It was yet another mundane day at the office.
The client had once again told to pull up the socks, if the project had to be completed in time. My manager had one again told that my work was still not upto the mark. I was feeling totally demotivated as I strolled past the park on my way home, when I decided to sit on an empty bench in some corner of the park, which was surprisingly vacant. I was throwing stones at the tree which was a few meters away, but missed it every time. This wasn’t a proper day to try all these. Maybe I would end up hitting somebody, and probably landing at a hospital.Then suddenly this old gentleman came and sat beside me.
I smiled and he reciprocated.
This man seemed to be somewhere in his 60s, but yet seemed full of energy. He was dressed in an executive suit, which I found a little odd initially. Maybe, he was someone in the high echelons of the corporate world. Anyway, it was none of my business. Yet, few minutes later I found myself engaged in a deep conversation with him.
“Hello son"
“Hi”
“How are you? Seems you didn’t have a good day in office”
“Yes, good day usually never is”
“But your company Infovision is a very reputed company”
“How did you know that I work for Infovision?”
“Your Identity card”
Good observation, I thought.
I learnt that he was a General Manager of a very large Indian MNC, and it was his daily routine to have a stroll in this park in the evening. He lived in a nearby house with his wife and a daughter who was a student of medicine. Even in this age he used to jog around 5 miles daily in the morning. He had once been a scientist at NASA, but came back to his motherland after few years.
In the course of our conversation I revealed that I was feeling totally unmotivated and frustrated in life. I wanted to be “somebody”, but it seems I will end up becoming “nobody”. I seemed to make no difference to this world. My words seem to have no value. The world with or without m would continue to function in the same way.
But he had different view
“Son, it may not be as you think. It is quite possible that you are the center of the world. It is quite possible that the world functions with respect to you”
I was confused. I couldn’t make out what he wanted to say.
“Son, why do you feel like “you” and not as somebody else?”
I was more confused.
“See, when you think of yourself, you think of yourself as Nikesh, and not as someone else. You feel like Nikesh, you do everything like him, because you and he are same. Why do you feel like him, and not anybody else? Say one day you wake up and suddenly realize that you are Tom Cruise, or Tiger Woods, or Amitabh Bacchan, or aishwarya Rai, or Bill Clinton. Will it ever happen? No. Because you are the one who is “chosen” to be Nikesh. You are different from the others. Maybe, you are the center of the world, or the universe and the entire universe functions with respect to you, relative to you.
I was getting even more confused, and more so because I never told him my name.
“Maybe, you are stationary. The world moves relative to you.”
My confusion increased.
“Maybe, when you walk, you don’t actually walk. It is the world, in fact the universe which adjusts its motion so that you appear to be moving. Maybe, when you take a step forward, it is actually the world taking a step backward, but it appears to the world, that you are taking a step forward, and not the world taking a step backward.
“Maybe, when you speak, you don’t actually speak. It is the nature’s energy which makes this appears so. It may be something like “anti-words” produced by nature, and you appear to be speaking. Maybe, it is just an illusion. It appears so, though it might not be actually so.
“Maybe, when you are breathing, it is not you who is doing so. It is the air which makes it appear so. It is just the motion of some components of the air molecules. It gives the world an illusion that you are breathing. In reality you may be stationary, but the world thinks otherwise.
“Maybe, everything in this world is limited what you can hear or see. What you can’t, it doesn’t even exist. But the thing about which you know, or even think accidentally, it exists. The rest don’t. For example, you know about some reference to a king of Denmark. So he exists, or in fact existed, though you may not know who he was, or how he lived. But you don’t know about a king in 10,000 B.C in Siberia. You haven’t even heard of that thing. You haven’t even in your wildest dreams, have thought about that. So it doesn’t exist. Maybe, the whole knowledge in this world is with respect to it. The moment you think about anything, it exists. Else it doesn’t.
I was still somewhat confused, but continue to nod, as he continued.
“So son, you are not without a purpose. You are here to accomplish something. All the accomplishments might be with respect to you. It is you, for whom the world it. You are here to accomplish something. Or maybe the accomplishments that you are aware of may adjust itself, that the world thinks that you have achieved it. So go home, and stop thinking negative.
So, I began my walk towards my home. Naah … I was stationary, the world was moving relative to me. I was thinking of many things at once. Naah … Some thoughts were coming in my mind, while the nature made it appear that I was breathing. I was more confused and yet paranoid, especially after meeting this gentleman. I wanted to shake hand with him. But he declined; I just managed to touch his hand, but couldn’t feel it. And then he suddenly disappeared. Was it all just an illusion? Did his hand; or he himself never exist?
Was he the one who sent me to this earth to do and accomplish things, and it was just his way of telling me and making me realize that I have a purpose?
Maybe!
The client had once again told to pull up the socks, if the project had to be completed in time. My manager had one again told that my work was still not upto the mark. I was feeling totally demotivated as I strolled past the park on my way home, when I decided to sit on an empty bench in some corner of the park, which was surprisingly vacant. I was throwing stones at the tree which was a few meters away, but missed it every time. This wasn’t a proper day to try all these. Maybe I would end up hitting somebody, and probably landing at a hospital.Then suddenly this old gentleman came and sat beside me.
I smiled and he reciprocated.
This man seemed to be somewhere in his 60s, but yet seemed full of energy. He was dressed in an executive suit, which I found a little odd initially. Maybe, he was someone in the high echelons of the corporate world. Anyway, it was none of my business. Yet, few minutes later I found myself engaged in a deep conversation with him.
“Hello son"
“Hi”
“How are you? Seems you didn’t have a good day in office”
“Yes, good day usually never is”
“But your company Infovision is a very reputed company”
“How did you know that I work for Infovision?”
“Your Identity card”
Good observation, I thought.
I learnt that he was a General Manager of a very large Indian MNC, and it was his daily routine to have a stroll in this park in the evening. He lived in a nearby house with his wife and a daughter who was a student of medicine. Even in this age he used to jog around 5 miles daily in the morning. He had once been a scientist at NASA, but came back to his motherland after few years.
In the course of our conversation I revealed that I was feeling totally unmotivated and frustrated in life. I wanted to be “somebody”, but it seems I will end up becoming “nobody”. I seemed to make no difference to this world. My words seem to have no value. The world with or without m would continue to function in the same way.
But he had different view
“Son, it may not be as you think. It is quite possible that you are the center of the world. It is quite possible that the world functions with respect to you”
I was confused. I couldn’t make out what he wanted to say.
“Son, why do you feel like “you” and not as somebody else?”
I was more confused.
“See, when you think of yourself, you think of yourself as Nikesh, and not as someone else. You feel like Nikesh, you do everything like him, because you and he are same. Why do you feel like him, and not anybody else? Say one day you wake up and suddenly realize that you are Tom Cruise, or Tiger Woods, or Amitabh Bacchan, or aishwarya Rai, or Bill Clinton. Will it ever happen? No. Because you are the one who is “chosen” to be Nikesh. You are different from the others. Maybe, you are the center of the world, or the universe and the entire universe functions with respect to you, relative to you.
I was getting even more confused, and more so because I never told him my name.
“Maybe, you are stationary. The world moves relative to you.”
My confusion increased.
“Maybe, when you walk, you don’t actually walk. It is the world, in fact the universe which adjusts its motion so that you appear to be moving. Maybe, when you take a step forward, it is actually the world taking a step backward, but it appears to the world, that you are taking a step forward, and not the world taking a step backward.
“Maybe, when you speak, you don’t actually speak. It is the nature’s energy which makes this appears so. It may be something like “anti-words” produced by nature, and you appear to be speaking. Maybe, it is just an illusion. It appears so, though it might not be actually so.
“Maybe, when you are breathing, it is not you who is doing so. It is the air which makes it appear so. It is just the motion of some components of the air molecules. It gives the world an illusion that you are breathing. In reality you may be stationary, but the world thinks otherwise.
“Maybe, everything in this world is limited what you can hear or see. What you can’t, it doesn’t even exist. But the thing about which you know, or even think accidentally, it exists. The rest don’t. For example, you know about some reference to a king of Denmark. So he exists, or in fact existed, though you may not know who he was, or how he lived. But you don’t know about a king in 10,000 B.C in Siberia. You haven’t even heard of that thing. You haven’t even in your wildest dreams, have thought about that. So it doesn’t exist. Maybe, the whole knowledge in this world is with respect to it. The moment you think about anything, it exists. Else it doesn’t.
I was still somewhat confused, but continue to nod, as he continued.
“So son, you are not without a purpose. You are here to accomplish something. All the accomplishments might be with respect to you. It is you, for whom the world it. You are here to accomplish something. Or maybe the accomplishments that you are aware of may adjust itself, that the world thinks that you have achieved it. So go home, and stop thinking negative.
So, I began my walk towards my home. Naah … I was stationary, the world was moving relative to me. I was thinking of many things at once. Naah … Some thoughts were coming in my mind, while the nature made it appear that I was breathing. I was more confused and yet paranoid, especially after meeting this gentleman. I wanted to shake hand with him. But he declined; I just managed to touch his hand, but couldn’t feel it. And then he suddenly disappeared. Was it all just an illusion? Did his hand; or he himself never exist?
Was he the one who sent me to this earth to do and accomplish things, and it was just his way of telling me and making me realize that I have a purpose?
Maybe!
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