Saturday, May 28, 2005

How do you decide?

I was asked by a person I have known only recently to lend him some money. I was in a fix whether to lend him money or not? Should I just avoid him? Should I help him? Should I trust him or not? Will he return the money? People haunt you when you have the money and I am sure he would have refused me if I had asked him the same favour. How very tricky!
How will you decide whom to give your money to? What if tomorrow you were in need and someone refuse you? So you see... It's pretty tricky.

do you have faith?

Do you have faith or do are you superstitious? How do you know the difference?
Are you right or wrong? How do you know the difference?
Why do people say I am right and you are wrong? And are very convinced about it.
What is sin and what is not? How do you decide?
Is what mother said the only truth? Or can I find out by myself?
Obey? How much? To what extent? Can you tell?
Can you trust? Whom will you trust? What will you trust?
How can you believe someone? What are things that you will keep in mind?
Sooner are latter you will find out the truth.
Everything in not black or white. It is how you handle the gray that will show your mettle.

Saturday, May 21, 2005

why work?

There is this terrible feeling which comes up everytime. Why work? The fear of having no money makes you feel terrible. Well you do feel better when you work. Why do we need to climb on each other to pull each other apart and then feel we are much better than the other. Ultimately, I have to pay the money somewhere else to get another service. I have to fight for my worth else I won't survive. Does there need to be another world order? What about those who are unable to fend for themselves?
Employers bargain your capacities and you feel cheated. Then there is more to come after you join the clandestine board decides what you need to do and what you will be given. And how is this decided? It is decided by what you do. And so you need to advertise yourself. Prove yourself. Else you have no worth. Awful enough? Not yet. You have to keep performing, keep earning, spend and then work more to keep on earning and keeping up a standard of living. You begin to invest and you get into commitments and there you are. You are already determined. You can't get out of the job. You cannot underperform as you are bound by you financial commitments. So you are afraid that your boss may give you a bad appraisal. You hope the company doesn't close down. You hope that you will reach a stage where you don't need to worry about finances. Well and you keep working harder. And that explains why you eat up others on the way. Can't help you say? Not convinced whether the job really requires it but surely because you need to be seen as performing. You don't have time to enjoy the breeze outside. You end up socialising in office. No family. No nature. No fun. No more freedom. You are bound. Bound. Really bound. Can you be free of this burden? Is there a way out?
Is this a curse or can we build a new world order? Do we work because the other is not willing to do a service to one another? All questions we need to answer if we need a more secure future.

Saturday, May 14, 2005

Are the Police corrupt?

I had gone shopping today. (Oh, I hate to go out nowadays without a cameramobile phone) There is a watering hole just across the road where I stay. Today I saw a police van standing beside it. A posh one. A Qualis. It watered its pockets and went away. I thought I could get the number plate of the vehicle, but then I saw a few people watching me. I gave up the idea. Probably I didn't have the balls?!!
Are the police corrupt? Well, I guess the shopkeeper too was corrupt. He wanted to continue with his business.
If I speak up I will probably end up alienating all the people who frequent that place. Well, I speak up and complain but when graft runs in the blood what can you do? The policeman may be shouted at for today.
What about tomorrow? I may go away, however, what about these people? They need to stay on.

Atlast

Blogs, Blogs, Blogs I was going crazy and so desperate. Finally, I have begun blogging. What a relief!