Just thoughts...

            The often repeated adage - 'Self help is the best help' , has been passed on since quite a few generations. We have heard of the story of the sparrow and the farmer which underlines again the real value of self help. Though for a point of debate people put up theories of nobody being quite independent in the society and being interwoven with the with the social structure, it is a different point altogether. Sadly the fact which we face today is the desperacy we find ourselves faced with. Every individual wants confirmation and applause. This isn't totally unwarranted for, but the increasing need for outer praise is on the rise. No one would mind a cup of buttered flattery. Often at times a good book or a good talk peps us up. What we call as 'motivation'. It is a super feeling when we actually feel confident after an external pep talk. But this is what harms a lot in the long run. As if on a drug. It wont be extreme to call it at par with substance abus

   Narrating one of my previous short poems.. different try.

           The building was dilapidated, almost in ruins. Hardly anybody went in there now and yet there was a commotion on the fifth floor. As the stock market fell sharply, Mr Deeds clutched at his chest. All his savings, all that he had scavenged went into the abyss following the marque on the TV set. Deeds couldn't breathe staring at the blank TV screen. It was his third cardiac arrest. He had defied nature twice already, but he might not be lucky this time over. At 63 he was too worked up, being head of a multi-million marketing firm wasn't an easy task after all. The stock market collapse was a huge one this time over. Everything had collapsed at once. It was too much to take, for it was Mr.Deeds who had went against all to put up all the company money into the then bullish market. Let alone the loss, he was under debt and bankrupt. He needed to get away. Get away soon. Mr.Deeds grabbed his suit from Saville row hung on the door and his customised briefcase and left the

    A thousands of events occur by. In our life, things happen even without even we knowing about them. And our reactions to them. And yes many infact all of them are spontaneous at times. Just thinking of a story I once read.     " Once a monk and his disciple were walking by on their way to their hermitage in the forest. They walked on for a while only to find a stream they had to cross everyday back. But only this time there was a young woman standing by the bank of the stream. She seemed to be having trouble crossing the river on her own. The monks were celibate and were not supposed to talk or interact with women. The disciple immediately increased his pace to avoid the woman. But as it, the woman called out the monk, and asked him that if they could help her go the other side as she had hurt her leg and couldn't cross the river. The disciple was shocked. He expected his master, the monk to get angry and walk away. Instead the monk went towards the woman and picked her