"i believe that newton could hold a problem in his mind for hours and days and weeks until it surrendered to him its secret"-jonh maynard keynes, on sir Isaac Newton.
Abstinence is actually quite easy. Just try what I do. Whenever you are prompted to indulge in an orgy of spending, or something equally foolish, even though it were an absolute requirement, just ask yourself this question-
'appadi enna pudungitennu ippo enakku idhu?'
an interesting variant of the same question is,
'idha vechi enna pudunga poren'.
The first one, makes me feel guilty, about being a good-for-nothing, when it is crystal clear that I am, but I still am not comfortable walking around with a tag like that. The second one is both a deterrent, and is less annoying in that there is less to come to terms with my actual shortcomings. But this technique is only for worthless people, whose net present value would make the books of bear sterns look neat and those whose levels of self-esteem is equal to the level of water in chembarambakkam eri in the month of may.
The burkit road-venkatnarayana road junction presents a remarkable sight-amidst the heat, haze and dust of the city, there is a beautiful tree with fully bloomed flowers, white ones, coloring the entire landscape, offsetting the garish and straight-edged glass building right behind it. A beautiful piece of geometry, right in front of the perfect edges that poirot would have approved of.
Dichotomy.
Life is like that, wouldn't you agree?
Spirituality? you laugh!
The way to realization is suffering.
Come now, do not mock. Madness you say?
The cost of making a wedge-Rs 1000
The cost of material purchase -Rs 8000
look on the prof's face after he notices your blunder and realizes that everything was a waste?-priceless.
Do tell me the story of your past. Would you? No? Why are you so uncomfortable with the past? Can you not come to terms? A lot of denial is only madness. Wink, and the year is gone, the flowers bloom and fade. The lovely green fields will soon be flooded. Oh yes, there will be floods. Will there be hope?
No? randomness is a good answer!
Yes, there is something to hope for. Even the law of large numbers says that everything tends towards the average over repetitions. Human behavior must be subject to this too.
No you say?
The masala dosai, has to have a basic requirement-masala. The dosai, as any idiot would agree is the primary ingredient. Without it, it is only masala. It is like a drilling machine that is not a machine. Mysore bonda that is not bonda. Someone has to remind the staff at the canteen to stuff some masala into a dosai before I start a saalai mariyal right outside the canteen. It is not technically a saalai, just a sandhu. so, a sandhu mariyal then. Don't even get me started on the ghee masala roast.
Come now, put your ear to your heart and listen to what it says. Of course you cannot, and that is why you say No! Listen to the river, or go ask those flowers. Ask them what hope is. Ask the little girl at the traffic signal, looking at the skies for redemption. Do you see her face? Poor thing you say? But things even out, yes? God is not heartless. just a clever illusionist who deceives us into deceiving ourselves.
You see those crushed flowers on the road. Do they scream in agony?
Go on then.
i repeat, suffering is the first step towards realizing.
realizing what, you ask? Ah, now, therein lies the answer to everything.
Cheers.
'mortals, congratulate yourselves that so great a man has lived for the honor of the human race'
-sir isaac newton's epitaph at the westminster abbey.
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