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Messing up Messiahs


Interfering with other people’s affairs seems to be a very common feature of the Indian culture.  The Sharmas cannot survive without finding out what is cooking in the Varmas’ kitchen and vice versa.  Worse, the Sharmas will not rest contented with poking their noses into the Varma tastes and flavours but insist on altering some of them.

Meddling with other people’s affairs, imposing our truths and notions on them, chipping away at others’ preferences and proclivities, moulding them according to our fancies is the most sickening aspect of existence in my country.  I have been a victim of this for most part of my life.  There was a dedicated group of people who wished to reshape my personality.  They took an inordinate interest in my affairs and started the chipping.  I must have looked like a gargoyle to them and they insisted on converting the gargoyle into a Galatea.  Nothing good came of it.  My life became a protracted agony which I endured – that’s all and nothing more.  I repeat, absolutely nothing good came of all the chipping they did. 

Wanting to be the Messiah in somebody’s life may be a noble wish in religions.  In actual life the cross is the best place for the Messiah.  If you are not happy with others save yourself from them by embracing your own cross.  Let others be.  There are thousands of religions in the world.  Millions of religious preachers.  Billions of prayers rise to the heavens every moment.  But the world has not become any better a place.  And it’s not going to be any better with all the gods and their chipping Messiahs. 

You can at best be an example by living your life as well as you please.  One good deed from you may inspire a gargoyle to smile instead of smirk. One good word can do far more than a thousand chisels when it comes to walking gargoyles. 

PS. Written for Indispire Edition 154. #LessonOfLife

 

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  1. Amit AgarwalJanuary 27, 2017 at 11:48 AM

    Exactly my feelings..thank you Tom sir for giving words to MY thoughts:)
    I couldn't have said it this beautifully!

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  2. Rekha'sJanuary 27, 2017 at 2:52 PM

    Very true Tomichand Ji. I guess, this is a past time of no of people. Specially negative and sick people love doing this. I really loved your sentence - "a dedicated group of people who wished to reshape my personality."
    Actually, They try to do this with everyone except them self.

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    1. Tomichan MatheikalJanuary 27, 2017 at 3:24 PM

      They are self-righteous. Others are wrong, according to them. Most such people have their pet gods too.

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  3. sunaina sharmaJanuary 27, 2017 at 5:17 PM

    Will they ever realize they are 'meddlesome'? No - they will always think that they are our well-wishers....!!!

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  4. Roohi BhatnagarJanuary 28, 2017 at 12:53 AM

    So true. If there is one story that is to be recited every morning, it should be about that man, boy, donkey and the villagers.

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    1. Tomichan MatheikalJanuary 28, 2017 at 7:07 AM

      Gossiping is understandable. Self- anointed Messiahs go beyond that and ruin people...

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  5. Murthy K v v sJanuary 29, 2017 at 1:39 PM

    Sir. my review on your book. http://www.manabhadradri.com/2017/01/the-nomad-learns-morality-review.html#links

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  6. MansiJanuary 30, 2017 at 9:20 PM

    Wenever I m juggling with something in my life.. Your blogs always give me clarity. Also it's a great prompt

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    1. Tomichan MatheikalJanuary 30, 2017 at 9:34 PM

      Glad to hear that Mansi.Juggling is unavoidable to a great extent anyway.

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  7. negiFebruary 5, 2017 at 9:59 PM

    to create the interest of kid in study visit http://www.kidsfront.com/

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