I wake up
every morning to some WhatsApp messages from friends and well-wishers.
“There are
only two ways of living life,” suggested one such message this morning, “Walk
like you are the King or walk like you don’t care who the King is.” The very next one from another friend (who messages
me very rarely) belonged to the spiritual realms as usual: “In pride, in reas’ning
pride, our error lies; All quit their sphere and rush into the skies. Pride
still is aiming at the bless’d abodes, Men would be angels, angels would be
gods.”
The first
message came from a friend who has entrepreneurial ambitions while the sender
of the second one has spiritual aspirations. The first friend, presumably,
sends bulk messages to all in the mailing list every morning and hence the
messages may not be meant for me personally.
The second friend takes a personal interest in me as all spiritually
ambitious people do. Entrepreneurship is
about managing the masses while spirituality is about saving individual souls.
Your ambition
or goals in life determine your actions.
Ambitions being diverse, we are destined to face contradictory messages
particularly in the social media. One
message asked me to be the King one way or the other while the second one
advised just the opposite. [I wonder why
the vowels were replaced with the apostrophe in that message in two key words.]
The first one seeks to boost our pride while the second one douses it because
pride is a serious sin in religions.
I smiled at
both the messages as usual and went on with my morning chores such as watering
my roses and aralias which have neither political nor spiritual aspirations
like me. The messages meant nothing to
me because I have a different perspective which has nothing to do with
achievements, especially political (being the King) or spiritual (being the
Saint). Yet people have always thought
of me as a vainglorious man and hence offered all kinds of spiritual or
psychological guidance most of which meant nothing to me.
The best
treatment I got was from my last principal in the Delhi school who kept me at a
distance assuming I was “pagal.” At
least he didn’t try to heal my insanity.
He was entitled to his perspective just as much as my other good friends
are. Perhaps even more so because he
left me alone.
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DeleteThat's a candid expression. Straight from heart. Reading such things is an altogether different experience. Thanks Sir.
ReplyDeleteJitendra Mathur
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DeleteWe all need real well wishers like your last principal. Amen!
ReplyDeleteAmen to you too. :)
DeleteLife's real moments are always amusing!
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