limestone shoals? 

Science should not remain confined to the classroom and the profession.  It should pervade our entire life.  If it does, the world won’t be spending a lion’s share of its wealth manufacturing weapons of mass destruction.  The world will be a beautiful place.  No hate speeches, no jingoism, no terrorism of any sort.

3. Integrity 

Why are there so many frauds in the world?  Does the world create them or do they create the world?  Look at our godmen and other people in religion.  Can we find one percent among them who possess basic honesty?  What about our political leaders? 

Integrity is a skilful value that we can dream about, I guess. 


Comments

  1. I wish there were a religion called science which even the ignorant mob can follow blindly.

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  2. So glad to read this. Thank you for enriching me through your thoughts and experiences.

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    1. Thanks, Chaitali, for suggesting the topic. It's not too often that we get serious themes at Indispire :)

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  3. Very thought provoking! Brevity is the mark of wit. Brief but a depth of pondering has gone inside the writing and inspires the same way. Thank you, sir.

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  4. very apt! I witness the "no brain only selfie" culture everywhere!

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    1. Brain is not used because there are no real challenges for it. Parents worked too hard and secured the future of the next generation. So the generation can afford to play around.

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  5. I agree with your thoughts and the real truth..."brain is not used.......can afford to play."

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  6. The post is so beautifully written and is so much to the point. I'd like to share it on my pages on social media. would like to share it in my network. Hope that's okay :)

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    1. I love publicity :)
      Provided it's not done by religious people :)

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    2. be assured, I'm not religious...!!! :P

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    3. That's why I love it coming from you :)

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  7. Integrity is a hard find thing these days. Trust me is the most abused word. The world revolves around show off, lie, religion and hatred-ism and that's the sad part. I really wonder where we are heading?
    Great write up sir. You are always so straight and to the point.

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    1. We have to believe that we are living in the Kaliyug.

      "By the age of Kali, morality will be reduced to only a quarter of that of the golden age. Thus, the bull will only have one leg: morality will wait on men.
      Rulers will become unreasonable: they will levy taxes unfairly. Rulers will no longer see it their duty to promote spirituality or to protect their subjects: they will become a danger to the world. People will start migrating seeking countries where wheat and Barley form the staple food source.Avarice and wrath will be common, men will openly display animosity towards each other. Ignorance of Dharma will occur. Lust will be viewed as being socially acceptable. People will have thoughts of murder for no justification, and they will see nothing wrong with that mind-set.People will no longer follow the science of reason and instead be led by their emotions instead of their minds. Family murders will also occur. People will see those who are helpless as easy targets and remove everything from them.Many other unwanted changes will occur. The right hand will deceive the left and the left the right. Men with false reputation of learning will teach the Truth and the old will betray the senselessness of the young, and the young will betray the dotage of the old. Cowards will have the reputation of bravery and the brave will be enervated cowards. People will not trust a single person in the world, not even their immediate family. Even husband and wife will find contempt in each other."

      For more: https://answers.yahoo.com/question/index?qid=20061021091201AAkhCxI

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  8. Integrity is doing the right thing, even though no one is watching. Nowadays people are mostly hypocrites and like to show off their integrity.

    You chose very beautiful values, which are very close to my heart!

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    1. All genuine people will accept these values, I'm sure. But, as you say, the world is becoming increasingly hypocritical. I'm also joining the band by necessity or unconsciously. It's so difficult to be honest these days !

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  9. we all agree to your points sir, except your scientific temper what is wrong if finding something which helpfull to current science in pushpak viman.

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