The words, they begin, they end. The rain starts and it stops. The food is cooked and preserved, for it is to be consumed. How different is this world ? How different is this life ...
The soul, they say, has no birth and no death, yet it has an intermittent journey of preservation through the cycles of birth and death.
Once upon a time, there was a software engineer. Each of his day was filled with the passion for logic and design, witnessed in every line of code that he wrote. It was just like any other day for him, he had a meeting with his product manager. He was given a project to decommission a software product. The roadmap lays the various milestones to build a product that could eventually replace and decommission the older product. He plans and executes his steps. The successful decommissioning of the old product then gave him time to take off from work and pay a visit to his home country.
At the same time, a young aspiring writer writes his first book. The writing is original and fascinating to finish reading the entire book in one sitting. A few months it took to be the sensation that it is today. While his love for writing continues, he receives an invitation from his school to honor his professor with a lifetime achievement award for the work in preserving ancient literature through teachings and publications. The professor was a very wise person and the writer decides to attend.
On the day of honor, the professor speaks while addressing a large audience,
"Celebration it is, to create, to preserve or to destroy,
whether we realize it or not... Trinity is a part of everyone's life !!!"
The writer meets his friend who is the software engineer. They have their stories to celebrate about, what about you ...?
The soul, they say, has no birth and no death, yet it has an intermittent journey of preservation through the cycles of birth and death.
Once upon a time, there was a software engineer. Each of his day was filled with the passion for logic and design, witnessed in every line of code that he wrote. It was just like any other day for him, he had a meeting with his product manager. He was given a project to decommission a software product. The roadmap lays the various milestones to build a product that could eventually replace and decommission the older product. He plans and executes his steps. The successful decommissioning of the old product then gave him time to take off from work and pay a visit to his home country.
At the same time, a young aspiring writer writes his first book. The writing is original and fascinating to finish reading the entire book in one sitting. A few months it took to be the sensation that it is today. While his love for writing continues, he receives an invitation from his school to honor his professor with a lifetime achievement award for the work in preserving ancient literature through teachings and publications. The professor was a very wise person and the writer decides to attend.
On the day of honor, the professor speaks while addressing a large audience,
"Celebration it is, to create, to preserve or to destroy,
whether we realize it or not... Trinity is a part of everyone's life !!!"
The writer meets his friend who is the software engineer. They have their stories to celebrate about, what about you ...?
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REALIZE, REINVENT…
THE LITTLE TRUTHS OF LIFE
Recollecting the happenings in my life, let me write this beautiful story. One day I entered a room, which was filled with darkness that seemed unlimited in all its dimensions. Nothing was visible. I stayed and lived in the place where anger, frustration and tears had no meaning. There was no one to listen or speak to. With the dreadful darkness around me the only companions were the hopeless, weak thoughts.
Suddenly there was a feeling of hope taking roots from where I am, when I found a candle. It seemed as though the strength of my emotion touched the plane of the heavens, which brought help. Now, with the candle lighted I was reassured that the nature was helping me. For once I adored, respected and fell in love with the candle which showed me the world. I could now enjoy every bit of my existence as the room was filled with exquisitely beautiful things. There were no more thoughts but only pure happiness and joy that ruled my kingdom of life. The candle now appeared as God. It felt as though there was nothing more beautiful and lovely than this candle that I respect the most.
In this mesmerizing flow of events, there was one thing that I forgot. I forgot that the candle cannot last for long and its existence on this plane is temporary. When I became aware of this little truth, I understood that even my existence on this wondrous plane was temporary. And before the candle has left me, it is me who is leaving the candle. This walk into a new room may bring many more surprises and the candle remains a memory in this illusory story of existence.
- P.ADITYA HIRAN
p.adityahiran@gmail.com
22nd Oct 2009