Friday 21 June 2013

Unfinished Books

Cheer up, Indrajit Hazra! You are not alone with the unfinished books (Last Laugh, June 14). I too have many half-read books lying all around in the house. I bought these with great enthusiasm from airports, train stations and bookshops in malls (while my family was busy shopping elsewhere). I was attracted to them either because of a review or the synopsis written on the back. I start reading the newly purchased book almost instantaneously and carry on during the entire journey. But, once home, priority shifts.
 
No doubt, they are all good books with power to transform one’s thinking and life. But I am afflicted with the problem of plenty. Which one to finish first is my dilemma. I tried to address this problem by strategically placing them at various locations in the house: serious stuff near the study table, light ones near the TV couch, uplifting ones on the bedside tables... But even that didn’t work as there was more than one choice at every location.
 
Of late, I have reconciled to the fact that it is the depth that matters, not the spread. Now, I randomly pick any book whenever I am in the mood for reading and am satisfied after reading just one chapter or even one page, as long as I have enjoyed doing so. Never mind the multitasking that my mind has to do in keeping track of continuity with all of them.


Tuesday 18 June 2013

Enable Anti-virus Guard


We are like computer, processing much data and many tasks at the same time. However, just as a computer gets infected with viruses, we also get infected with unnecessary desires and lose our mental sanity. We cannot differentiate between real needs and greed. Anything that tempts the mind becomes our need. Again, just as an antivirus guard can protect a computer, our conscience can also protect us from all the unnecessary diversions in the life. But, our problem is we have disabled this antivirus guard in us. If only we refer to our conscience before taking any step, life would be a journey of joy.

I am reminded of a story. Once, in a Tibetan monastery, a monk approached his master with a request for a new cloth. Master asked, “What did you do with the old one?” He replied, “It was soiled and torn, so I made a curtain out of it.” Master asked, “What happened to the curtain?” The monk replied, “It was also soiled and torn, so I made a dusting cloth out of it.” The master pursued, “What happened to the dusting cloth?” The monk concluded, “It is now being used as a wick in an oil lamp.” Need we say more about the recycling?