The Flip Side of Social Media – A First hand experience

I had the first taste of the cost of social media during my recent trip to Singapore. I reached my hotel around 8pm on one evening and wanted to have a quick dinner as I was hungry. I didn’t have the patience to pick and choose a restaurant  nor did I have the time to travel to go to a place where Indian food is available. The hotel I stayed was in a place called Clark Quay Riverside, obviously a place meant for upwardly mobile Singaporeans. Nevertheless I decided to explore the place in search of an eating place. I walked around the Riverside which was great and refreshing but I had to cut it short as hunger pangs hit me hard. I looked around for an Italian restaurant and soon found one. I settled down in a cozy corner and waited for the waiter. The waiter came and gave me a menu card. I scanned through the card but needed some advice from the waiter.  ‘Firstly’, I told the waiter, ‘please understand I’m a vegetarian’ and added by way of abundant caution that I don’t even take eggs’. Strangely in many foreign countries egg is not considered as a non-vegetarian. The waiter nodded his head in appreciation and offered to bring pizza as his first option. But then I came to know  pizza size was too big for one person. I was, therefore, advised to take Pasta instead since the portions were small enough for one person. I settled for Pasta and started relaxing. Just then I heard a ping from my smart phone and I was curious to know who it could be from among my whats up groups. In retrospect, this was the beginning of my problem. Here’s how it unfolded.

I opened my What’s up chat groups and found that my family group was indeed active. I joined the group instantly to announce my arrival in Singapore. Just then the waiter came and asked me for my suggestions for toppings to Pasta. I said: put green vegetables liberally. I asked him to give me a list of vegetables available in the menu card. He said: Onions, sir. I said: fine and went back to my chat group. I texted a message to my daughter and son-in-law proudly announcing that my dinner had been ordered and it’s pasta in an Italian restaurant. The waiter in the meanwhile asked: Any other vegetable, sir?. I responded saying ‘Tomatoes’. As he noted down, I went back to my chat to reply to two comments already made – a wow from my daughter and one from my son-in-law with a hint of sarcasm. He said: yes, deep-fried pasta with a creamy cheese on top is indeed yummy! Defending myself feebly, I said: No, I’m told they only use virgin Olive Oil and returned to attend to my waiter’s next question on vegetables – do you want brocoli, Olives, cabbage and Brussels Sprouts too, sir?. I said: Yes, of course and went back to Whatsup chat.This time my daughter came to my rescue saying : Appa, don’t you worry. The vegetables and pasta are normally boiled in water for making pasta – not deep fried. My sister joined the chat and reprimanded my son-in-law saying: why don’t you allow him to have his dinner without feeling guilty about fat content or creamy layer and to encourage me added (more…)

Published in: on March 12, 2017 at 1:13 am  Leave a Comment  
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When Adharma becomes one’s Swadharma…

Last week I came across two bizarre stories. Here’s the first one. I happened to meet an old acquaintance and casually asked him  about his future plans. He said he is going to quit corporate life in 4 years from now. I was taken by surprise because he is close to forty, doing reasonably well in his career and has a family to support. Moreover he is generally cheerful in his disposition. I mean he is certainly not a cynical guy. So I asked him what happened. He said he will go back to his village. “And do what”, I persisted. To my utter surprise again, he said he wants to become a pujari or a priest in a temple. He, then, revealed a secret of his life –  he was once a priest in a temple before qualifying himself and getting into the corporate world. Perhaps, he now feels life in his village is more peaceful than the rat race in a corporate. I asked him who is going to take care of his wife and 7-year-old kid. He said casually that his wife is a CA and can take care of his kid and herself. Moreover, he is leaving behind a 65 lakhs worth flat for her. Well, one may or may not agree with his choice but he seemed bent on his decision. He may be following his Swadharma. (I’m using the term in the sense of one’s aptitude or natural inclination).

If the above conversation didn’t shock me or the readers, here’s a real shocker. This came from my driver on the following day. He said he met an old friend of his on the previous day whom he happened to meet after a gap of 6 long years. Where was he all these years, I inquired. He was in a jail in Thane for 6 years and was released recently. What was his crime? I asked. My driver explained further: He worked for a gangster or an extortionist in his area and we all know how they operate.  A self-styled  leader would crown himself as the badshah (king) of the area. Every shopkeeper in the area would pay up a monthly fees to the guy as protection money. Protection from whom? A badshah will explain succinctly: Well, I will protect you from myself! So, these badshahs demarcate their areas of influence and operate within that area. The problem starts when a badshah gets greedy and wants to extend his area of influence. In any case, to cut a long story short, my driver’s friend was hired by one badshah to kill another badshah. The poor fellow was caught by the police during the encounter, beaten up and jailed for 6 years.

I said to my driver: Poor guy, he must have got mentally depressed after 6 long years of isolation. My driver said: Sir, you are completely wrong. This fellow is in great spirits. He is in great shape physically as well. As proof of his statement, he showed me his photo on his smart phone. He went on to add: He is unrepentant and says he will definitely follow the same career – a career of violence, murder and the accompanying excitement. He is used to the excitement of living on edge and is lured by prospects of easy money. Now he has better network having met lots of criminals in the jail over the past 6 years. In short, he has a very well laid out career plan. He has plans to work as an apprentice under a politician who are always in need of thugs like him. And eventually who knows, he could become a badshah himself if luck favours him.

What a contrasting story. Both the guys are following their hearts. My wife says: to each his own.

Both are following Swadharma.

Once a guy is a criminal, it seems he is condemned to become only a more hardened criminal. A part of the blame for this goes to the society we live in. Is anyone ready to employ a guy with a criminal past except of course a politician? No way. So Adharma becomes his Swadharma. He finds his excitement only in immoral and criminal acts. If this is the psychology of most criminals (I hope not), this is truly dangerous. We urgently need rehabilitation programmes for ex-criminals.

On the other hand, it’s not surprising to find a person with saintly roots to seek opportunities to reset his lifestyle to suit his disposition.

Published in: on March 5, 2017 at 12:17 am  Leave a Comment  
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Chasing Reality

This is the story of my 3-year old granddaughter. She moved to our place along with her mother who was expecting her second child. She was super excited to be with her pampering grand parents. But soon she realised her father could not be with her. However, she  settled down with her new routine and was thoroughly enjoying her preschool where she was being taught singing and dancing. Then one fine day her father came over to visit us and she was on top of the world. This didn’t last long as he had to leave with in a few days. Her world plunged into darkness as she couldn’t understand why he had to go back. Flexible as kids are, she got over her sorrow within a couple of days. She was back again on her feet enjoying every moment. Her next moment of excitement came when her mother went to hospital for delivery and gave birth to a baby boy to play with. Her excitement did not last long, though. She saw a rival in the new arrival as she found her mother’s attention was more towards the new baby. With jealousy comes anger and we could see her throwing up tantrums over trivial things. She overcame this as well over a period of time. But she could never reconcile to her father appearing and disappearing time and again. Although she could not express, she sure must have faced several unanswered questions such as: What is real – Me living with my parents or with grandparents? The school is the reality or home with pampering grandparents. If parental love is real, how come my mother doesn’t show the same love after the arrival of the new baby. Does reality which is constantly changing has any meaning.

Her young mind would have found some convincing answers when she finally moved to her father’s place along with her mother and the newborn. Having finally found the warmth of love from both parents, she may finally conclude: Yes, this is the ultimate reality – not my grand parents, not my friends, not my school.

Did the elders fare any better in the emotional drama? Far from it. The parents and grandparents were equally or more affected than the kid herself. Their heart sank along with the kid’s and their spirits got elevated as the kid got excited. Not just that. When both the grand kids finally left them, they could not take it in their stride. The silence in the house was overpowering. The house felt desolate and lifeless without the usual noises.

Look at the contrasting experience after the kids left. During their stay, time was in short supply. Now there is plenty of time on hand. There was plenty of noise then. Now there is deafening silence. There was plenty of fun, then. We all would laugh, make faces, whistle, sing & dance to no particular tune. Now that is replaced by meaningless monotonous work, matter-of-fact conversations, gentlemanly behaviour and plain boredom. Every piece of work had a purpose then, while now whatever work we do seems meaningless.

What is reality? They living with us or they living away from us? If the elders understand the realities, why do they find the separation unbearable?

The fact of the matter is that none of the things that we see as reality are real. All that we see in the human drama are mere emotions. Emotions come and go. They are not real. Whatever is changing with time is not real. And we are chasing the so-called reality which is constantly changing. What then is the reality that does not undergo any change? Awareness or Consciousness which lights up all the seemingly real things is the only reality. It’s that without which the relative world of experiences and emotions cannot exist. One may call it God, or Eswara or Brahman ( as in the Vedic terminology).

Published in: on February 11, 2017 at 5:07 pm  Leave a Comment  
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Memories, Experiences and Living in the Present


My daughter has a penchant for capturing precious moments of life with her camera. She is particularly fond of photographing kids in action. She visited us recently from the US along with her 2-year old kid and went on clicking video shots of the kids in action. I think she is sentimental when she says: Life is all about experiences and memories which are best captured with video shots. Whenever she has leisure, she says, she spends time going through these captured memories.

I disagree with her on the question of whether life is all about memories. Being a fan of the great philosopher J Krishnamrthy, I have completely different views on the subject. Let me quote JK himself.  He says very profoundly: Memory is the residue of an unfinished, uncompleted experience, is it not? Watch your own memory and you will see. When you finish an experience, complete it, there is no memory of that experience in the sense of a psychological residue. There is a residue only when an experience is not fully understood, and there is no understanding of experience because we look at each experience through past memories, and therefore we never meet the new as the new, but always through the screen of the old. Therefore, it is clear that our response to experience is conditioned, always limited”.

JK implies that since we do not experience every moment fully, we feel the need to keep going back to the past so that we can relive the experience. But then memory is really not very helpful either. It’s very selective and is never a faithful reproduction of what actually happened in the past. Not just that. We are perpetually busy recording experiences and miss the live experience. It’s like the old joke about a Japanese tourist who visits many places and ends up seeing them all only through the camera lens!

Having seen J Krishnamrthy’s profound insight on the topic, let us take the case of Lord Krishna’s life. He always lived in the present. His childhood was spent in Gokul. Then he moved to Brindavan where the Gopikas (Cow herding girls) experienced the ecstasy of his spiritual love. From Bridavan, he moved to Mathura for a while to complete his unfinished task and then went on to become the king of Dwaraka. Once that phase was over, his next destination was Hastinapur where he played a crucial role during the Mahabharata war. Wherever he went he played his role to perfection without being overwhelmed by emotions. He was always present in the moment and never looked back or brooded over the past. For instance, when the time came to leave Brindavan, he left all the gopikas he loved without feeling sentimental about their relationship, although the gopikas pined for him with nostalgia. Nostalgia is a symptom of having had an incomplete experience.

When is an experience complete? It’s only when one lives in the present moment completely. One can learn about living in the present moment from children. Children live every moment so completely that they have no need for memories. Here are a few live examples. Recently my granddaughter took part in her school sports day function. She participated in the running race and stood first in two events. Here is a photograph of her after winning:

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Don’t you see the innocence in her face. There is no great excitement. She ran like anybody else and winning was not important to her or for that matter to any kid. Excitement was only for the parents. Children, in their age of innocence, do not develop any sense of competition. Since there was no sense of competition, there was no tension before running and  no excitement either after the event. Nevertheless, they all enjoyed every moment of the race. Perhaps after a couple of years of brainwashing by parents on concepts like  competition, winning, losing etc, they would behave like any other adult.

Here is another instance of the spontaneity of children. The pictures below are of celebration of the birthday of my granddaughter:

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One can see all the children playing spontaneously on their own without feeling inhibited. Unlike adults who have to be coaxed into playing, all the kids joined in to play games without anyone prompting then to do so .

To me, this is the meaning of living in the present moment which is completely different from living in memories and nostalgia.

 

Published in: on January 9, 2017 at 12:10 am  Leave a Comment  
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Nava Rasas in an Iyengar Wedding

Last week we had two big family functions. One was a typical big fat Tambram wedding and the other a relatively simpler naming ceremony of my grandson. The wedding was celebrated in Chennai with the usual fanfare that accompanies any south Indian wedding.

During a wedding celebration, one can experience an impressive range of emotions. In fact, most of the Nava Rasas are on display. I thought it will be interesting to explore a few of them here.

Shringara is easily the most prominent rasa in a wedding.. Love, romance, beauty, attraction are all in the air as one progresses from one ritual to the other.

Hasya rasa arises out of Shringara during every ritual. Laughter, comical interludes, funny remarks and exchanges – all add up to the Hasya rasa. Both these rasas are readily captured from the following photographs where the bride and the bridegroom exchange garlands. The fun part cannot be missed here as the bride and bridegroom are literally lifted and each play a game of  ‘catch me if you can’. One can see smiles all around as each tries to dodge the other.

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The rasa rudra or anger is part and parcel of any marriage celebration in India. The bride’s party is literally and figuratively at the receiving end for their acts of omissions and commissions. There are always a couple of people from the groom’s side who are rigid sticklers to old traditions and they would not miss an opportunity to create a scene to insist and get what they want.

The emotion of fear or bhaya is felt constantly at the back of the mind by both the parties till the wedding gets over successfully. If a wedding celebration goes without any hiccups, it only means that hundreds of critical factors have fallen in place.

The emotion Adbhutam, wonder or amazement, finds its place as the groom ties the knot to the accompaniment of high decibel chanting of mantras and even higher decibel sounds of Tavil or drums. That is the moment everyone is anxiously waiting for and when it arrives, everyone becomes ecstatic. It’s a moment of joy as well as relief. With hundred of people focusing on the scene and the close relatives closing in to occupy vantage points to have a good view of the couple and the cameramen clicking away to glory, it’s an amazing moment to cherish. One can see tears of joy rolling down the eyes of the near and dear. One might have seen many marriages. Still in every marriage the muhurat is the most precious moment. It’s the build up of events leading up to the muhurat that makes the moment very special and exciting.

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Shantam, peace and tranquility, is yet another important rasa. Don’t we experience it once the dust settles down after the wedding? The nice feeling of having successfully completed a mission and the accompanying relief is merely an expression of the emotion Shantam.

How about Karunyam or compassion. One is bound to feel a sense of sadness when one has to face the inevitable moment of separation of one’s daughter from the family. It’s the beginning of a new phase of life to the daughter as well as the parents. Anyone witnessing the farewell scene can easily empathize with the people concerned.

Is the rasa VEERA, courage or valour, seen or experienced? Well, the courage and confidence that one enjoys after completing a challenging mission is something unique. Having performed a marriage successfully, one is justified in feeling confident of facing any challenge in life without much fuss.

How about the rasa BHIBATSA? This is extreme fear or disgust, outrage. Well, one might argue this emotion has no place in a marriage hall. Imagine, though, a situation where you are about to leave the function hall and the caterers and hall managers approach you with fat bills to be cleared. Seeing that the bills have exceeded your budget will surely cause BHIBATSA or outrage or even disgust.

 

Excitement over Newborn baby!

‘It’s a boy’ – wrote my wife on her FB status announcing the birth of our grandson to her FB friends & relatives. ‘Oh, boy’ – reacted one in excitement. ‘He shares my birthday’ – said another excitedly. ‘He shares my birth star’  – said yet another. ‘He is born on Navaratri Friday, a very auspicious day’ – exclaimed an elderly person. Another old relative of mine explained – ‘oh, his birth star is Moolam which is that of Manavala Maamuinigal, a great Vaishnavaite saint’.

I mentioned the last bit to my daughter & son-in-law. My daughter was curious and asked: Who is Manavala Maamuni? I replied: Oh, he is a famous acharyan(apostle) of Vaishnava tradition in southern India. She did not seem impressed,though. In a lighter vein she said: Moola Nakshatatula paranda valku Ponnu kudukka matalame ( I heard men with this birth star are not the preferred grooms for traditional girls’s parents). My son-in-law quipped: Appodana acharyana aga mudium (Oh, that will pave the way for sainthood!). My daughter reacted: No, this li’l fellow is definitely going to settle  for a love marriage, meaning he will pick his own mate.

The excitement was at its peak on the day one. I had to engage in conversations with several of my whatsup groups simultaneously. As I kept texting back & forth with my first daughter in the US and my sister-in-law in Doha in separate chats, my wife was irritated because I did not respond to her instructions to me. She protested saying: ‘You are obsessing over people living thousands of miles away and ignoring my instructions’. I protested feebly and said: Please understand I’m dealing with two super-excited girls – my daughter on the one hand and my sis-in-law on the other.

All this excitement was not exactly amusing to my nearly 3-year old grand-daughter. She seemed to be completely confused with several unanswered questions: Where has this li’l fellow come from all of a sudden. Why is everyone excited? How come my dad comes and goes every now and then. How is it that my mom goes away suddenly one day to a hospital and returns home with a baby whom she is feeding all the time and ignoring me. Her curiosity is only partially fulfilled when we explained to her that the “kutty papa”(the li’l one) is soon going to call her akka(big sis). She found that part of the story entirely to her liking.  However, she seemed to have mixed feelings about the whole thing, showing excitement and resentment alternately.

It’s amazing how a new arrival in a family – that one li’l fellow – can cause so much excitement all around. Now we are settling down with a routine where each one of us has to shoulder multiple roles. As they say – After the ecstasy, the laundry!

Published in: on October 16, 2016 at 1:25 am  Leave a Comment  
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The Innovation Challenge!

One has to be at one’s creative best in dealing with 2-year old children. They are rebellious by nature and will not take ‘no’ for an answer. At the same time they expect us to accept their ‘no’ without a murmur. How do you handle that on a day-to-day basis? It’s quite a challenge to our innovation. One has to experiment with all tactics including those known as – Sama, Dana, Bheda, Dandam (Attributed to an ancient Hindu philosopher Chanakya).

When kids are bent on doing something, there is no stopping them. For instance, my 2-year-old granddaughter’s commitment and passion to a job that she decides to do is unbelievable. To take an example, she is the first one to know whenever the door-bell rings or the phone rings. In her mind she has exclusive right to open the door whenever the door-bell rings or answer the phone when it rings. She is so focused on the job that she will never let anyone do it for her. Once it so happened that the door bell rang at the most awkward moment for her. The bell rang ding-dong and she ran like a 100 metre sprinter towards the door. For her, after all, call of duty supersedes call of nature! Before her mother could even finish saying ‘no’, she was already at the door with lightning speed beating all of us who tried to give her a chase. I must admit her commitment to duty was total!

A couple of days back, I had a completely different challenge. I was given a difficult task of making her wear a certain dress against her wishes. (I’m surprised that at this age itself she is so choosy about what dress to wear for her play-school! Looks like dress sense is innate to girls). Given this background, the job of making her wear a dress of her mother’s choice was by no means an easy task. I tried every trick that I knew without success. You cannot coax her to your point of view on such matters nor can you use dandam or punishment. I tried a couple of bribes like candies  which didn’t work since she was already full. I had to think of an ingenious bribe, if one could call it so. I told her I’ll allow her to help me in dusting & cleaning furniture in the hall. It’s difficult to understand for adults how this is a bribe. However, I have seen several children who like to pick up a broom or a wet cloth to clean up the floor. I also assured her that she can help me clear all the newspapers lying under our centre table, pack them neatly and place securely inside a cupboard for disposal. This offer worked like a magic and I didn’t face any resistance from her on accepting the dress I gave her. Needless to say that I was elated and patted myself on my back for passing the innovation challenge!

My daughter has her own ways of meeting the demands of the little rebel. She found out her daughter’s weakness for videos of her 2-year old cousin brother Amudan. She uses those videos as an incentive to check the little one’s tantrums.

Over the last few weeks, we have developed a hierarchy of bribes to buy peace. It goes like this: Badam to candies to cakes to a free ride on her tricycle to TV cartoons and finally a chance to mess with a broom and wet cloth in the name of cleaning the floor.

When all else fails (read –  when we run out of  all ideas!), we resort to mild and calibrated punishment which always works.

 

Published in: on May 15, 2016 at 11:50 am  Leave a Comment  
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Language of thought and my granddaughter

The great linguist Noam Chomsky is famous for his theory of universal language and grammar. He argued convincingly that language is innate in human beings. Evolutionary psychologists and cognitive scientists like Steven Pinker came up with experimental evidence in support of this theory. Contrary to the general belief that language shaped thought, they could prove that it’s thought that shaped our language. So, if language is innate to humans, then what could the basis for it? It’s the language of thought, as Steven Pinker argues. These ideas made me curious and encouraged me to passively observe my two-year old granddaughter.

My granddaughter is able to talk three-word sentences, her vocabulary being limited. For instance if she needs to convey a message with three words, no problems. She would fill in the rest with some gibberish like ”va va vavava”, the English equivalent of bla bla bla! If she needs to convey a complicated message like – I got hurt when I ran up to climb on the stool, she would do one better. She would say in tamil –   anga uva dhabhal, followed by her bla bla bla (literal translation of which is: over there fell hurt). Not satisfied with this, she would then run all the way and demonstrate how she fell! What we see here is a great slow motion action replay! It’s not merely a language of thought but it’s also a language of action! Her language of action comes in handy especially when wants to express a fact of being full when she is being fed. It’s quite simple. She would initially protest saying – No No No. If it goes unheeded as mothers are known to disregard a kid’s first refusal, she would just spit out the whole food neatly tucked inside her tiny mouth! She does the same thing when she is being given water to drink, effectively demonstrating that actions speak louder than words!

Very often her language of thought provides unintended humour too. Once she saw her grandmother watering plants. She came running to me and reported – Patti thanni potta! That remark was enough to cause a burst of  laughter all around.( ”Thanni potta” in tamil is a slang expression for drinking alcohol!).

One final example for the language of thought. Children seem to have an innate mechanism in their brain circuitry for reward & punishment. Much before she started speaking,  my granddaughter would quickly respond to bribes. There is a fixed rate for everything – eating food without any fuss, for doing the favour of drinking water or for not insisting on carrying her in the park.There is a price for everything. Of course, the price and demands keep escalating as she grows up.

Published in: on April 30, 2016 at 10:22 pm  Leave a Comment  
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Musings on Honour – An Anecdote

Here is the famous quote of Falstaff, a character in Shakespeare’s drama Henry IV, on Honour:
Can honour set to a leg? no: or
an arm? no: or take away the grief of a wound? no.
Honour hath no skill in surgery, then? no.
What is in that word honour? what
is that honour? air. A trim reckoning! Who hath it?
he that died o’ Wednesday. Doth he feel it? no.
Doth he hear it? no. ‘Tis insensible, then. Yea,
to the dead. But will it not live with the living?
no. Why? detraction will not suffer it. Therefore
I’ll none of it. Honour is a mere scutcheon: and so
ends my catechism”

Yes, detraction will not suffer it. Yet, we conduct our lives everyday as though our very lives depend on this. It’s honour which propels us to become something other than what we are. A guy who is not famous wants to become famous and a guy who is already a celebrity wants to become anonymous. I did not believe the second part till I heard this interesting anecdote about the famous film actor Rajanikant. He is believed to have exclaimed in an interview: “How I wish I could revisit my good old days when I used to enjoy a leisurely walk on railway platforms during long distance travels. The hustle and bustle of stations with vendors selling eatables, the sight of passengers rushing in to occupy their seats, chatting away for hours with co-passengers on every topic under the Sun – all add up to make travel a lively experience to cherish. Now that I’m a celebrity, these experiences are lost for ever”. Evidently,fame comes with a price tag.

Here is another story of honour of a taxi driver whom I met in Chennai last month. His story is interesting as well as enlightening. Early in his life he started a business in textile garments with a partner. He made good money and expanded his business and started exporting garments. At one point, he borrowed more than 50 lacs to service an export order. He incurred heavy losses in the transaction as his partner cheated him.(He didn’t give me further details of how he lost nor was I interested). This is where his story gets poignant. When he was in deep debts, everyone deserted him. He had to face humiliation by his friends and relatives. He said: “I lost my name and fame with money. Everyone started ridiculing me. Even my daughter and son-in-law kept a safe distance from me”. According to him, he lived in ignominy for a few years and then started driving a taxi. He says:”This car doesn’t belong to me. I’m only a driver doing airport duty picking up passengers to and from the airport”.  He then adds significantly: “I’m the happiest man today. I work, get paid, eat well and sleep peacefully”.

One doesn’t know how much of the story is made up, but then there is a lesson in his story. It shows that for many of us it takes a big calamity to understand the secret of happiness. Take the case of the driver. He was seeking happiness through money, name and fame. His life, his honour and his happiness depended on it. He struggled and made money. He got name and fame. He continued to struggle to multiply his wealth and to protect his reputation. Finally when he lost his wealth, he lost his honour and self-respect because he equated wealth with honour. Now he became wise and started driving a pre-paid taxi and surprisingly found himself extremely happy. He realized that the simple formula to happiness is to keep life very simple and uncomplicated. As J Krishnamurthy says: Happy is the man who is nothing!

Published in: on April 8, 2016 at 11:22 pm  Leave a Comment  
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