I was appalled to watch the news item about the ruthless assault on a child by TV actor Urvashi. It is repulsing and painful to see the feudal mentality of some people. How could people treat others with bucket loads of hatred.
The underprivileged is not different from us except that chance left some on the streets and left us inside posh malls. This is nothing to be proud of. This is just a piece of reality in life that we all are part of and is to be accepted with humility. This too shall pass. Ever heard of someone who lived hundreds of years holding on to wealth, health and power. The sounds of opulence and sighs of the grief stricken poor all merge together in the scheme of life.
We are a society build on debt. Many of the elite educated class’s networth runs in negative millions because of credit card burden and loans. In that sense the maid could easily be the wealthier one. Many who are blessed with money also presume that entitlement comes with the package. In essence we are caged inside our own aspirations and delusions of grandeur and that is a fertile ground for comparisons. In a competitive world of aspiring to live the life of somebody else, we delude ourselves into thinking that somebody is below us. The maids and attendants are easy targets to fuel this dementia.
I love the dialogue in matrix “What is real? How do you define “real”? If you’re talking about your senses—what you feel, taste, smell, or see—then all you’re talking about are electrical signals interpreted by your brain.” Sometimes when I see someone, branded ‘mad’ by the public having personal conversations to self, I smile and try to imagine what this person would be experiencing. If life is all about perceived memories, senses and experiences how are we so different from such people. It’s funny when we take ourselves too seriously.
We cannot do anything for that child abused by Urvashi. Smile at that beggar on the streets, tell your maid how much you appreciate him/her, remember to thank the attendants who clear your coffee cup. Any time is a good time to show some kindness.
Job 5:8-16 "But if it were I, I would appeal to God; I would lay my cause before him. He performs wonders that cannot be fathomed, miracles that cannot be counted. He bestows rain on the earth; he sends water upon the countryside. The lowly he sets on high, and those who mourn are lifted to safety. He thwarts the plans of the crafty, so that their hands achieve no success. He catches the wise in their craftiness, and the schemes of the wily are swept away. Darkness comes upon them in the daytime; at noon they grope as in the night. He saves the needy from the sword in their mouth; he saves them from the clutches of the powerful. So the poor have hope, and injustice shuts its mouth."
The underprivileged is not different from us except that chance left some on the streets and left us inside posh malls. This is nothing to be proud of. This is just a piece of reality in life that we all are part of and is to be accepted with humility. This too shall pass. Ever heard of someone who lived hundreds of years holding on to wealth, health and power. The sounds of opulence and sighs of the grief stricken poor all merge together in the scheme of life.
We are a society build on debt. Many of the elite educated class’s networth runs in negative millions because of credit card burden and loans. In that sense the maid could easily be the wealthier one. Many who are blessed with money also presume that entitlement comes with the package. In essence we are caged inside our own aspirations and delusions of grandeur and that is a fertile ground for comparisons. In a competitive world of aspiring to live the life of somebody else, we delude ourselves into thinking that somebody is below us. The maids and attendants are easy targets to fuel this dementia.
I love the dialogue in matrix “What is real? How do you define “real”? If you’re talking about your senses—what you feel, taste, smell, or see—then all you’re talking about are electrical signals interpreted by your brain.” Sometimes when I see someone, branded ‘mad’ by the public having personal conversations to self, I smile and try to imagine what this person would be experiencing. If life is all about perceived memories, senses and experiences how are we so different from such people. It’s funny when we take ourselves too seriously.
We cannot do anything for that child abused by Urvashi. Smile at that beggar on the streets, tell your maid how much you appreciate him/her, remember to thank the attendants who clear your coffee cup. Any time is a good time to show some kindness.
Job 5:8-16 "But if it were I, I would appeal to God; I would lay my cause before him. He performs wonders that cannot be fathomed, miracles that cannot be counted. He bestows rain on the earth; he sends water upon the countryside. The lowly he sets on high, and those who mourn are lifted to safety. He thwarts the plans of the crafty, so that their hands achieve no success. He catches the wise in their craftiness, and the schemes of the wily are swept away. Darkness comes upon them in the daytime; at noon they grope as in the night. He saves the needy from the sword in their mouth; he saves them from the clutches of the powerful. So the poor have hope, and injustice shuts its mouth."
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