Discpline And Creativity

One of the many questions that always batters my mind is that, is Discipline and Creativity can go side by side ..

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My mother's take on this question was that a disciplined life paves path for happiness and she believes that youth has infinite energy and if that energy is harnessed then it can provide something fruitful to our society ..

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My father's take on discipline too is somewhat same although he believes that discipline should come inherently to a person after attaining an age ..
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On creativity there is no as such stands of my parents maybe they couldn't give a thought about it as I feel after being a parent they dedicated themselves in my upbringing..
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They gave me ample freedom to express my thoughts but the levied a burden of expectations on my shoulder that I should myself understand their sentiment and behave accordingly .. FREEDOM certainly comes at COST..
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Now I share my stand on this topic,
Disciple is necessary for managing resources of any type even humans are resources too.I admit it since behaviour of my juniors in college force me to believe it ..
I always belived in pure democratic models undoubtedly it may create chaotic environment but what comes out of chaos is something very exotic.

Like when during 'Samudra Manthan' the sea was churned there was chaos but the final outcome was the ELIXIR of LIFE..
Even in Greek mythology it was believed that there was NOTHINGNESS and then there WAS a chaos from which GAEA the fertile EARTH and PONTUS the God of Sea was born ..

I believe that discipline cannot support creation but it supports evolution undoubtedly..

I would share an instance of my life few months ago I created my schedule I have three blogs and Sunday was the day assigned to make blog posts but unfortunately it failed i'll share the links http://amarkobita-tuplu.blogspot.com/ , http://bit-byte-bit.blogspot.com/ ..
And I am posting a post on Saturday ..

Although I say that DISCIPLINE supports EVOLUTION one should keep in mind that if DISCIPLINE is practised with PURITANISM then EXTINCTION is inevitable ...

... I want to be free but till I am in this strange amalgamation of BRAHAMCHARYA and KAAM I can neither be pure democrat nor a disciplined fellow. So I would like the readers to post comments so it may help me to device out a fair equation of trade-off between these extremes ..

Can I be like my Dad ?

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One of the most thing that I covet to and dread to is to be like my dad.

This opening statement may sound very contradictory but I too have a logic for hanging myself between two extreme states. When I was a child my father was my role model and still he is the difference between the thoughts of the childish me and present me is that when I was child I wanted to be like my father and even imagined that I would whack up my son when he will do something wrong but eventually I understood that how tough it is (now at this age when adolescence in me has almost perished ) to become father.

To be a father he has to lay his shoulder so the burden and responsibility of fatherhood can be levied on him. I feel when a man is in under such constraints he tends to loose himself and rather exploring him self he paves path for his child.

May be lord Buddha was a great saint may be he had conquered his inner self but when I compare him with my father he maybe intellectually superior but at the same time he stands nowhere in front of my father he failed badly to impart his duty as a father and husband.

After all this world follows the trade off rule “quid pro quo” some thing for something,I love my father most but in future I may not be a meticulous father like mine but want to make my fathers name engraved in a golden plaque and immortalize his name and make justice by walking forward in the path lit by his motivations .

But on other hand when I think of denouncing the world I am triggered by a thought that good fathers too is a necessity of the society so it can produce good intellectuals.

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Why was the lizard afraid

I do not have any formal pets like dogs,cats,mynas etc.
But have many in formal ones like lizard,ants and other pests are my pets.

Recently I was sitting all by myself and was feeling that there was scarcity of time as the next day it was a mid-term examination and there was lot of pending chapters to be studied and I was feeling somewhat nervous.

Suddenly I noticed a house lizard was having a neon tube-bath or was waiting for any insect.
Distance between me and the lizard was approximately 2.5 feet.

Out of laziness I stretched my hands out and like a lightning that reptile ran out of the open window and I never bothered to get up and find him as I lack that industrious spirit .

"Why was the lizard afraid?" it was like a million dollar question to me.

I tried to wear the boots of lizard rather to say it in a better way I tried to imagine like the lizard may had imagined.
"He must have felt that I was a greater reptile who wanted to devour him"
The Lizard misjudged me,

For,I am neither a reptile nor have taste of eating house lizards.

We are too like that meek lizard and feel that the situation we are facing is abhorrent one but really is it so.Even the worst of the worst situation adds the shining gem experience in life which is most valuable achievement,some times we have a mere apprehension that we would facing hardships.

And in final words I would say,"If we disbelief in Sun then it would never shine."

The Drops of Hope

Two days back the boisterous heat of the sun had tormented the land.
While I was standing on my balcony and watching the stray dogs taking an afternoon nap under the haphazardly parked car on the pavement.

Suddenly a drop of water struck on my forehead and trickled down my nose to the ground and vanished.
The ground was so lifeless as it was petrified by the sight of cremation of poor farmers who hoped for the sign of life till their last breath.

This drop the martyr rain drop was one amongst all other raindrops who were not able to gather courage to shower.He gathered courage and came down and was annihilated soon but his vapors gave others a new spirit to rise and then the cloud ambushed the soil.

The tyrant had fallen down.

Similarly ,in our life we should not be afraid to work out our visions may be the starting road be strewn with thorns but we should not be afraid to purge the soil with our blood to make our vision physically feasible ..

Today Rose is More Rubier

Today in the morning I was strolling on my terrace and I saw a little rose peeping from a rose shrub planted in the terrace garden.
That rose was not usual ,it looked quite frail and weaker than her sibling who grew in Spring.
Although this season is not of love or romance as Nature is wrecking havoc by spreading heat and making soil arid devoid of moisture.That moisture is an essential component for growth and life.

But still she grew she neither had fragrance nor that beauty. I pitied on that flower and went down stairs to my study.After an hour I returned to terrace to turn off the stop cork of the overhead tank.

To my surprise I saw a honey bee buzzing over that flower.
I asked that bee that why was he buzzing over that frail weak flower.
He said to me ,
" The flower actually seemed to be weak but it was not. For only the eyes of the connoisseur can evaluate the beauty."
He continued,
"Today the rose is more rubier because, She dared to stand up against the bleak climate. Although she would dry up soon but physical annihilation is inevitable .... "
I got the food for thought this morning and vowed to make my life a 'magnum opus' and never be afraid to face boisterous circumstances and rise up like Phoneix after each fall.....

Me and Mine {अहं बोध }

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'Me and Mine' are three words which generally govern our life the first and foremost thing in our life which we recognize is 'Me' without 'Me' everything is incomplete for us.
This 'Me' gives birth to another word i.e. 'Mine' it always signifies a proud possession as we always claim things as our own if we are proud of it and shrug of if it does not give wings to your vanity.
If there were no words such as 'Me and Mine' then there would have been neither love nor attachments.But these attachments give birth to expectations and ceaseless trauma.
Honestly speaking my mother gives me an adjective that I am the most self centered person she has ever seen in her life because I only care about myself.But most of the people even my teachers in school felt that I was one of the most selfless person because I was devoid of fashion and beautiful apparels and accessories .
But my mother is correct upon introspection I found out that I love my self most and desired to do something worthwhile to make my self immortal and I really never cared about my kins nor anyone.
Oftenly I feel if I was a truly selfless man then what my life would have been like I have till now not found a man free from 'Me and Mine' not even my ideal 'Buddha' whom I adore most may be it is my skeptic bent of mind and I feel spirit of Antisthenes is motivating me to be a follower of cynic philosphy.
Finally on ending note I say that,
"Every one has certain ambitions may be it is in physical sense or metaphysical sense the desire and quest for gold or for truth is more or less the same on abstract terms.
And a man without desire and curiosity is more or less dead."

Mother and 'MAYA'

image:(La Charite:Brogreau)
Whenever I see this picture I always try to decipher what is actually maternal love is, I really try hard to understand how mother can love her children more than anything else.
Why a child is greatest treasure ever possessed by mother.
I once asked my mother that why a mother tries to protect her children . She said that right from the existence of child in womb mother protects fetus in the amniotic sac she gives her nutrients through the umbilical chords.
Right after the infant is born she breastfeed the infant and when the child grows up she even gives her part of the loaf if child needs.
I asked her, would she feed a poor fellow who is desperately needy on my food.
To my surprise she said no she can feed that poor fellow on her food but wouldn't give mine.
I told her that she was biased.
She told me that she was a simple mother not "jagat mata" i.e mother to all.
She continued that love,attachments('maya') are beyond philosophy or logic.
She said,
"Whenever I see you in pain or trauma it hurts me most, I even know that we are not attached like twins or it is not even that i am ignorant about the fact that mortals are prone to pain or grief and if you consider my feelings as a distorted and biased view of mother then you must admit too that life is series of known follies and sometime we are too weak to be rational."

She ended while saying that I would not realize what is motherhood with a skeptic mind.