I am getting sick of seeing corruption every where.
I am getting sick of selfishness every where.
I am getting sick of paid journalism.
I am getting sick of lousy movies.
I am getting sick of lousy politicians
I am getting sick of power cuts
I am getting sick of mediocrity
I am getting sick of no great software product coming out of India, an indian product
This list is endless.
Either I can get sick of all these, suffocate and die….or do something about it.
That’s what Gandhi taught us when he said ‘be the change you want to see’
What is the first step; do not cooperate with the stuff that make you sick. Throw them out of your life. That is not very easy nor very difficult.
Nothing good comes without a price.
You are who you are for a reason.
You are part of an intricate plan.
You are a precious and perfect unique design,
Called God’s special woman or man.
You look like you look for a reason.
Our God made no mistake.
He knit you together within the womb,
You are just what he wanted to make.
The parents you had were the ones he chose,
And no matter how you may feel,
They were custom designed with God’s plan in mind,
And they bear the Master’s seal.
No, that trauma, you faced was not easy.
And God wept that it hurt you so;
But it was allowed to shape your heart
So that into his likeness you’d grow.
You are who you are for a reason,
You have been formed by the Master’s rod.
You are who you are, beloved,
Because there is a God!!!
Even though we call our state ‘gods own country’, sometimes It seemed to me like ‘dogs own country’, especially when I was made to sit through hours of power cuts, after paying my taxes on time. Thanks to all those who cast their votes to our power minister, who does not know anything about power, except throwing tantrums. I doubt whether he knows anything about ohm’s law, yet he is the power minister. That is real ‘dogs own country’. Like Steve jobs, everything is connected. When people get hyper gadget active, power consumption increases. Somewhere I read that the number of transformers in a house determines the quality of life of the citizens of a country. Yes, I agree to the fact that our quality of life is inversely proportional to the number of transformers at our homes. It is an indicator of our detachment from nature. Coming back to Steve jobs connecting the dots, when we are far away from nature, by glueing ourselves to idiot boxes and confine ourselves to the boundaries of our home, power cuts happens. It is the natural way to a balanced life. Yesterday, my opinion about power cuts changed. It is not at all a very negative thing. When you are suddenly engulfed by darkness, that forces you to meditate. It gives you an opportunity to pause from the busy world. It helps you to sit for a while, doing nothing. Thanks to the inactive minister, who keeps giving us the opportunity to meditate several times, during the day. Everything is for good. I started enjoying power cuts. Here is the beauty of yesterday’s power cut captured.