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Saturday, March 14, 2009
I am editing this post because it is offending blogger friends. I am not making any change in the post because I am not feeling bad. THIS IS ONLY A GAME. IT HAS NOTHING TO DO WITH CREATIVITY. IT IS A GAME ABOUT HOW RANDOM WORDS PUT TOGETHER MAKE SENSE NOT BECAUSE THEY WERE PUT INTENTIONALLY BUT BECAUSE THE MIND IS SO ACCUSTOMED TO CONCRETENESS, THE KNOWN, LOGIC, REASON AND MEANINGS THAT IT FINDS MEANINGS EVERYWHERE. THE MIND WILL REMAIN RESTLESS UNTIL IT HAS PUT ALL THE PIECES OF THE PUZZLE TOGETHER IN LIFE OR IN GAME. IT IS ONLY THE HEART THAT RESPONDS TO THE ILLOGICAL, IRRATIONAL, THE UNKNOWN OR ANY QUEST .....DEAR BLOGGERS I DO NOT MEAN TO HURT YOU....IT IS ONLY A GAME JUST LIKE THOSE FUN-STORY GAMES WHERE THE FIRST PERSON STARTS WITH A SENTENCE AND THE THREAD IS CARRIED FURTHER BY OTHER PLAYERS...
WARNING: IF YOU HAVE ANY IMAGES OF ME AS A SERIOUS HUMAN-BEING OR YOU ARE A VERY SERIOUS HUMAN-BEING YOURSELF , DO NOT READ FURTHER....
Monday, February 23, 2009
I am bringing this story here for all of you even though I found it so heart-breaking.
The story illustrates how we loose our awareness in fits of rage for things that do not really matter.
While dad was polishing his new car, his four year old son picked up a stone and scratched a few lines on the side of his car. The father seeing this got so furious that in anger he took the child's hand and hit it several times, not realising that he was using a wrench.
At the hospital, his child asked, "dad when will my fingers grow back?"
Dad was so hurt. He went back now to hit his car and kicked it many times.
Exhausted he sat back and his eyes fell on the scratches.
Coming close he saw....his son had written, Dad I love you....