Reacting to bad news

I've realized a noticeable change in the way I react to accidents or
other panic inducing situations or news. The reason for this
realization was two incidents within a day, that I'm sure I would had
reacted differently a while back.

First, woke up in morning, but was still quite sleepy and stretched
out one hand to grab a bottle of water... while other hand was pressed
on the mattress for support. Heard a crackling sound. Realized I had
kept my glasses there while dozing off at night.

My usual reaction would be to get jolted out of sleep, look at the
situation and go "shit shit shit"... then feel bad about it. But none
of that happened, I backed off, picked up my now half-twisted glasses,
smiled at my stupidity, kept them aside, drank water and went back to
sleep. Properly woke up an hour later, fixed the glasses and have been
wearing since :)

Second incident was barely an hour back when electric fluctuations
took out my computer while it was booting and later the computer
refused to start up. I've faced it before, and I know it will take a
while to fix. But I just turned it off, took a book to read and
tweeted about it after a while. I know my work is pending. But losing
my calm won't make me any more productive. Even while writing this
from my mobile, I know I have to still fix computer. But I'm not
panicing.

Many thanks to my father for introducing me to this alternate reaction
technique. I've always tinkered with stuff, and managed to break many
things as a kid. Dad or mom never yelled the moment something broke.
Their first question was "Are you alright?" then "Lets clean this mess
up." and sometime later in the day came "What the heck were you
thinking?"

I've picked it up quite well apparently :)

Note to audience: You could practice this too, if there was one reason
why this helps... it makes telling truth easier. Once I dented our
family car, lost phone that dad gifted me, failed in exams... but I
was never afraid to tell my parents what really happened. Which
ensured I got help when I needed it. I wasn't let off the hook tho,
reprimand came in much later. Sometimes the punishment seemed harsh,
but was never delivered when I needed help.

Works with friends too. My closest friends know well that I don't
freak out whatever they have to confess to. So they first talk to me.
Guess this habit makes everyone's life a tad bit better.

Thanks dad, thanks ma :)

Tagged philosophy rant

Flowing Water

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Once upon a time, there was an old sage, people went to him with their problems in their hearts and came back with solutions in their heads. This monk was known across the lands and seas.

A man once came up to him and spoke, ‘Master, I am never confident… I seem to be afraid of everything. I’m afraid to start anything because I don’t know if I can handle all the tasks involved.’

The monk was looking at the waterfall at a distance. With a few passing moments, a smile appeared on his face and he asked the man to look at the waterfall. They both stared into almost nothingness as the water seemed to carelessly jump out of the river and plunge towards the earth. So much confidence!

The monk broke the silence, ‘So mighty a force; the flowing water. Cuts through rocks and shapes the earth. The river unstoppable; marks its own course. The streams bring more force as they join and make the river even more powerful.’

He then pointed to a small puddle of water from which a few goats were drinking water…

‘What use is a puddle? Join up the puddles and make a lake… thrust out a stream and form a river.’

The man started connecting the dots…

   * Puddles = my potential skills
   * Lake = my personality, my being, a unification of all that I can do and be.
   * Stream = channelize my skills
   * River = unify my skills with those of others and be a driving force in this life.

He smiled back at the monk, thanked him and started the journey back home.

(Originally written on October 18, 2008)

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Time, Personified

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Known as वडारी / Wadari in Marathi, the profession of stone cutters is a hard one. While going through my collection while thinking about how time deals with relations and emotional wounds, I found a striking similarity between a Wadari and Time itself.

This man sitting on a pile of fragments of rocks relentlessly hammers down anything that's large enough to be spotted by his keen eye. Time reduces everything to unrecognizable bits, a one way puzzle that can only be created, rarely ever solved. Chaos is the ultimate weapon, ultimate destroyer of everything that makes sense. Time wields chaos in it's right hand.

When I see this man working through the day striking his hammer at rocks, I don't just see a man making ends meet… I see the greatest leveler of all, personified in a humble Wadari.

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