Tag: phylosophy

Untold Story Post 85: Theory of Nothing

Somewhere, sometime in my life, someone said, “If you do nothing, nothing will happen.”

I was amused by the deep thought with what the author has said this. I loved it probably more than you did while reading it now, maybe because I was high on weed.

Now that I am sober and re-think the same above quote, it gives me quite a shock on a daily basis.

Thus every day I wake up.

Make up a Task list.

And do my best to complete the maximum task on this list.

Seldom I hit 100% completion and those days I could would or be able to sleep at night properly.

Rest of the Days I think I did not live my life to the fullest.

Out of the blue, I gazed upon an offer on Gumtree. (gumtree.com.au is a website in Australia where people advertise to sell the things they have). I saw A box of books for AU $ 20. I scrolled the post and thought one day! One day even I will have a library of fiction & nonfiction books, at my house.

Then again in my head, I came upon the same thoughts about the Theory Of Nothing: As if you do nothing. Nothing will happen.

Thus I did something.

And results are the two pictures of this post.

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Though a small start but Today I do have a mini library at home.

This task was not on my daily task list but I just followed my instincts or the words of some random stranger in the past which changed my thinking to initiate an action plan in the present.

Reflecting on my day, I think I beat up procrastination, laziness and put on action to execute something beautiful.

Then again when I told this story my cousin with a similar photograph as above, then she said, “Congratulations on Buying them but will you ever be able to read them at all?”

I dogged the question in reply explaining it in Aussi dry humor that “they are part of my retirement plan.”

But in reality, the Theory of Nothing is ringing more like Jingle Bells on a Christmas night.

“If you do nothing, Then Nothing will HAPPEN.”

 

#tapishdongre #utsp

Untold Stories Post 82: Muze Mummy K Pass Jana Hai (I want my mommy)

 

Don’t blame the Mom, it was an accident. It can happen to anyone. Unfortunate but true.
Don’t blame the Child, he was just curious to see the world. Excited, lost, but dint even realised when it happen.

The baby who can walk now, lost his attention along with the small palm grip he had with his mother.

Walked towards the most colourful distraction he could see in Super-Market as big as the whole word to him.

In this process forgot that his mother warned him multiple times, “do not ever leave my hand”.

The small soul started his journey towards exploration of the treasures what the world had for him.

Reaching to this magnificent destination, the child realised the mother’s warning.
But till this time, he is so away from his mother that finding path back to her on his own, seems to be an impossible task on its own.

The Baby did the best he could. Remembered the path he came from. Walked on it for so long. And finally came to conclusion. His has lost his mother.

Tears rolled down inside of him before it could be expressed on his face. He cried, yes because it was allowed, that’s what a baby can do.

Watching the baby alone, people nearby started to wonder. Not all came for help but one. She was a brave soul. Could understand the pain that baby is going through.

Picked him and asked, “Are you lost? Where is your mother? How dose she look like? Let me help you finding her.”

The baby felt relaxed for the first time. An assurance that he could be re-united with his mother.
An hope that everything will be alright again. With this hope and clearing his own cloudy thoughts, the child tried his best to answer the stranger about his mom.

The stranger woman did everything the best she could do. To sooth the baby’s life, few movements, for how so ever short it may be, count that time as life as true.

She gave him two toys to pay with. The baby was both happy and thankful for the gratitude. But only moments later he cried again and said,
“MUZE MUMMY KE PAAS JANA HAI” ( I want to go to my mother.)

The Woman tried every thing in her power to search for his mother. Told others, went on places the baby described and finally made a public announcement.
She will be waiting in a designated place along with the baby and urged the mother to please come and meet us there.

Baby had the stranger woman, her sympathy, her company and the two very beautiful toys she gave him. But the baby still cried, and shouted, “Muze Mummy K Paas Jana Hai.”

That was a long wait, a very long one, but finally on the designated place, a woman came running with tears on her eyes. She couldn’t take her breath properly, but she held on to her faith.
The baby said, “MUMMA” and they hugged each other.

I don’t remember properly what happen next. I know I am just a narrator of this story but no one told me in detail. As It has already been more than 30 years to this story.

The walking baby has grown up to be the perfect man. Explored the real world bigger than the Supermarket of his childhood. Met the another strange woman of his life who had enough empathy to commit life together with him.

Gave him two magnificent Kids that he never required another toy. He was happy. Living the perfect life.
And One unfortunate Day, his mother Closed her eyes.

Even at age 30, he was still a child.
Tears rolled inside of him before his eyes could shine.
He was quite this time to watch his mother go.
Few people around him who could actually know,
Whats going in his heart he wanted to say out a loud.
Even after years he had the same words in his mouth,

“Muze Mummy Ke Pass Jana Hai”
(I want my mommy.)

#tapishdongre #untoldstories #utsp
(Inspired by recent events in life of my former boss and very close friend. May his mother’s Soul rest in Peace. She was really a wonderful woman, I spend few meaningful chats with. And I actually cried before writing this story and again while reading the draft.)

Untold Stories Post (UTSP) 80: Marvel vs DC = Fictional Neutral Post

Stories were, are and hopefully will be my passion that motivates me time to time.

With my previous mention on multiple occasions, this must have come across that in current generation of Fiction Wars, I am a super Marvel Fan.

This gives me a strange opportunity to randomly meet strangers and connect with them sharing the same love for stories.

In my understanding Marvel has reached up to that limit where ancient literature like “Ramayana and Mahabharata” would have reached.

The character depth, story cross connection, multiple language translation, huge roll over of currency and love are the common factors I could get comparing various literature and Marvel universe.

I even observed that there is No Particular GOOD or EVIL permanent state of a character.

Dead-pool being the Villain of X-Men series is now a Hero having his own franchise.

Venom being villain in Spider-man series is now a comparative Good character according to 2018 story line.

This was similar to Ravana begin the Villain of Ramayana but later fiction, more research and ongoing work presented him as a good  devotee of God (Not that bad Man then).

Krishna being the super hero, smiled as Gandhari’s son death and sentenced to internal curse. (Bad present inside Good)

I can comment more by comparing Greek Stories and Bible or Quran, but at last results the same purpose. Stories to teach a lesson, to inspire, to learn, to entertain, to fear, to laugh and to connect with similar or dissimilar mentalities over the globe (and hopefully beyond).

Yes UTSP is mostly about personal experience with day to day scenario, thus let me divert in the above comparison and tell you another story.

I was working in Sun-corp Stadium and I met a guy who was leading the food retail team on that particular day. We started talking about fiction stories and then he said, he is a DC fan thus he is waiting for AQUA MAN release this year.

I replied I am as eager as he is, but I am also interested in next edition of Infinity War (which is Marvel Based story-line).

Suddenly he was firm and said, I don’t watch Marvel movies BECAUSE I am DC fan. The discussion went on and on about Marvel and DC.

Late coming home I realized, Fuck the shit.. I love both Marvel and DC. Being one’s fan docent mean I hate the others.

Many days later when I was watching the 2018 Venom, I meat a Marvel fan who hated DC fictions up to an extent that he would not support even the release of AQUA MAN.

And the next step I am doing in this post might be controversial but pattern seems to be true at my current understanding.

I am trying to develop pattern or similarities between religion and fiction. (Both having its followers, preachers, as well as extremist)

More I met with people I gained info that People following Marvel in general avoid DC and vice a versa.
Similarly people following one religion or faith try to avoid lessons and practices from other. And Extremist even try to pin down the non-followers of their own kind.

The time I was most glad was, while meeting people who believe in Peaceful co-existence. The people who like to put Political, Racial, Linguistic and Religions barriers aside and share a Smile together.

Being Atheist (agnostic actually) and Religion neutral gave me access and acceptance to people from all religion. And being Fiction Neutral gave me the entertainment from all over the industry.

And thus I even hope to meet more and more people who are able to keep the FICTIONAL FOLLOWER barriers aside and give chance to be entertain from more and more and stories, let that be from DC, Marvel or even M. Night Shyamalan’s Unbreakable Universe.

Who knows I might create a new genre in future years to have a fan following. But in all case, Do love each other, and Keep each others happy. Let only the Fictional Characters Fight. 🙂 We as humans can co-exist.!!!!

#utsp #tapishdongre

Untold Stories Post 77: The Noise

 

Only for this story I request everyone that please don’t quote character’s real names even if you know them personally as sometimes Mystery gives more fun in ambiguity.

I have to tell you one, two, three or 4 stories about THE NOISE, but before my story I should
tell and warn every reader that when taking about the noise, every inexperienced person can tell better stories about the same topic which I cannot compete in lifetime
Thus only my target audience for this post is limited to semi-experienced persons 🙂

So listen bro, Just Listen Bro…!!! Credit: Kenny Sebastian

Story 1 or the 1st Noise story started when I was in class IX probably in the year 2006-ish. I was living in Ordnance factory medak Yeddumailaram, a place little far away from twin city of Hyderabad and Secundrabad in India.

A newly couple got married and moved into top floor of my friends house. At teenage time we had very few things to play thus we figured out the detail research on THE NOISE time.
After dawn, Me along with my three other school buddies quietly climbed over the Roof Top and sat there for hours together to finally listen to sweet moan in female’s voice saying, “Vaddu, Vaddu, Vaddu….Vaddduuu..!”
Since I did not know the language Telugu at that time, my classmate explained me that “Vaddu means ‘No'”. Never got chance to talk with that couple but this became our school group’s favourite secrete activity to listen to The NOISE by climbing neighbour’s house rooftops.

Story 2 jumped forward to year 2013 when I entered Australia for the first time, I started living a Student Accommodation and I was so scared even to move out of my house and talk to my housemates. At night around 2 am my table started
shaking.
The table was kept in such a way that it touched with the wall connecting to next room. In dark light I initially thought that I am experiencing Earthquake and I cursed myself that I should have learned about Australia’s Geography
before boarding flight to here.
But then started the Noise along with the assumed earthquake. People reading this post and never had chance to visit Australia, let me tell you a speciality of houses here. Most of the houses here are made up of wood,
and compartmentalisation of room is done by thin wooden walls. Thus if anything is happening in Room next to you, in most cases you know or can hear what is actually happening.
And I should compliment the couple’s stamina that the noise continued passed 3 am along with a broken table lamp of my room which I had to replace when even it wasn’t my fault. The next day when I talked with this couple the girl was more of a bold attitude and gave an apology to be loud last night and the following afternoon as well. Where as the boy just gave a smirk smile with no words.

Story 3 goes to year 2016 when I was working in a retail restaurant at Brisbane Airport and my manager and the morning crew were also a good story tellers. Since I was the guy who use to do morning shift where
I found all other staff over experienced on THE NOISE degree,
I found myself got in conversation of what is socially called as “G-Talk”. That day I realised that even girls/women are good story tellers on the topic “THE NOISE” too. Two of my favourite dialogues of that conversation are “I cannot even remember how many times kids have walked upon
when I was with my husband.” and “My kid said, I heard Mommy there are funny noises coming out of your room in the night.” I know not workplace conversations, but truly speaking these conversations made me love my workplace and realise that,

“Fuck…at different stages of life, we understand a very different approach to physical relations.” The same word “SEX” can be mystery, anxious, rage, love, compassion, pity, need, regret, shame, achievement,
and can hold many other meanings depending upon the age and experience of an individual’s life. I could imagine that day what I would feel when someday in future at that right age
and time I have to explain my kids about intimate relationships.

But before I conclude, there is a 4th story when I was on other side of the “THE NOISE” prospectus

In Year 2017 when me and my partner returned back to Australia from India. We got complimentary Personal SUIT at Somewhere To Stay ” before actually getting a house to move in. The place was really good and thus we relaxed a bit.
The following night we started cooking at Common Kitchen and started talking to random strangers i.e making new friends and we realised that people were quoting our room number and explained brilliant stories about the “NOISES OF LOVE” .
For a second I looked at my partner and she looked at me and we started laughing a lot feeling extremely proud of that moment to be the Secret NOISE creates. We were the Smug of the day 🙂

Please feel free to share your “THE NOISE” story on the comments below.

Enjoy Your day, and Happy Week Ahead.

#utsp #tapishdongre

Untold Stories Post 75: Some Thing Like a Phenomenon

I have literally stopped writing UTSP a month before I was planning my trip to India in June 2017. Thus I thought If I would like to start writing again, I should start where I left. This UTSP is a personal page from my dairy written on 26th June 2017.

If this is the first time you are reading my written Untold Stories, then you can catch the previous one’s on my website tapishdongre.com and you can get all the updates of my future work by liking my page on fb. So Lets Begin….again…..

Personal Insecurity : a FORGOTTEN FEELING

This has happen before, and the long forgotten feeling came back.
In our engineering days, there was a phenomenon which use to occur again and again and again. And when so many again are used in a single sentence, its time to give the phenomenon a name, and the name is PARTIAL CONCENTRATION.

Anu (now my wife) and I use to have multiple telephonic conversation in our engineering days, Thanks to wireless mobile communication technology that love stories in early 2000’s had the advantage to verbal communicate frequently. And adding cheery to on top of the cake were “HAPPY HOURS” by the network company called AIRTEL, NIGHT CALLING by IDEA and 24×7 free calling by RELIANCE CDMA.

But though technology is aiding to the love stories, the human mind, heart and emotions are more or less the same, just expressed differently than compared to love stories years before us.

Getting back to cream of the topic that when Anu use to call me, she mostly had a situational busy surrounding to make a call. This aided in a mental barrier in the conversation which did not go frictionlessly. The surrounding mostly consisted of her hostel mates, colleagues or most importantly her parents.

For example if Anu asked me a question in a telephonic conversation, and while its my chance to reply to that question, she use to immediately start guiding anyone else present in her surroundings. And then when I asked, “are you listening to me or the other person?” Very smoothly she use to reply, “yes I am listening to you only”.
But then on asking more, she had no clue what did i just informed her.

And for counter example, if I am asking Anu something, then due to the Partial Concentration, she did not actually listened to what I asked. And thus made me repeat the same dialogues I spoke again and again which boiled my blood more. Her easy escape was to blame it on Network Companies, thus All network companies, if you feel why I am so much angry while calling customer care may be because someone is saying blaming their fault on you.

The overall feeling of this situation is that I use to feel that the person in her surrounding is more important than me. But on her denial to accept this theory, I use to urge her to give full focus on me. She use to say yes, but in next minute or two, she would again start replying to people in her surroundings. Thus this re-occurrence of situation even after correction was termed as “PARTIAL CONCENTRATION”.

The human mind works differently that emotions are concerned. When logically human mind asks for attention and is happy with what is being provided, it stops to wonder. But when mind is unhappy it works more in various directions, where it probably shouldn’t have gone. Thus in these conversations I use to ask Anu to avoid PARTIAL CONCENTRATION while talking with me. She use to agree but then follow the holy ritual path of Partial Concentration.

Then my mind wanted to test the theory what it has formed already. Dose the person in her surrounding is really important than me that she is giving importance to guide, where the sugar is? or has the water filled in toilet tank?, rather than talking about the present topic which discussion was going on.

While mind is buzy in formulating equation, the emotions are working on a very different and parallel scale. Instead of discussing the current issue of being upset, emotions directly changed from a state of ‘like’ to a state of “anger”, from a state of ‘patience’ to a sate of “frustration”, from a state of ‘abundance’ to a state of “dominance”.

Instead of expressing what I feel (which she would not listen due to the Partial concentration phenomenon already) I use to get angry on her and shout on her. And mostly assume the surrounding as my enemy who m I have to share my precious newly found love with.

This use to cause a harsh conversation and then we use to fight more and keep the phone down, sometimes with more force that collecting part backs and switching it on again was a matter of more difficulty than our relation itself.

With years of being together and so, called understanding each other, I assume the feeling doesn’t exist anymore. But as people say, GHOST OF PAST NEVER DIE. In the marriage occasion, when today ANU is kept away from me, buzy in various pooja a day before marriage, she called me at 1.30pm, but even in that call instead of actually talking with me, she started to talk with her mother and father in the background. The years long feeling of self named phenomenon came back. The insecurity that weather the person next is more important or me came back.

We fought and disconnected the phone, did not destroy it this time as they were earned by the money coming out of our own hard work. An hour later I received her call again, asking “what the matter really was?”

There is another theory that with years the relationship gets stronger, or we tend to understand each other more. But seldom this theory is true, I know with years passing the courage to face each other increases and if going on a progressive route the relationship becomes open or close with the passage of time. Former in our case, she asked “what is the real issue with you?” and I replied, “I am really feeling insecure, as if the person surrounding you is more important to you than me itself”

This time she replied, “My love, I am with everyone and this ritual is important to me as I dreamed of it from my childhood. And there is no chance someone is taking your place in my heart. Love will not have a comparison between you and someone but it is abundance that you have given me that I am here to spread it on behalf of you.”

This was an instance which satisfied both mind and emotion to a calm phase. With years, the relationship dose not get stronger, but we have the courage to tell each other the simple truths in life which we lied and dogged in the beginning of the relationship.

Neither I was able to express before I was insecure, nor she had the courage to tell the truth that yes the surrounding holds a momentarily important place. And when these small truth came out, a fearless comfortable zone was created which people misunderstood that relationship gets stronger with time.

Today I would say, that the self discovered phenomenon of “PARTIAL CONCENTRATION” still exist but we found a way to overcome the insecurity part of the equation.

And till we keep discovering a “fearless comfortable zone” in different aspects of our/any relationship, I am sure the relationship will survive all the odds in life 🙂

#tapishdongre #utsp

Untold Stories Post 72: Inception of Brilliance

(from writing weekly to writing monthly now)

Because My father had a transferable job, I was able to experience what I experienced. I always cursed the transfers but at last I am thankful I had them in past.

Recently The Popularity of Cursing Education System in India is Increasing Day by Day. Mostly the Education system in Primary/Secondary Schools along with the most popular mass production of Engineers in India. The discussion which was once local talk of diss-stress among school mates or pass-outs is now been done Globally. Seriously in Jan 2017 (shooted on very different times) I could find 6 presentation on very popular TED talks by very successful people in their respective field pointing out, researching, digging and explaining why the education system in India is worse.

Various presenters also explained In-spite of Poor Education system, Indian Brains create Excellence when placed abroad. This post is of-course not explaining those points as you can find them on TED Talk by browsing on Google/Youtube or TED website itself. Untold stories posted by me at least are more about the learnt experience by individuals on very small detail topic which is untold because it is either so small or extremely simple that mostly remains unnoticed or mind just ignores it.

My school days in Kendriya Vidyalaya, Eddumailaram were though struggling, but were very different than what I observed and experienced in other KV’s attended by me. Constantly we were told something and fed into our unconscious mind that “KV STUDENTS ARE THE BEST” On a random day the school Principal would take a mic and explain we have the best resources for you and we will always be working hard to get you the latest technologies. This school by location was in a very aloof area, I mean to say there were not enough competitions where we could interact or cross compare and confirm that what our Principal is saying is true. We observed our surrounding which looked clean, technologically high, teachers wise well resourced and thus we believed what ever is told to us is true. The next things was that we learned sharing, and thus even if 1 student achieved higher goals which were definitely impossible to achieve by all as everyone had different talent. But by the law of sharing that person was made to stand on a stage, appreciated and then asked to share the victory with everyone. The students being obedient and non selfish that time use to share their victory. And instead of Reporting one student from this School scored high or gained the victory, the reports were made that KV EDDUMAILARAM HAD WON,i.e including all teaching non teaching staff and student had won the award. We were inside the Inception of Brilliance. We all believed we are brilliant students and thus worked hard to achieve excellence.

After that when I moved to other KV’s again due to my father’s transferable job, I met people and teachers who would quote, ‘…….this is the reason why people say KV school students are dumb.” “………. this is the reason why we don’t have enough technology and resources”
That was the first time I learned or believed that yes these are the reasons why we are dumb or week. But years spent in KV YEddumailaram kept my mind strong that We are Brilliant Students, only here there might be lack of resources..

After years of this incidents I forgot all the points I momentary believed to be true. On a phone call with my mother Tejashri Milind, she quoted a recent appreciation that “Even with limited resources, government schools education and non investing a huge sum of money in private expensive schooling your both kids(me and my sis Kritika Milind) turned out to be excelling in their respective fields”

That moment was like a Reality Distortion for me, I googled some KV pictures and found, that Infra structure of the Schools I studied was worse. I could see now the broken benches I used to sit 10 years ago are still there. Some School Teachers who may or may not be excellent in teaching/preaching are still in Board Websites of KV Group. We had only two computer labs having 6 to 10 working computers and 32 classes full of approx 40 students to use that resources. YES EDUCATION SYSTEM, TEST, PRESSURE, MUG UP SYSTEM, GIVING CHANCE ONLY TO TOP 1% HIGH SCORERS and KILLING THE DREAMS OF other 99% is a system which will fail in this advancing world which appreciates all possibilities.

But one teacher/one person in a life time, who momentary can sow a seed in a Child’s mind, who can create an Inception that the child, every child is Brilliant is what makes people Excel throughout the world.

Today I dont even Remember the name of Principal but I appreciate the wonder he Created which kept me and the whole school going.
Hope Every Student Meets a Teacher who have the power to create this Inception….

Untold Stories 70: Is there Baby Yet?

 

In around the year 2010-2011, my friend Bharatlal Choudhary had started a new hobby of reading books and actually implementing the strategies he read in those book to practice in his life and we being his social surrounding were treated as his experimental specimens.

After reading an article about “Positive Peer Pressure” he explained it to everyone what the theory said, “Peer Pressure isn’t always bad, infact instead of writing a GOAL on a paper and never see it for rest of your life, its better to tell it to your friends loudly. The way human mind and conversation’s are concerned, your friends and social surrounding will keep reminding you of the Goals by constantly asking if you have achieved it or not? Sometimes you will feel motivated sometime insulted but you will have a live time target reminders and the peer pressure that will guide you in completing your GOAL”

The Idea when expressed for the fist time seemed really stupid, but in those days we tried every experiment possible to use the time we saved from Bunking(not going) the University. He stated his first goal that he would buy a motorcycle Bajaj Pulsar 220cc by the end of next year. Telling you the result in advance: he failed very badly to meet the dead line, I dint mean to say he dint try enough because I have seen myself him working hard for the Goal he stated. But when analysing the whole situation, the theory worked. During the whole time of the experiment and even after some months later his social surrounding including myself asked him several time “how the work to achieve your goal is going?”

After that our life began in different directions and I almost forgot that he still uses this theory to achieve most of his goal though first one failed. And this time, he meets his deadline and he did achieved most of his Goals.

Human mind today is so self centred that most of us dont try enough to know whats going around with others life, but this self centred mind also have a positive effect that we keep telling others what we did in past and what are our aims for future. The next time someone we meet again whom we have had conversation in past reminds us of some the words we spoke to them and again the theory of Peer Pressure seemed to be working.

I could have forgotten about the Peer Pressure Theory story until I got remained due to current two situations…

One of my current friend and a co-work said in a very jolly mode before signing off from work that Mate, I am singing off taking break and me and my husband will be starting to put full efforts in making a baby. By start of 2017 I want to have my own baby’ were her words. After that every-time I meet her the involuntary response comes in my brain to clear the curiosity and I end up asking, “IS there A Baby Yet????”

The second situation occurred that I keep telling my current co workers and friends that want to pursue PhD in Plant Biotechnology. That must be a dominant part of my conversation that even months after I met someone in a party a night before, people still asked me, “How is your search for PhD is going?” The peer pressure of these questions will surely puts me sad mood momentary but encourages me to apply more places and find options to achieve a PhD in near future.

Try the Peer-Pressure Theory yourself, and I will try if I could resist in asking, “Is there a Baby Yet????”

#tapishdongre #utsp

Untold Stories Post 68: Repetition – A daily Chore to Earn money

 

In the year 2016, an average Australian Resident need about 500$ per week to survive a normal nominal life in Brisbane. Government had decided a sum of slightly less than the amount I am specifying to give as an aid for the non job holders to just survive with minimal conditions.
So point here to know is How to be sure that you at least get to earn the 500$ amount per week.

A Proficient Businessman can do a deal and earn this minimum amount in just matter of minutes. But to reach to that minute of earning he/she had worked hard a lot which is mostly hidden or not been commonly observed by the viewers.
The second stage is having a job. An average labour earns about 13 to 43$ per hour, depending upon the position and day of working. So his/her target to reach the minimum amount would be just working at least some number of hours may be a repetitive or non repetitive job to earn that sum.
My current post is about an observation I made on streets of Norway walking Bridge, Opposite to South bank Brisbane, Queensland, Australia. A man did something worth observing and also took my appreciation.

Breaking the 500$ into per day, A person needs to earn 70 to 100$ a day so that he earns that 500 in a week. (And also has two days off)

Breaking that 100$ into 8 hours of hard working, you might have to make an average of 12.5$ per hour.

The last equation is little tricky to understand, it even took time to me:
Plotting that 12.5$ per hour in terms of distance travelled, the Man assumes Can he travel at least a distance 1Meter (100cm) of walking to make that money.

When he broke a bigger problem of Having Joblessness, Not able to earn money, Depression and Realization of Recession. When he broke Biggest Problem of most of Young Adult to not able to make money into several smaller equations and brought it down to an equation that “Can he Make the least of 10$ by walking 10 steps per hour?”, He converted himself into a Human Toy.

Every Day he would wake up at a normal office timing. Select a new street every time, Mark a point 100 Meters away from his location of start and Write there the word “DESTINY”
At a point away 100 meters he hanged a board on him, “put a $ in box to make me reach to my Destiny.”

People Love sports, they invest 100’s and 1000’s of $ to watch a world class game/sport of their choice, but when A live Person Human Toy game was Designed, thought not world class crowd, but crowed with the world class heart always stepped and kept the money in his box. And with every $ going inside the box, he would move one step closer to the “DESTINY”
Sometimes in 8 hours and sometimes before the 8 hours, he would be reaching the reaching the Destiny by Making his 100$ a day.
Ya the plan is not perfect and sometimes he wouldn’t make his 100$ of the Day, people would Ignore him or Dint understand his game, yes some of the days he dose fail. But next day he would repeat the same process of waking up and inspiring one Individual at a time, that YES, Earning Money Even 1 step at a time is Possible and So dose Solving the biggest issues in life.
Just Break it into Pieces.

And ya one thing I forgot to tell you, Sometimes people are so interested in his gaming Model that he get to walk an Extra Mile 🙂
#tapishdongre #utsp

Untold Stories 49: Discovering LOVE

 

No no no….Not a romantic post at all..

The Truth is..at some part of life phase…even you did it…
Discovering LOVE.
It is said that may Super Mad Scientist, Cr-eaters, Entrepreneurs and Great men were once in LOVE. Then fortunately or unfortunately they have to make the choice between what they love the most and they did continue to pursue it..

As teenager even I had those flux. Initially we try to read all theories “WHAT IS LOVE?”
Try to understand and develop our own meaning to all the literature we have till date about LOVE, Let that be poetry, stories, theories and close life examples we try to engulf all.
The next stage is being little brave and actually having those emotions for another human (or other parallel species if more than humans are ever reading my post in future 😉 )
The next stage is complicated but I can explain in simple words that is COMPARISON.
Some day, I don’t know how but every strong relationship gets through or is constantly going through a phase called Comparison.
At teenage the comparison is by the Tel Series we watch, or the books we read. We try or compare to match the character of our partner with a fictional character which one other writer had written in his ideal state of mind (If he/she have…ha ha)
At more mature age we compare it to the Ideal morals what we think are right. For example MONOGAMY is a moral and Ideal in thinking or most of
20th century mass.(And I am no exception)

The comparison with reality sometimes gives us momentary happiness. Thinking I got the exact partner which I was aiming for. Or sometimes in most cases puts us under tremendous remorse. “I dint think you are like this, or I dint imagine you will do like this or You are not the one what I have thought you are to be,” There have been cases when a person completes changes and looses his true identity just to be with his/her partner or other way round, being in a relationship one person changes the other to certain extent that he/she looses his actual identity who initially he/she was before the realtionship or in reality is/would be.

With a very older mental age we discover that LOVE was a myth. And to accept it or live in that myth is our own choice. Currently I am not even close to get that theory right.

But with some failure in relations in past in long term regression of emotions versus reality I realized, I missed out lot of moments in life. When I rethink What I was, What I am and What I could Have done in that situation better.

I disconnected with my first girlfriend without giving her a proper reasoning. I was so angry on her for some years that I passed the grief to many of the people who try to come close to me as I never wanted to be venerable again. I was more stable when someone accepted the pain i created with a happy face and gave me a smile when we departed. The funny thing is I don’t even remember the person’s name who actually made a big change in my life.

As in Beginning I said this is not a Romantic post and I am still kinda stick on my word, I would just like to pass one last message in this post to myself or every little human being who think who can take a point of the little mistakes I did and even he/she will be doing in future…

Don’t Miss the small moments. How so ever small they are, happiness, sadness, anger, frustration, joy, remorse what ever the feeling is…Just experience it in the moments. LIVE IT. If you cant understand this whole 49th post is all about…No worries Take a joint and read it again…
I am running out of contents to write on my blog now that I am expressing..may be that’s why I am playing with you now…
Ha Ha…Na I am kidding…

I would say again, The Myth, Moral, or the Ideal things you are running behind is not really the person you choose. IF you are Discovering LOVE in your own imagination saying its my way or the highway. You May find momentary happiness, enjoy it, make memories. As if at all there is a Myth called ‘True LOVE’ you will get addicted to the person how so ever he/she is. You would not want him/her to change. And contradicting my partial last statement, The person will change to accommodate the new realtionship.
A CHANGE OF CHOICE is in fact NO CHANGE AT ALL….

Enjoy My Loved ones…

Have a great week ahead..

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