Random Thoughts
Sunday, July 23, 2006
some quotes
these are two quotes that i came across a few days ago -
1. the flower that blooms in adversity is the most rare and beautiful of all.
2. There is nothing holier in this life of ours than the first consciousness of love - the first fluttering of its silken wings, the first rising sound and breath of that wind which is so soon to sweep through the sould, to purify or to destroy - Henry Wadsworth Longfellow.
the first line reminds me of my friend's cousin, who is deaf and dumb. we are cribbing all during the 24 hours of our day thinking about our shortcomings. something which seems a luxury, becomes a necessity when our neighbour has it. life seems to be totally unfair when we look at what other people have, and most of the times we are sure that the God did show some misery when he had to allocate fortunes to us.
but do we ever care about what happens to those people who are not so lucky like us? and i am not talking only about handicapped people. we hate people who live in the slums all through their lives and can't afford to think beyond 2 days' wage. everday in the trains poor girls go through bogey to bogey wearing rags and hoping that some kind soul would show some mercy by putting a 1-ruppee coin in their hands, and people look at them with expressionless eyes, like they don't even exist. everyday there are children who die of malnutrition, and everyday thousands of rupees are wasted in parties by us.
the point that i am trying to make is, no matter how high we may rise in our professional career, we won't have any right to feel proud about it. because that achievement will be for our parents, who have gone through such hard times to give us everything that we ever wanted. An IIT-IIM guy is nothing in front of a guy who sits all day in an fmcg store, and tries to make a living for himself and for his family by honest means.
1. the flower that blooms in adversity is the most rare and beautiful of all.
2. There is nothing holier in this life of ours than the first consciousness of love - the first fluttering of its silken wings, the first rising sound and breath of that wind which is so soon to sweep through the sould, to purify or to destroy - Henry Wadsworth Longfellow.
the first line reminds me of my friend's cousin, who is deaf and dumb. we are cribbing all during the 24 hours of our day thinking about our shortcomings. something which seems a luxury, becomes a necessity when our neighbour has it. life seems to be totally unfair when we look at what other people have, and most of the times we are sure that the God did show some misery when he had to allocate fortunes to us.
but do we ever care about what happens to those people who are not so lucky like us? and i am not talking only about handicapped people. we hate people who live in the slums all through their lives and can't afford to think beyond 2 days' wage. everday in the trains poor girls go through bogey to bogey wearing rags and hoping that some kind soul would show some mercy by putting a 1-ruppee coin in their hands, and people look at them with expressionless eyes, like they don't even exist. everyday there are children who die of malnutrition, and everyday thousands of rupees are wasted in parties by us.
the point that i am trying to make is, no matter how high we may rise in our professional career, we won't have any right to feel proud about it. because that achievement will be for our parents, who have gone through such hard times to give us everything that we ever wanted. An IIT-IIM guy is nothing in front of a guy who sits all day in an fmcg store, and tries to make a living for himself and for his family by honest means.
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