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Create, not Produce


There is too much productivity in our world.  We are bombarded with commodities.  Half of the TV time is dedicated to advertising commodities most of which are not necessary in anybody’s life.  Half of the newspaper space is similarly dedicated to redundancy. Shopping malls and popular markets bring us a lot of commodities which we don’t need really.  

Suppose we change our focus from production and consumption to creation.  Suppose people start spending some time every day on creating something like a flower vase from waste material, a poem about the agony left by the religion of bombs, a short movie on the mobile camera... Well, each one of us can create something according to our taste and skills.  Create, not produce.  Creation is an act of love.  Production is mere commerce.

The world will be a different place.  Qualitatively different. There will be more beauty than vulgarity. More refinement.  More happiness.


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  1. This is food for thought! It would be a great initiative especially if started early on, say schools encouraged children with a special period each day set out for such an activity. Yes, definitely, food for thought and action!

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    1. Unfortunately our schools end up destroying creativity.

      I'm glad you endorse my suggestion earnestly.

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  2. Creativity vs. Capitalism? It would be a utopia if genuine creativity overthrows capitalism of demand-supply creativity.

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    1. Why not dream for such a utopia? After all, the world runs on dominant ideas and ideologies. Can we reshape the contemporary capitalism?

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    2. I do dream of such utopia. I do Tomichan:) Yes we can reshape it, but how many are with us? In a democracy, majority always wins. A sad part. But I am optimistic

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    3. Religion is the only obstacle, I think. Let's keep up our optimism, in spite of the majority.

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  3. Such a nice thought. The world would be a better place if people created than produced.

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  4. The more you have, the more occupied you are. The less you have, the more free you are.--Mother Teresa

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  5. for this we need to understand real definition of man

    " Man eve manushyanam" & not defination of animal " Ahar nidra bhay & mithunach

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    1. Yes, Sunil ji, dharma differentiates man from animals. Dharma, I long for it as much as Draupadi did!

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  6. Uniqueness vs Mass Production.We do need such ideas to make the world a better place

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  7. If people follow this idea, the world will be definitely a better place.

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    1. And it isn't a difficult thing to do. Just a change of perspective.

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  8. Yeah that's a valid observation, when even learning is not directed to creativity. But how is it going to be done!!

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    1. Parents and teachers can guide the children. But the society has to change its perspectives too.

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  9. Creativity over production? Interesting thoughts. Yes, the world would definitely be qualitatively different then. :)

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  10. a poem about the agony left by the religion of bombs......this makes me cry.....at the tragedy humanity is becoming.....

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  11. yep that is true !! Too much focus on consumerism is snuffing out creativity .

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    1. Look at our children who are addicted to certain products.

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  12. I agree with you absolutely. It's important to create value all the Tim. Just churning the same old leads to Liss if quality.It's important we value what's already there ,but don't forget to "create"as you said so rightly.

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    1. Perhaps we should learn to distance ourselves a little from monetary considerations.

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