Thursday, November 19, 2009

Prism of a child

A child's point of view is radically different from an adult's. I told the children coming to my class to draw their home and family. One eight year old had a bossy elder sister and she drew her sister as a drooping sad flower and the other wanted to know if there were any 'male' flowers to represent her kid brother! Children reveal and share their feelings spontaneously without any pretense or camouflage. If we hark back to our childhood, we shall all find ancedotes humourous and sad when we lived in the present, with no thought of the past or the future.
Regaining entry to live in the present is the treasure we should all seek.

Tuesday, November 17, 2009

Child at heart


We are all children at heart, simple and pure, seeking love and willing to love. But some where along the way, the tiny child gets buried beneathe layers of selfishness and desires. We forget the art of giving and the ability to recieve love. Everything is measured by our own preconcieved parameters of 'ought' and 'ought not'. The actual 'is' is lost and we move far away from reality.
Coming back to reality is always painful but everyone has to at some time or the other.
Becoming a child again is easy if we mingle with children and see life through their prism of joy and sorrow. Children forget and forgive easily--- a simple truth we can learn to practise in our life.

Monday, November 9, 2009

Home, sweet home.

Coming home is a beautiful feeling. We often feel restless and uneasy about something we are unclear about. But, on coming home the restlessness vanishes. The niche we call home fulfills our longing to belong somewhere. Each species has its home and we are no different. But the home is a creation of our thoughts, feelings and actions. Home has a boundary, a discipline which binds us with love. We all have love in our hearts, even if it's for a plant or a pet and the home is where the heart is. Caring and sharing for the inmates is the base of the home.

Tuesday, November 3, 2009

Patience

Time is a great healer. But do we allow Time to heal or are we always in a great hurry to get rid of our angst and start anew ? We feel that the new is better than the old but that is not alwaus the case. Patience is the key to progress in any walk of life.