Sunday, October 23, 2011

If I make a wrong these days, I don't turn around - I just expect to experience the pain of one more negative karma. I have done a lot of correcting myself and I'm now too too tired to keep track of my mistakes. You cannot keep analysing after a point - the return on investment doesn't justify it. I have got the major part of my life course figured out and it's enough to get me across with some bruises here and there, every now and then.

My bro-in-law finds India bad. He complains about the dirt, the poor traffic regulations, the people doing business on pavements etc. What he wouldn't want to acknowledge is that India is feeding him now. He couldn't get a job in US for almost a year and once he came here, he got into a nice job thanks to a recommendation. I wonder why he doesn't complain about people getting jobs through recommendation in India while it is difficult in America. Ofcourse, Americans do corruption at a larger scale and white-collar service and executive jobs are more transparent. I crudely predict that he will get kicked out from his job in 6 months. He is at the height of first-time material success and that is when the hardest blow comes.

It has come for my sister. My sister and me are buddies now, atleast 50%. It has come after her hubby went to see a lawyer. And I was the messenger who has kept my bro-in-law from imagining that he can do whatever he pleases and did some counselling to my sister. My sister, for her part, has accepted me with some effort, who once threatenned her. The funny thing is, my bro-in-law is now where my sister was a year back. Occasionally, it is pleasing to see how people rise-fall-rise as expected and occasionally, it is frustrating to see dimwits walking around me with pomp and show. I was a dimwit once. When I feel all anger and hatred swell up inside me, I repeat inside myself 'Rama' to forgive, or atleast, forget those who offend me. I also repeat it as much as possible for future needs.  Personally, when it comes to devotion, Ramayana suites me more than Shrimadh Bhagavatham. Rama is as cool as moon and that is why he is called Rama-Chandra. I have got the air-conditioner sending cool air and my lips saying 'Rama Rama Rama...' as I go to ZZZ...