Why..?? Fate or Destiny


Sometimes some things are written in your fate. No matter how hard you may try to change them, they never change.

The crow and the parrot were both created ugly. The parrot protested and was made beautiful. However, the crow remained content with the will of his CREATOR. Today, the parrot is in the cage and the crow flies free…

Behind each incident is so exquisite a wisdom, that maybe you will never understand it.

Therefore… never ask “why?” to the CREATOR.

You Can Free Yourself Like The Mouse That Soared High

Sharing this article which I came across. Long before I took down to writing, had a collection of articles that used to come in the Sundays Times edition under the Speaking Tree. Took me quite some time to type it down. Hope you all like it..

This article was written by Janina Gomes long back in 2007.


There’s an American Indian tale of a mouse that heard a roaring in its ears and set out to discover what it was. The mouse had to first give up one of its mouse ways of seeing things in order to grow. When the mouse had given away its eyes to help two other animals and was without sight, defenseless, it was picked up by an eagle. Before the mouse knew, it was flying and could see the splendor all around. The mouse was gifted with a new vision. 

When we have tunnel vision we cannot see the contrariness in things and ourselves. We do not see both the tiger and the lamb in us. We cannot see that we are both weak and strong, innocent and guilty, right and wrong. It is only when we are at peace with the conflict inside us, are we able to love all the ways the world can be outside us. “The farmer may only be planting a seed, but if he opens his eyes he is feeding the whole world”, said Omaha Bee. 

The mouse in the story had to discover another way of looking at itself and reality. We grow only when we replace shortsightedness with a vision that reaches out. The mouse way is to be small minded and petty. In the mouse way we are quick to label people and events. We become self-righteous and picky. We tend to see ourselves as moral guardians and so condemn “others”. 

Then, like the mouse, somehow we lose ourselves along the way. All the familiar landmarks of life we clung to are no longer there to prop us up. Like the mouse, we give away something that is precious to us, which is often our “mouse way” of seeing things and reality. We reach out to others or go beyond ourselves. We go deeper and search wider in the world outside to ourselves. Tunnel vision gives way to a new reality. 

To the external eye, we are all doing the same things in life — walking, talking, eating, sleeping, rising, washing, travelling, writing or driving. But internally, we are not really doing the same things at all. For some the motions of life are mechanical, done without any meaning attached to them. For others, every motion is driven by a goal or higher purpose. Buddhist mindfulness is all about doing the same things in life in a different way. When we become less mechanical and more purposeful, the power and energy of God begin to flow through us. We begin to co-create with God, rather than remain empty receptacles that cannot receive His grace. 

There are those who use language in life to create by realizing the power of words to shape reality. There are others who use language to communicate — sometimes positive things, sometimes negative. Those who like to remain with the mouse way of looking at things and doing things remain at the level of superficiality. Language and words are often used by these people to disrupt and destroy. 

Plant a seed. But remember why you are planting a seed. Will your action and motivation remain like that of the farmer who could not see beyond his own field? Those who know that a seed can and does feed the whole world, will experience the splendor of the world. Build a new vision. 


Trust your Senses


Strange but True…!!!

  1. Inspite of so many COLOURSBLACK & WHITE is considered Class.
  2. Inspite of so many voices, words and sounds – Silence is considered ultimate.
  3. Inspite of so much to eat – Fasting is considered healthy.
  4. Inspite of so much to travel and explore – Meditating under trees and mountains is considered Superior.
  5. Inspite of so much to see – Closing your eyes and looking within in APEX.
  6. Inspite of listening to all the outside world – Voice from within you is Eternal.
  7. Inspite of a sweet charming life – A Peaceful Soul is Solace & Divine.








If you can keep your head when all about you

  Are losing theirs and blaming it on you,

If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you,

  But make allowance for their doubting too;

  If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,

      Or be lied about, don’t deal in lies,

  Or being hated, don’t give way to hating,

And yet don’t look too good, nor talk too wise:

If you can dream – and not make dreams your master;

  If you can think – and not make thoughts your aim;

      If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster

      And treat those two imposters just the same;

  If you can bear to hear the truth you’ve spoken

     Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,

Or watch the things you gave your life to, broken,

  And stoop and build’em up with worn-out tools:

   If you can make one heap of all your winnings

       And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss,

   And lose, and start again at your beginnings

      And never breathe a word about your loss;

  If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew

     To serve your turn long after they are gone,

     And so hold on when there is nothing in you

  Except the Will which says to them: “Hold on!”

If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,

  ‘Or walk with Kings – nor lose the common touch,

  if neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you,

If all men count with you, but none too much;

     If you can fill the unforgiving minute

  With sixty seconds’ worth of distance run,

Yours is the Earth and everything that’s in it,

And – which is more – you’ll be a Man, my son!

A Dandelion…

When the dandelion bloomed she had inwardly smiled, she was in no hurry to pluck it. Every day on her way in from school she would glance at the yellow flower, as yellow as her morning butter, before opening the door to rest on her couch. Then one evening, as the days waned and the temperature cooled, she noticed it had become a fluffy sphere and she stopped. Finally it was a dandelion clock. She picked it and took in a deep breath. With each puff from her lungs she counted forwards by an hour. By “five o’clock” the stalk was empty and the seeds were in the wind, delicately carried away in the late summer air.

Dandelions are like people; vibrant and cheerful in their youth. But when they get old they become white and wispy until the day when their souls float away into the wind.