Theory and Practicality

As I read what has been write as theory and what is considered as practical, I can read between lines that what has been written as practical today was a useless impractical theory yesterday.
I read about a flying machine, we call airplane or helicopter, were a theory before that got invented. Just think of a genius who might have thought of first machine that would fly and might have been laughed at. Some high pitched laughed that tried to suppress the voice of that genius are in themselves a source of laughter.

I read about steam machines. I read same thing in between lines. Same laughter reaches me from its phrases.

Telecommunication, electricity, automobiles, computers, entertainment industry, textiles and everything that we see today has silently carved its way admits laughter from theory to practicality.

I also read we all learned to laugh more from this history of inventions. We laugh on those who considered what we see as wonders of technology as theories yesterday and we laugh on all those who consider what we see as theory today.
But they never learned to appreciate vision, until realized. They never learned to believe until seen. They never learned to encourage until a person already succeed. They never learn to appreciate imagination until society, community, country all can, until it materializes. They never learn.
As I read more I believed more in thing: - “history teaches us that we never learn from history”.
Every thing said and done and read I was really upset on one thing that here no one knows what they want to do, what they know is what to do?
They don’t know why to do? What they know is what to do?
They don’t know where they want to go? What they know is they got to go.
They don’t know why they want to go? What they know is they really got to go.
They don’t know what they will d when they reach destination? What they know is they have to reach, reach in time?
They don’t know what is time to reach? What they know is they have to reach, reach in time?
Those who are like this are practical, and have a good smiling (laughing) life.
Those who are bit opposite are theoretical, and lead a practical, satisfied and happy life.
I wish that just once we could understand that a single thought could bring revolution. Just one idea changes the world. Dare to think. Dare to change. But don’t change for what you think is not good for you.
Don’t say all do it, because you don’t know all.
Don’t say what people will say because you don’t know who people are.
Write your life with ink you like. Be God of self. Support a good change and it will become practical because what all support is practical in our society. Just be what you are and be what you want to be and that’s being practical. People who think they are practical because society considers them successful will never be able to see there own reflection in mirror. That will be but reflection of trends and customs and a masked figure. Difference between practicality and theory is of extent of belief and realization, difference is of effort.
Purpose of article is not to criticize social trend and not to give a lecture. I am not a good brain for that. The purpose is simple. It is to say there are no conventions that are permanent, no nothing that is permanent. Don’t change for what is temporary.
Be what you are and that is what life is for.

Just wrote something that asked to God. I prayed some time and asked him all these questions:

Oh! God please explain it to me why is it not that truth is truth?
Why is it so that what all say is truth?
Where is it, they say is your abode?
Is it there truth or my truth?
Beauty is imagination, I heard,
What is beauty that is laughed at?
I see beauty in something, and they don’t,
They see beauty in something, and I don’t;
You are beautiful and create beauty.
You created there’s or you created mine?
You are the creator, and inspiration to create,
Every morning is created new; every night is in different state.
I see people whom you inspire, and they are laughed at,
Laughing is good, you inspire it, and it’s divine.
Both are your but; is there inspiration pure? Or mine?
I see everything relative, and every thing conventionalized;
You are beginning and mid and end too,

You are all good, so all convention is you.
But they differ with each other in who you are.
Some see you as sun, some see you as star.
They agree on just one thing that you are heart?
Heart is there till we live, so where it ends where it starts?
And when hearts differ, all and differ a lot.
Where do they find you my Lord?
I say you here, they say you are there.
You located at my place, or stay at there’s?
There are lot questions I ask,
There are lot questions that were asked?
For answer, I got ready theory.
And for practicality, got a big laugh
What’s we learned, last for this mystery,
We never learned from history.
Still I have my truth and they have there’s.
Oh! God please explain it to me why is it not that truth is truth?
Why is it just mine or there’s?
Where is it, they say is your abode?
Give me way God, I am lost…



Just a thought….
Stakshi Jindal

Salute to Life

Salute to Conductor

It was yet another day, and it was yet another Friday evening(it was around 4:00 P.M as I remember) and like every Friday of last two years I was on my way back home from hostel (just to give some context: I stayed in girls hostel YMCA, Faridabad, during engineering years and my home was in Sonepat). On my way back I had to change bus at I.S.B.T.. I reached I.S.B.T. as usual boarded on bus for Sonepat. Bus was crowded but as it happens with some adjustments I happened to get a corner to cling on as seat and on that also I must say I was lucky for simple reason that after a little while there was no space to stand.
It is much of a normal thing tat happens but few small things that can act as big learning happened after that. If I say that was good enough a learning; than I must also add that I am almost bankrupt as far as word bank is concerned because the thing was this good that after 3 year of scene I still remember it and appreciate it.
I thing this has been a long background to start the scene which wont take much of words but most of your thoughts.
I have often seen people complaining about rude conductors, no proper social environment in bus and blab la bla; butt is it always this way. I mean is it not that we take it as such that conductor will be rude and we want to answer him in his words and in turn we end up being rude in first place and then as perceived we get rude reply to our rude words and we jump out saying “See I am never wrong. These rude people understand only harsh words. Look at the way he was talking” and so on; but pleas spare a moment to rethink when you read ahead.
The bus in which I was traveling there were children of al shapes and sizes and were shouting at there best and in such a situation, don’t mind my saying; we educated working class gets irritated and its reasonable, we have been working, we are tired , and traveling… please we need some rest. Consider a conductor who has been traveling amidst harsh words, traffic and cries he might be in same state as you are. Look what he is doing he is gently placing shouting cubs on seats here and there playing with them while giving tickets and in a miraculous way all kids are under his charm. Smiling faces all around and but is already getting better. Next way turn of a strong guy to shout at conductor for something or other (I am sorry but I am not able to recall those harsh words; but I assure you we can go ahead without them). To this conductor replied with a smile “bhai tu thaka hai aur tujhe bhid may khada hona pad raha hai aur tujhe acha nahin lag raha. Par may bhi toh insaan hoon. Hanske bol le toh pyar se na sara kaam ho gaega. Aur sach maan tub hi khush ghar jaega”. That splendid smile at his face when he was saying these words, I suppose everyone was looking and every one was moved. I heard no harsh words from anyone after that and trust me it was really good, not having to listen to that kind of stuff.
Last thing to add to beauty of this already great day; an old gentleman (I guess late 70’s or early 80’s but not quite strong person by stature) boarded the bus. As bus was crowded so he had nowhere to sit. Conductor gave him a ticket, looked around for some seat; there wasn’t any; gave him his seat as a respect for his age (by the way did I mention that our conductor was also old; mid 50’s I guess) saying “Baba aap meri seat pe baith jao. Aaj kal ke jawanon ke toh ghutne dukhte hain” and all this he said with smile. He was looking tired, stressed but extremely refreshed to see all people comfortable in his bus.
That was day and I learned a lot. I learned that best way do make world a better place I by spreading smiles. I learned that if you want to hear nice, say nice and word will be a far better place if we learn to respect needs of others.
Don’t know if you will find it something to think about or will it be yet another text you read the other day, but it was something I learned from and I thing spreading what I learned from him that day will be a salute to Conductor.

P.S. Just a thought to think about or a life to live in special style.