Thats him, Mani.
Striving hard to make a place in this speedy world and get himself a position, he fails to understand what shall come of use and what shall not. He think's everything's useless but, alas, the defect lies in his vision. The days pass and so do nights with him thinking of attaining one thing he wants to get in life. Peace. Nothing else but peace. Dreaming and doing nothing else. Not realizing his stay is so short he continues to wry around ignorant of the one day when he shall have to cry around.
He hates slyness. He says that. But saying that is of no use, it still stays with him. He wants to be liked, loved rather, but also wants to not learn to love. But he wants to love. He's a confused fella. His biggest problem is that he cannot stay in one mode of thought. The states are so extreme and inertial. In the company of more than one person he becomes the light-headed Mani, entertaining at times and hard to endure at others. But there's this climate he likes to be in, where in he's disappointed and sad. He's truly demented but he just wishes people know that too for some still think of him as sane. Sudden outburts or silent retreats are very normal for this abnormal being, if I may call him human. But humans know what is right and what is wrong. He's an animal going by his senses and always ending up with non-sense.
He thinks he's the best, most worthy and most capable though he never says this aloud, afraid of being regarded as immodest. Perhaps there's some part of pride related with being known as modest too. He says he likes honesty. I guess he does but there are these times when he cannot find the courage to be honest.
Sometimes he becomes outright expressing all that he bears inside while he choses silence at others. Sometimes he's not bothered about what all happens but sometimes he hates everything. It is the quality of the wise to learn from others' mistakes but this inane chap cannot accept his own as a teacher. The biggest quality he holds which makes him qualify as category #1 fools is trait of expectations. He is like that stupid spider who makes on building webs in the path of elephants. Perhaps it was him who a wise person saw and coined the phrase 'Try try until you suceed' or until you die coz you're not gonna get what anything by expectation except infliction. Ironically, I quote Mani "It is a sin to expect". They say a mob has no brain so by this logic you could call him a mob, a mob of frenetic thoughts, desires, worries and more thought and more desires and more worries and more demands......
If you're given a blank screen and a keyboard and you're told to type in something, most people I'm sure would type, '[My name] is a good boy/girl'. Mani used to do that too till recently I observed he's been typing 'Mani seems to be a good boy' in such a situation.
In this world, nothing comes for free. Nothing. Except.... Yes. There's one this which everybody can give! Advice. Why ? Because no one wants to keep it to themselves but push them onto others becuase one himself cannot listen but it is easy to make others listen. No one will follow the advice they give but act as if they're the directors of the IAC (Indian advice commission).
He asks me, 'Why, in this world, is everybody so selfish ???", and I tell him maybe he's right in thinking but maybe its his eye that eludes him. He has been made to imagine the world play as a merchant trade where every merchant is looking for his own profit, in a deal big or small. He's desperate to find selflessness. "Its there in you. Find it inside, you'll see it around.", is what I 'advice' him. Though there're more advices I keep giving him. For example I've been teaching him the definition of unfortunate. A person who gains pleasure by conferring pain to another is unfortunate as it will come back in the same way. Life's pretty balanced. But would he listen ? Haha. He thinks friends are for free. More than once has the thought incurred to him to drop all friends. Afterall, what good're friends ? Except when he needs a pen or some notes to study or a call to make.
The colors of the world attract him and unknowingly he is drawn into the vicious circles of life like the deer that runs after the mirage, tired, to know that what he got, was nothing he thought. Mani if you read this, please know that the world is round. It is round. Snap out of it. Please I selflessly want nothing but your well-being. This is my advice to you.
Update:
Mani likes dead bodies. He does not want people to be dead (though his want will not change anything) but the dead have a quality to be revered. A dead man does not jump with excitation while being exalted and a dead man does not cry when insulted. If a dead is told he has struck a lottery, he will not have a heart attack and if he is informed about his bankrupcy, he will not react. The only problem with the dead is its lack of life and love, otherwise it has virtues one a many. There's this poem he wrote once when someone praised his blog.
There are some reasons to respect a corpse,
But the living shall only disdain it,
For a dead shall not emanate tear drops,
may you disgrace or try to pain it,
For the dead shall not jump with joy,
may you express, your most extreme reverence,
For its inherent poise, you cannot destroy,
may you try a million, with unending perseverance.
So I regard those qualities neglecting its lifelessness,
Seemingly some might praise 'me' or 'my' exaggeratedly or otherwise,
But this tingle of egoistic pleasure aggravates my restlessnes,
I believe everything, my blog or me, is bound by demise.
The blogs shall keep coming and going and so shall the writers,
time ensures a replacement for all, time always has a way,
who am I to thank, there'r millions superior to me,alas, just overnighters,
who will continue to exist and enthrall, but shall be replaced one day.
Mani is hungry. Very. Of what ? He is hungry of virtues, of selfnessness, of honesty, of tolerance, of humility, of self-control and of love. How sadistic are you, the vices , why don't you leave him ? What harm has he done to you ? But do they listen ? They say Mani is a tasty mind to reside in as he obeys them very dilligently. What more do dictators need!
Mani, listen to me. Accept your vices. Accept them, embrace them. And embrace them so bloody hard as to strangle them to death. You shall get many things in life, family, friends, money, motor, gaadi, banglaa, (even maa) but the day you get their death, you will get what you have always dreamed of. So work on not thinking about failure, for 'The fear of failure is the biggest failure'. There're no setbacks or mistakes. Just lessons. (Courtesy: The monk who sold his ferrari, a must read.)
Thank you. I love you.
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