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“To be or not to be?” Can there be another sentence more poignant with irony than this? Life all around is so full of oxymorons, coexisting with each other, as if it is an unwritten law of life. Perhaps most prominent among the ironies is human nature itself. Isn’t it sad that we spend our entire life in earning wealth, riches and property and finally we are forced to spend all that accumulated wealth and property to gain back that lost life and health. We make palatial houses of royal grandeur, interspersed with captivating lawns and beautiful plantations, laid back swimming pools and Belgian Chandeliers. But in the process we have sacrificed our homes, our personal lives. We build palaces of brick and mortar but forget that what is more important is that love must be present in it. People sadly race to farm houses to carry on their work with greater vitality and lesser disturbance.
We have built aeroplanes, yatches and supersonic jets. In a matter of hours we can revolve around the earth. But we do not have even a few minutes to spare for our unassuming neighbor. We can speak to people across the seas with the press of a button. We have STD, we have ISD, we have instant messaging and a host of messengers and their like. Surprising, isn’t it that we find it impossible to say a ‘Hi’, ‘hello’ or ‘good morning’ or more basic- just smile at someone passing by the road. God creates and brings us into this world with so many hopes and aspirations on us….So much He keeps at stake, just for our sake. So much being our worth, we behave as if our births have not been pre-planned, we behave as if we were born at random, with no will and out of nothing in particular. We are deemed to achieve great things in life, made to ascend lofty dreams, yet we doom ourselves to damnation, determined in the most fanatic fashion not to achieve anything to take a note of.
We have journeyed to the moon, we have vacationed in space, we have threatened to unravel the universe in totality. Unfortunately, having done all that we cannot move an inch within…We are strangers to ourselves, then whom do we know actually? We are prepared and ready to pour out tons and tons of advice in all kinds of matters, yet, when it comes to practicing things, even an ounce of practice gets far beyond our humble selves. We can talk without a pause on and on forever, gossip about all sorts of things, jabber without any inkling of tiredness, but when it comes to our tired and worn-out parents, even speaking a few words gets boring and tiring. When we are small we can ask the same stupid question for over thirty times and we expect an answer every single time, yet when we grow up and someone repeats something more than thrice, the fuse blows out and we pick shades to shower our anger on them.
We are all born rich, but during the course of our lives we all become beggars. We are all born true and innocent, we take education to make us intelligent and we end up as fools sacrificing neatly the fine intelligence that we really were born with. We get wild and frustrated when others do something against our liking and then we go on doing things that we like, irrespective of the fact that it hurts or pricks another person. We run through our childhood, eager to be a young boy and then a man. And once we become men, when life seems to be drawing on our blood, we firmly wish and beg for our lost childhood…a childhood wasted for nothing. We seek a name, fame and popularity, we sell our souls to the masses and then having done all that, we demand solitude, we demand that the world stop bothering us anymore… We smile at people, joke and poke fun, yet we keep our grudges strong and deep within ourselves. We scream and vocalize our supportive thoughts on equality of all when we are being judged, yet when we are offered the judge’s chair, there is only place left for our biases and prejudices and then things like equality are better spoken than practiced.
We waste no time in pelting stones of blame and wretchedness on people who fail in their duties, yet when it comes to doing our own jobs well, we have the biggest trouble because it is because of the wretched others that our job is incomplete. We are well equipped and have mastered talks, seminars and power point presentations, yet we have lost ground when it comes to the simplest mode of communication- PRACTISE….
We have built aeroplanes, yatches and supersonic jets. In a matter of hours we can revolve around the earth. But we do not have even a few minutes to spare for our unassuming neighbor. We can speak to people across the seas with the press of a button. We have STD, we have ISD, we have instant messaging and a host of messengers and their like. Surprising, isn’t it that we find it impossible to say a ‘Hi’, ‘hello’ or ‘good morning’ or more basic- just smile at someone passing by the road. God creates and brings us into this world with so many hopes and aspirations on us….So much He keeps at stake, just for our sake. So much being our worth, we behave as if our births have not been pre-planned, we behave as if we were born at random, with no will and out of nothing in particular. We are deemed to achieve great things in life, made to ascend lofty dreams, yet we doom ourselves to damnation, determined in the most fanatic fashion not to achieve anything to take a note of.
We have journeyed to the moon, we have vacationed in space, we have threatened to unravel the universe in totality. Unfortunately, having done all that we cannot move an inch within…We are strangers to ourselves, then whom do we know actually? We are prepared and ready to pour out tons and tons of advice in all kinds of matters, yet, when it comes to practicing things, even an ounce of practice gets far beyond our humble selves. We can talk without a pause on and on forever, gossip about all sorts of things, jabber without any inkling of tiredness, but when it comes to our tired and worn-out parents, even speaking a few words gets boring and tiring. When we are small we can ask the same stupid question for over thirty times and we expect an answer every single time, yet when we grow up and someone repeats something more than thrice, the fuse blows out and we pick shades to shower our anger on them.
We are all born rich, but during the course of our lives we all become beggars. We are all born true and innocent, we take education to make us intelligent and we end up as fools sacrificing neatly the fine intelligence that we really were born with. We get wild and frustrated when others do something against our liking and then we go on doing things that we like, irrespective of the fact that it hurts or pricks another person. We run through our childhood, eager to be a young boy and then a man. And once we become men, when life seems to be drawing on our blood, we firmly wish and beg for our lost childhood…a childhood wasted for nothing. We seek a name, fame and popularity, we sell our souls to the masses and then having done all that, we demand solitude, we demand that the world stop bothering us anymore… We smile at people, joke and poke fun, yet we keep our grudges strong and deep within ourselves. We scream and vocalize our supportive thoughts on equality of all when we are being judged, yet when we are offered the judge’s chair, there is only place left for our biases and prejudices and then things like equality are better spoken than practiced.
We waste no time in pelting stones of blame and wretchedness on people who fail in their duties, yet when it comes to doing our own jobs well, we have the biggest trouble because it is because of the wretched others that our job is incomplete. We are well equipped and have mastered talks, seminars and power point presentations, yet we have lost ground when it comes to the simplest mode of communication- PRACTISE….
