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First: I never was a “follower” of Sathya Sai Baba as in religious matters.

When I was about 32, I too was quick to categorise him as a fake as many who question the trickery in his magical powers. This video making the rounds has, similarly, many people belittling the spiritual leader. Most are ‘educated’ and ‘rational’ people, like me. Except that since those “young” days and in the 32 yrs that have followed since my first exposure to Sai Baba, I seem to have learnt a lesson that the young Raju (Satya Sai Baba’s original name)  born in Puttaparthi learnt as a kid. This blog is about that lesson. It’s not about Sathya Sai Baba as a miracle man, but about him as an emancipated human being who served the very people who showered their love on him.

The educated need rational explanations to begin to understand and then, perhaps, follow a path. That is both the strength and the curse of the educated. My views on this subject of “belief” are in my blog: “This is God” and I do not wish to elaborate here. However, in order to understand the context of this piece, a mention of that blog is relevant. Do browse it.

The uneducated need another kind of explanation to understand and follow a path. Since they are not schooled in formal logic and scientific methods, they adopt a simple test: WYSIWYG – what you see is what you get. I dare say, many who consider themselves educated are also not quite the scholars of scientific method that they’d like to be and in reality, follow just the crowd.

The masses fall into category 2 in India: Uneducated. When the masses are ‘attracted’ by means that they relate to, they follow. When masses gather, the ‘educated’ soon follow, if only at first to fathom the Guru’s power of attraction. Soon, the mass hysteria takes over and then the ‘educated’ become followers too. When celebs follow (for their own reasons!), everyone is interested. That’s the commonly held phenomenon that Sathya Sai Baba was.

The real-world Sai Baba is worth emulating for his deeds.

Most people with a mass following use it for self-aggrandisation, accumulating wealth and seizing power. The examples are so many that I don’t need to list any.

But what did Satya Sai Baba do? He set up hospitals, schools, colleges, and provided drinking water for the very people who worshipped him. He gave it all back. He left it all in a trust rather than in his personal wealth. That is the real phenomenon of Satya Sai Baba.

That is why I consider him an emancipated soul, one worth emulating.

It is also my opinion that, like me in my early days, the ‘educated’ miss the woods for the trees when they are fixated with the magician’s trade that Satya Sai Baba used to bring together millions of people who heeded his words.

This is one case where the majority is right. Where common wisdom is indeed that: wisdom.

Shri Shri Shri Sathya Sai Baba, may your soul rest in peace.

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The falacy that democracy = freedom is best illustrated by India. I point to the naxal movement as also to the tsunami of corruption scandals exposed these last 2 years and rest my case.

How different is India from Egypt?

Only in ONE way – freedom of speech. When that was abbrogated briefly during India’s “Emergency”, it led to a revolt just like the one in Egypt; except India dealt with it in an election. Everything else remains comparable with the situation in Egypt.

The irony is human beings aren’t actually looking for democracy; People looking for equity, fair play & justice and the freedom & opportunity to aspire for a better life. Thats what all the hoopla boils down to.

This isn't my own theory; it's Maslow's hierarchy of human needs I was taught at IIMA. The only exception is he postulated it in the context of marketing management!

The public needs a "simple" and "single" idea to get transfixed upon and then chase mindlessly. That's why they termed it as "democracy" - and made it marketable. And like all marketing, they spin the benefits and not the duties & drawbacks.

Actually, dictatorships (aka Kingdoms) which ensure that the aspirations of it’s people are met enjoy a great deal of harmony and progress even though their freedom of speech is delicately limited: UAE, KSA, China, etc. apart from the whole history of Indian Kings over a thousand years!

Conversely, when people find that the only access to prosperity and a good life are the preserve of a few, while the majority are left to face an unresponsive administration and justice & equity is only available to the few connected, rich & famous, their experience is one of denial of ‘freedom’ even if their laws theoritically grant them the ‘freedom’ – equity, justice and a good life.

This is India’s situation. And growing worse with an inept and corrupt ruling clan.

Since this realisation is slow to dawn, so will the pressure be slow to build to a bursting point. But when it does, and I dare say it will, the events of Egypt will look like a low tidal wave against the tsunami that will be witnessed.

The Egyptian revolution is credited to the youth using the internet/social media as a tool to communicate and gather in the streets. Even though they “feared” the authorities would swoop down on them for their anti-establishment posts.

Yet, in India, we do NOT see people expressing themselves freely, even though we “enjoy” a theoritical freedom of speech. Why?

It’s the fear and selfishness of the middle class, not the regime that is their worst enemy.

For that to change, the middle class must reach the depths of the “experience” of life as the rural poor did -  like the Naxals. Till then, the pressure will continue to grow in the cooker with no outward signals of an impending explosion.

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The wife handed him the sealed envelope and stood aside.

The small crowd at the funeral stood in pin drop silence when the son read out the man’s last will and testament.

It was just one sheet and the took just a few minutes to read out. It said:

My son says that I don’t love him.

That’s why I went to great lengths to search and adopt him when he was but a baby in a cradle, abandoned by a mother who didn’t want him.

My son says that I don’t love him.

That’s why I brought him home by 1^st class air when I had but travelled by 2^nd class sleeper train till then.

My son says that I don’t love him.

That’s why I took him to the best doctors to ensure he received the attention he needed so that he would be a healthy man when he grew up.

My son says that I don’t love him.

That’s why I spent every weekend at the park with him till he was six and only wanted his friends.

My son says that I don’t love him.

That’s why I bought him nice gifts every birthday and had all his friends to sing when he cut the cake, till he ran away from home.

My son says that I don’t love him.

That’s why I admitted him to the best schools in town and dropped and picked him up, every single day.

My son says that I don’t love him.

That’s why I bought him any toy he wanted, though they never lasted more than a few days.

My son says that I don’t love him.

That’s why I only admonished him softly when he kept stealing from my purse.

My son says that I don’t love him.

That’s why I brought him to a hospital and had the best surgeons fix his broken bones when his car hit a train and smashed it to smithereens.

My son says that I don’t love him.

That’s why I picked him up from the local bar when he was lying on the footpath and had him sober up in comfort.

My son says that I don’t love him.

That’s why I picked him up from the smashed car when he hit a pole and nearly dies and took him to the hospital.

My son says that I don’t love him.

That’s why I paid up for the half-way-home when he had to sober up again and again.

My son says that I don’t love him.

That’s why I took him in when he ran away time and again only to show up torn and tattered at the gate in the wee hours of the morning.

My son says that I don’t love him.

That’s why I set him up in furnished accommodation, even though he’d lose it all again and again.

My son says that I don’t love him.

That’s why I made excuses for him and protect his name when he was the only no-show at my 60^th birthday party.

My son says that I don’t love him.

That’s why I paid up the credit cards when they came looking for him at my house when he was nowhere to be found.

My son says that I don’t love him.

That’s why I lie to my friends when they ask me about him. He has a life to live while mine is but over.

My son says that I don’t love him.

That’s why I suffer in silence when I don’t know what’s happening to him or where he is.

My son says that I don’t love him.

That’s why when I die, I’ll ask God to teach me how to be a good dad.

-       Author unknown.

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A nurse took the tired, anxious serviceman to the bedside.
"Your son is here," she said to the old man. She had to repeat the words several times before the patient's eyes opened.

Heavily sedated because of the pain of his heart attack, he dimly saw the young uniformed Marine standing outside the oxygen tent. He reached out his hand. The Marine wrapped his toughened fingers around the old man's limp ones, squeezing a message of love and encouragement.

The nurse brought a chair so that the Marine could sit beside the bed. All through the night the young Marine sat there in the poorly lighted ward, holding the old man's hand and offering him words of love and strength. Occasionally, the nurse suggested that the Marine move away and rest awhile. He refused. Whenever the nurse came into the ward, the Marine was oblivious of her and of the night noises of the hospital - the clanking of the oxygen tank, the laughter of the night staff members exchanging greetings, the cries and moans of the other patients.

Now and then she heard him say a few gentle words. The dying man said nothing, only held tightly to his son all through the night.

Along towards dawn, the old man died. The Marine released the now lifeless hand he had been holding and went to tell the nurse. While she did what she had to do, he waited.

Finally, she returned. She started to offer words of sympathy, but the Marine interrupted her.

"Who was that man?" he asked.

The nurse was startled, "He was your father," she answered.

"No, he wasn't," the Marine replied. "I never saw him before in my life."
"Then why didn't you say something when I took you to him?"
"I knew right away there had been a mistake, but I also knew he needed his son, and his son just wasn't here. When I realized that he was too sick to tell whether or not I was his son, knowing how much he needed me, I just stayed."

I came here tonight to find a Mr. William Grey. His Son was Killed in Iraq today, and I was sent to inform him. What was this
Gentleman's Name?

The Nurse with Tears in Her Eyes Answered, "Mr. William Grey............."

The next time someone needs you ... just be there.
Just Stay

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Suppose that every night, ten men go to their favorite bar for beer. The tab for all ten 

The first four men (the poorest) would pay nothing.

The fifth would pay $1.

The sixth would pay $3.

The seventh $7.

The eighth $12.

The ninth $18.

The tenth man (the richest) would pay $59.

So, that’s what they decided to do. The ten men drank in the bar every night and seemed quite happy with the

arrangement, until one day, the owner threw them a curve. 

“Since you are all such good customers,” he said, “I’m going to reduce the cost of your nightly tab by $20.”

So, now drinks for the ten only cost $80. The group still wanted to pay their tab the way we pay our taxes.  So, the first four men were unaffected. They would still drink for free. 

How could they divvy up the $20 windfall so that everyone would get his ‘fair share’?

The six men realized that $20 divided by six is $3.33. But if they subtracted that from everybody’s share, then the fifth man and the sixth man would each end up being ‘PAID‘ to drink beer!

So, the bar owner suggested that it would be fair to reduce each man’s bill by roughly the same amount, and he proceeded to work out the amounts each should pay. 

And so:

The fifth man, like the first four, now paid nothing (100% savings).

The sixth now paid $2 instead of $3 (33% savings).

The seventh now paid $5 instead of $7 (28% savings).

The eighth now paid $9 instead of $12 (25% savings).

The ninth now paid $14 instead of $18 (22% savings).

The tenth now paid $49 instead of $59 (16% savings).

Each of the six was better off than before. And the first four continued to drink for free. But once drunk and outside the bar, the men began to compare their savings.

“I only got a dollar out of the $20,” declared the sixth man. He pointed to the tenth man “but he got $10!”

“Yeah, that’s right,” exclaimed the fifth man. “I only saved a dollar, too. It’s unfair that he got ten times more than me!”

“That’s true!!” shouted the seventh man. “Why should he get $10 back when I got only $2? The wealthy get all the breaks!”

“Wait a minute,” yelled the first four men in unison. “We didn’t get anything at all. The system exploits the poor!”

The nine men surrounded the tenth and beat him up.

The next night the tenth man didn’t show up at the bar, so the nine sat down and drank without him. But when it came time to pay the tab, they discovered something important. They didn’t have enough money  between all of them for

even half of the tab!

And that, boys and girls, journalists and college professors, is how our tax system works. The people who pay the highest taxes get the most benefit from a tax reduction. Tax them too much, attack them for being wealthy, and they just may not show up to pick up the tab anymore.

David R. Kamerschen, Ph.D.

Distinguished Professor of Economics

536 Brooks Hall

University of Georgia

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Narayanan Krishnan brings hot meals and dignity to India’s homeless and destitute – 365 days year – through a non-profit Akshya Trust. Since 2002, he has served more than 1.20 MILLION meals, FREE to the destitute.

CNN Heroes has 10 people selected after scrutiny worldwide and Krishnan is the only Indian on the list.

If you think he’s doing good work and want to support his type of cause, DO GO AND CAST YOUR VOTE. It only takes 1 click! Here is the link:

http://heroes.cnn.com/vote.aspx

PLEASE go an vote. I’m sure atleast one of these 10 magnificent human beings deserves 1 click from you. I’d be happy if you voted for Krishnan, as I’ve seen his work on TV several times. He’s what a common person like you and me can do.

Thanks for your time and attention.

JS

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I'm sending this to you to see how
many actually read their e-mail.  

Your response will be interesting to you, me and our friends.  
 After you have finished reading it, you will know the reason it was
sent to you.  

People come into your life for a reason, a season or a lifetime.  
 When you know which one it is, you will know what to do for that person.  
 When someone is in your life for a REASON, it is usually to meet a need
you have expressed.  
 They have come to assist you through a difficulty, to provide you with
guidance and support,  
 To aid you physically, emotionally or spiritually.  
 They may seem like a godsend and they are.  
 They are there for the reason you need them to be.  
 Then, without any wrongdoing on your part or at an inconvenient time,  
 this person will say or do something to bring the relationship to an
end.  
 Sometimes they die. Sometimes they walk away.  
 Sometimes they act up and force you to take a stand.  
 What we must realize is that our need has been met, our desire
fulfilled, their work is done.  
 The prayer you sent up has been answered and now it is time to move on.

Some people come into your life for a SEASON, because your turn has
come to share, grow or learn.  
 They bring you an experience of peace or make you laugh.  
 They may teach you something you have never done.  
 They usually give you an unbelievable amount of joy.  
 Believe it, it is real. But only for a season.  

LIFETIME relationships teach you lifetime lessons,  
 things you must build upon in order to have a solid emotional
foundation.  

Your job is to accept the lesson,  
 love the person and put what you have learned to use in all other
relationships and areas of your life.  
 It is said that love is blind but friendship is clairvoyant.

Send all your friends this link.

It’ll tell them you are there for a reason, a season or lifetime

As they are in your life.

GUARDIAN ANGEL  

Forward this link the same day you received it.  
 It may sound ridiculous, but it is right on time.  
 We believe that something is about to happen.  
 Angels exist, only sometimes they haven't got wings and we call them
friends; you are one of them.  
 Something wonderful is about to happen to you and your friends.

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The dinner guests were sitting around the table discussing life.

One man, a CEO, decided to explain the problem with education. He argued, 'What's a kid going to learn from someone who decided his best option in life was to become a teacher?'

He reminded the other dinner guests what they say about teachers: 'Those who can, do. Those who can't, teach.'

To stress his point he said to another guest; 'You're a teacher, Bonnie. Be honest. What do you make?'

Bonnie, who had a reputation for honesty and frankness replied, 'You want to know what I make? (She paused for a second, and then began...) 'Well, I make kids work harder than they ever thought they could.

I make a C+ feel like the Congressional Medal of Honour.

I make kids sit through 40 minutes of class time when their parents can't make them sit for 5 minutes without an I Pod, Game Cube or movie rental. (She paused and looked at each and every person at the table.)

I make kids wonder.

I make them question.

I make them apologize and mean it.

I make them have respect and take responsibility for their actions.

I teach them to write and then I make them write. Keyboarding isn't everything.

I make them read, read, read.

I make them show all their work in math. They use their God given brain, not the man-made calculator.

I make my students from other countries learn everything they need to know in English while preserving their unique cultural identity.

I make my classroom a place where all my students feel safe.

I make my students stand, placing their hand over their heart to say the Pledge of Allegiance to the Flag, One Nation Under God, because we live in the United States of America.

Finally, I make them understand that if they use the gifts they were given, work hard, and follow their hearts, they can succeed in life.'

(Bonnie paused one last time and then continued.)

Then, when people try to judge me by what I make, with me knowing money isn't everything, I can hold my head up high and pay no attention because they  are ignorant..... You want to know what do I make?

I MAKE A DIFFERENCE. What do you make Mr. CEO?'

His jaw dropped, he went silent.

IT IS WORTH SENDING A LINK TO EVERY “TEACHER” YOU KNOW.

Even all your personal teachers like mothers, fathers, brothers, sisters, grandparents, your spiritual teachers.

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Worth reading to the end!

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Editor's note: These remarks are from Amazon CEO Jeff Bezos commencement speech to Princeton's Class of 2010, delivered on May 30, 2010.

As a kid, I spent my summers with my grandparents on their ranch in Texas. I helped fix windmills, vaccinate cattle, and do other chores. We also watched soap operas every afternoon, especially "Days of our Lives." My grandparents belonged to a Caravan Club, a group of Airstream trailer owners who travel together around the U.S. and Canada. And every few summers, we'd join the caravan. We'd hitch up the Airstream trailer to my grandfather's car, and off we'd go, in a line with 300 other Airstream adventurers. I loved and worshipped my grandparents and I really looked forward to these trips. On one particular trip, I was about 10 years old. I was rolling around in the big bench seat in the back of the car. My grandfather was driving. And my grandmother had the passenger seat. She smoked throughout these trips, and I hated the smell.

At that age, I'd take any excuse to make estimates and do minor arithmetic. I'd calculate our gas mileage -- figure out useless statistics on things like grocery spending. I'd been hearing an ad campaign about smoking. I can't remember the details, but basically the ad said, every puff of a cigarette takes some number of minutes off of your life: I think it might have been two minutes per puff. At any rate, I decided to do the math for my grandmother. I estimated the number of cigarettes per days, estimated the number of puffs per cigarette and so on. When I was satisfied that I'd come up with a reasonable number, I poked my head into the front of the car, tapped my grandmother on the shoulder, and proudly proclaimed, "At two minutes per puff, you've taken nine years off your life!"

I have a vivid memory of what happened, and it was not what I expected. I expected to be applauded for my cleverness and arithmetic skills. "Jeff, you're so smart. You had to have made some tricky estimates, figure out the number of minutes in a year and do some division." That's not what happened. Instead, my grandmother burst into tears. I sat in the backseat and did not know what to do. While my grandmother sat crying, my grandfather, who had been driving in silence, pulled over onto the shoulder of the highway. He got out of the car and came around and opened my door and waited for me to follow. Was I in trouble? My grandfather was a highly intelligent, quiet man. He had never said a harsh word to me, and maybe this was to be the first time? Or maybe he would ask that I get back in the car and apologize to my grandmother. I had no experience in this realm with my grandparents and no way to gauge what the consequences might be. We stopped beside the trailer.

My grandfather looked at me, and after a bit of silence, he gently and calmly said, "Jeff, one day you'll understand that it's harder to be kind than clever."

What I want to talk to you about today is the difference between gifts and choices. Cleverness is a gift, kindness is a choice. Gifts are easy -- they're given after all. Choices can be hard. You can seduce yourself with your gifts if you're not careful, and if you do, it'll probably be to the detriment of your choices.

This is a group with many gifts. I'm sure one of your gifts is the gift of a smart and capable brain. I'm confident that's the case because admission is competitive and if there weren't some signs that you're clever, the dean of admission wouldn't have let you in.

Your smarts will come in handy because you will travel in a land of marvels. We humans -- plodding as we are -- will astonish ourselves. We'll invent ways to generate clean energy and a lot of it. Atom by atom, we'll assemble tiny machines that will enter cell walls and make repairs. This month comes the extraordinary but also inevitable news that we've synthesized life. In the coming years, we'll not only synthesize it, but we'll engineer it to specifications. I believe you'll even see us understand the human brain. Jules Verne, Mark Twain, Galileo, Newton -- all the curious from the ages would have wanted to be alive most of all right now. As a civilization, we will have so many gifts, just as you as individuals have so many individual gifts as you sit before me.

How will you use these gifts? And will you take pride in your gifts or pride in your choices?

I got the idea to start Amazon 16 years ago. I came across the fact that Web usage was growing at 2,300 percent per year. I'd never seen or heard of anything that grew that fast, and the idea of building an online bookstore with millions of titles -- something that simply couldn't exist in the physical world -- was very exciting to me. I had just turned 30 years old, and I'd been married for a year. I told my wife MacKenzie that I wanted to quit my job and go do this crazy thing that probably wouldn't work since most startups don't, and I wasn't sure what would happen after that. MacKenzie (also a Princeton grad and sitting here in the second row) told me I should go for it. As a young boy, I'd been a garage inventor. I'd invented an automatic gate closer out of cement-filled tires, a solar cooker that didn't work very well out of an umbrella and tinfoil, baking-pan alarms to entrap my siblings. I'd always wanted to be an inventor, and she wanted me to follow my passion.

I was working at a financial firm in New York City with a bunch of very smart people, and I had a brilliant boss that I much admired. I went to my boss and told him I wanted to start a company selling books on the Internet. He took me on a long walk in Central Park, listened carefully to me, and finally said, "That sounds like a really good idea, but it would be an even better idea for someone who didn't already have a good job." That logic made some sense to me, and he convinced me to think about it for 48 hours before making a final decision. Seen in that light, it really was a difficult choice, but ultimately, I decided I had to give it a shot. I didn't think I'd regret trying and failing. And I suspected I would always be haunted by a decision to not try at all. After much consideration, I took the less safe path to follow my passion, and I'm proud of that choice.

Tomorrow, in a very real sense, your life -- the life you author from scratch on your own -- begins.

How will you use your gifts? What choices will you make?

Will inertia be your guide, or will you follow your passions?

Will you follow dogma, or will you be original?

Will you choose a life of ease, or a life of service and adventure?

Will you wilt under criticism, or will you follow your convictions?

Will you bluff it out when you're wrong, or will you apologize?

Will you guard your heart against rejection, or will you act when you fall in love?

Will you play it safe, or will you be a little bit swashbuckling?

When it's tough, will you give up, or will you be relentless?

Will you be a cynic, or will you be a builder?

Will you be clever at the expense of others, or will you be kind?

I will hazard a prediction. When you are 80 years old, and in a quiet moment of reflection narrating for only yourself the most personal version of your life story, the telling that will be most compact and meaningful will be the series of choices you have made.

In the end, we are our choices.

Build yourself a great story.

Thank you and good luck!

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Why India is unlikely to rid itself of this downward spiral of corruption, rape, murder and deception

When I was a young man, like 70% of India is today, I was completely consumed by living in the “now” and “making it”. Ofcourse, at that time, I didn’t think that is how I would describe what I was upto. I was doing what every young person has done from time immemorial: Climb the socio-economic ladder, enjoy the nice things in life, have fun, see the world and so on. I’m sure you get it, since you are quite likely to identify with these things as being the important things in life.

In those days, it was important to climb to the top of the heap. Nothing else seemed to be the reason for life. Looking Good and Avoid Looking Bad was the name of the game, in one sentence. It was at the core of all things and people, it seemed to me.

But then, I inherited a freedom for which I never fought, never suffered or even saw achieved, thanks to my forefathers and their struggles. I could pursue anything and everything I chose to, dared to, or dreamed of. That is freedom. Except, I didn’t have to learn how to preserve it or even remotely understood how it was achieved.

That’s why history repeats itself.

The rampant corruption and downward sprialling of public life, born out of neglect by the I – Me – Mine generation can have only one end: Anarchy.

That’s at the root cause of Naxalism. That’s at the root cause of Talibanism. That’s at the root cause of the growing Saffron fundamentalism. To name a few in India. I need not mention that Indian TV channels break scams about once-three-times-a-day like a physician’s prescription.

While everyone fums and frets about all this, no one will lift a little finger to use the only known successful form of peaceful protest that works: Mass Civil Disobedience. We’re now locked into an armchair critic’s role, with internet connectivity without wires.

Protests must be led by the Youth, since only they have the strength and energy to do so successfully. Look at any of the successful movement around the world and you’ll see those who saved their countries from disaster we young people.

But when the youth have been raised on a diet of fashion statements, fast food, instant glory and so on, climbing that ladder will naturally be the priority. That the very freedom they enjoy will dissappear once they are fully enslaved by creeping corruption, rape and disception will go unnoticed till its too late.

And that’s why the Youth will, unfortunately, fail India.

And if you think it's not your job, you are the perfect example of what I'm saying. To understand, read this:

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The real voyage of discovery consists not in seeking new landscapes but in having new eyes. - Marcel Proust 

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The Trap of Being Human is captured in a simple box with eight segments:

Almost everything you & I do, did or will do will fall into one of these eight boxes.

We spend almost all our lives doing, saying or feeling in one or the other of eight boxes.

It fails to give us any lasting satisfaction. The cost is huge, yet not apparent.

The last two boxes – Looking Good / Avoid Looking Bad is the 21^st century favourite.

But its been around ever since Adam and Eve.

And I don’t mean only physically looking good.

This is the trap of Being Human.

The wiring of Being Human.

The way out? That’s another story. For another day.

© J Srinivasan

Twitter: @jsvasan

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The real voyage of discovery consists not in seeking new landscapes but in having new eyes. - Marcel Proust

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