LOOKING ONE SELF AT THE MIRROR AFTER A FEW MONTHS

For the last few months I had not used the mirror to see my physical appearance intently. I mean, I used to comb my hair hurriedly and used to set out for my office. As a result I was not conscious of the age factor which had started to show its sign on my appearance. But recently after taking a little physical exercise when I viewed my sweating body on the mirror I saw that I looked very old and matured. I was startled for a moment because my body language, way of talking and behavior pattern which were seemingly youthful and teen-age-like mismatched my physical appearance. I soon realized that I have to adopt a composed disposition which will complement my appearance and in turn will earn more respect from others. My nature of job requires spending most of my time with the teen-agers. Consequently the effects and psychological influences of the youngsters lessen the seriousness which normally comes with the growing of age. I have never been serious or thoughtful about the time that has already been robbed of me. Such lack of seriousness makes life’s valuable time fly unnoticeably.

What should be the solution to such human failures? I had read somewhere that a habit of contemplation on a regular basis on one’s own life will beacon a right direction to live life more purposefully.

Moving towards Positivity.

Bringing our thinking process to nobler and more positive direction is always aspired for but this seemingly easy task can not be attained all of a sudden. The mind has to be lead inch by inch in the desired direction. A conscious effort is an essential factor for realizing this goal. Mind tends to be lazy and floats with the previously accustomed thought-flow. Such usual and habitual thinking processes set the human faculty languish in a limited sphere. The meaning of life is narrowed to few routine bound activities and as a result the higher aspects of life remain undiscovered and untapped. Most often most of the human beings love to remain as they are. But life is the name of change and our resistance to the unchangeable natural  law of change will not set us free from it. However, man can redirect his resistive potency to work upon facilitating his march towards a conscious evolution.

Good thoughts release higher powers. Tapping the creativity of human intelligence eliminates  ennui and emptiness of life which has become a characteristic mark of modern man. Our complacency and utter lazyness keep us revolving in a vicious circle directionless. To overcome such a habitative monotonous state a launching force has to be mustered and this accumulation of potency is best done by constant association with noble thoughts with creative edge to make life beautiful.

LIFE LIVED FOR TRIFLES.

The thinking faculty of most man run downward easily but to raise the level of mental thoughts is too difficult and needs consistency in efforts. Man loves to run in the opposite direction of his real goals and deliberately move away from self-realization. But sometimes, in some emotive situations of life he can not but thank the unseen force for endowing a life that is a mystery but bears testimony to a unspeakable divine beauty. At such moments of life man is awaken to cast his eyes to those supreme aspects of life to which he has always liked to neglect.

We neglect the higher values of life because we fear that we might be lost in the infinitude of a spiritual expansion. But a life lived for trifles is no use. The length of human life is so short-lived that the neglect of the higher possibilities of human conciousness is our greatest folly.

Today Evening

Today evening I feel inwardly happy and in the same proportion of my felt happiness I feel for others in a philanthropic zeal. This high spirits might have been induced by the two cups of strong tea which I have consumed this evening. Although the sky was cloudy and it was finely drizzling, I came out of my house and rode on my bike to Balimela square. I was alone or so to say I was left lonely because Mr. Bhoi and Mr. Patra had left for the market without waiting for me. In the evening I had dropped my tutorial class as most of the students had caught flu. I was careful because if I caught flu then it will surely affect my wife and the little one in her womb. Rain is conducive to growth of both disease and greenery. And I am affected by both of them. The wild plants around my quarter have grown so much and so irregularly that the growth looks like a mini jungle. A slender trail leads through the outgrowths to my house. I used to manoeuvr my bike on the twisted track to reach the veranda. I carefully ride my bike so I have never faced any accident while moving on the slimy trail. The trail leads from my house to a concrete road. The rain water and blue green algae have made the concrete dangerously slippery. And two times I have slipped very precariously on it. But for my bike's heavy leg-guard my knees and legs are still in working condition. This time this much. See you tomorrow.

My adjustment with the rain.

This year the rain brought much inconvenience to my family. The crying roof of the Government quarter wetted most clothes and the sunshine played hide and sick resulting half dried smelly clothes. And even spraying high doses of deoderant showed little effect. Practically, it was not an apt solution to the low-pressure caused monsoon rain, which lingered for days. In quest of a solution to my problem I went to the market to buy a big-sized tarpaulin sheet. I thought I will cover the entire roof and put an end to the annoying trouble instantly. But the easily approachable solution was postponed when the shop-keeper asked me about the intended size of the water proof material. I returned home to conduct a survey and measure the roof area. But that day I did not take up the survey and it is still pending. . . . . . . . The high-tech man of 20th century expects all solution to his problems in exchange of some paper money and any short of physical labour is postponed because we love to live on other's labour.