Hello Friends,
As I was thinking what to write about I remembered a bedtime story, one that I tell my little one. it goes like this:
Once upon a time (stories have to begin this way for that special aura) in the Kutumba forest lived a great many animals who kept falling ill, falling down etc.,. In the same forest lived a Dinosaur named Seethalakshmi, she just had to look at them and she knew what they wanted. One day a magician and his troupe were travelling thorough the forest. He stumbled and fell and hurt his foot. The owl guided him to Seethaakshmi who treated him and was about to send him on his way. The Man used to paying for things and wanted to pay. The dinosaur was perplexed. So the Magician before leaving gave her a Magic ball which will tell her what she would want to know. Animals came from far and wide to have a look at it. Soon with so much animals seeking her advice her concentration was decreasing. she was exhausted soon. So she took the help of the magic ball. She was back to her full healing ability but the Seethalakshmi-ness gave way to the Ball-ness.
So, what is the moral of this story?
For one, Uniqueness is lost when one goes for quantity over quality. Her 'Art' slipped when she began to rely on an external source to help her. She loses her innateness. This happens with most of us. we have become so much used to various facilities that the mechanised and urbane world provides us with that we have forgotten our roots. In our quest for speed we have discovered many a time saving tools but these are just like molds. They take us to our destination in a jiffy but take way the joy of doing it our way. A priceless Art is being demeaned by hundreds and thousands of lookalikes.
Today Living has become a craft, one you master to excel. And by which criterion do we measure this success?
As I was thinking what to write about I remembered a bedtime story, one that I tell my little one. it goes like this:
Once upon a time (stories have to begin this way for that special aura) in the Kutumba forest lived a great many animals who kept falling ill, falling down etc.,. In the same forest lived a Dinosaur named Seethalakshmi, she just had to look at them and she knew what they wanted. One day a magician and his troupe were travelling thorough the forest. He stumbled and fell and hurt his foot. The owl guided him to Seethaakshmi who treated him and was about to send him on his way. The Man used to paying for things and wanted to pay. The dinosaur was perplexed. So the Magician before leaving gave her a Magic ball which will tell her what she would want to know. Animals came from far and wide to have a look at it. Soon with so much animals seeking her advice her concentration was decreasing. she was exhausted soon. So she took the help of the magic ball. She was back to her full healing ability but the Seethalakshmi-ness gave way to the Ball-ness.
So, what is the moral of this story?
For one, Uniqueness is lost when one goes for quantity over quality. Her 'Art' slipped when she began to rely on an external source to help her. She loses her innateness. This happens with most of us. we have become so much used to various facilities that the mechanised and urbane world provides us with that we have forgotten our roots. In our quest for speed we have discovered many a time saving tools but these are just like molds. They take us to our destination in a jiffy but take way the joy of doing it our way. A priceless Art is being demeaned by hundreds and thousands of lookalikes.
Today Living has become a craft, one you master to excel. And by which criterion do we measure this success?
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