Story - Mind your Powerful Mind

Hi All,

Welcome to MoneyWell's blog, This time i have a story which my uncle told me in my childhood.

Once upon a time there lived a rogue - kalinga. He made his living by getting whatever he wants from the natives of that village. Whoever refuses to give whatever he asks, he goes to greater extent to destroy their family. He is very strong and well built. No one had courage to fight with him after witnessing his easy win over the opponents. People are scared of him and prayed for his demise. Day by day he becomes more vicious.

Raman, a Wiseman happened to come to that village to meet his relatives over there. He learnt the situation and about kalinga the rogue. Raman started collecting details on kalinga. He came to know that kalinga is an illiterate, has poor focus retention and emotional idiotism. Once kalinga went out of the village to visit her sister’s place, which is an hour travel by walk from this village. Raman used this time to gather the villagers. He explained a plan to liberate them from kalinga. After an initial hesitation people half-heartedly agreed to the plan.

Raman carefully picked some people to execute his plan. Everyone in that village is well informed about the plan. They are clear about how to act in a specific situation. The day when kalinga was returning from his sister’s place the wise play started to roll out.

There were set of people in random distance stood in between the path of kalinga’s travel. When kalinga happened to cross the first person from his village traveling opposite side, kalinga called the person by name loudly. That person from the other side came near kalinga running. He wished kalinga and expressed his surprisal. He asked kalinga, “Kalinga gi (respectful), are you not feeling well? You are looking tired. You are not looking normal”. Kalinga refused it quickly and said he is not feeling so. After crossing that person, he became little doubtful on his look. After some time one more person crossed, he wished kalinga and then came near and told that, “Kalinga gi you are looking really sick, do you need any help for the travel”. Kalinga refused and continued travel. Already he started feeling sick by now.

After a while similar instances started happening throughout the way, without fail everyone was making him more intensively sick. They were playing their roles carefully such that he couldn’t even get doubts on them. When he reached his village he was almost not having energy to walk. He fell down. There were set of people came near him and shouting to each other to call their village doctor. The village doctor came and diagnosed that with in few minutes kalinga is going to die. More people started gathering there and they were crying so loudly. Kalinga was not able to get back his energy to get up. He also started to believe that he is going to die. That made him sicker. After some time the doctor said kalinga is no more and he died. The cry became more louder and the custom musical instrumentals were played confirming the death.

Later in the evening the villagers went on death March carrying kalinga. According to the plan, one fellow came near kalinga and told “You idiot, you screwed up most of your peaceful life. You will never go to heaven” and some provoking words. Suddenly kalinga got up and said, “Heyyy you, If I were alive, I would have killed you.” Then he fell down. Finally the villagers cremated him. The villagers happily celebrated their libration from kalinga and thanked Raman.

This was one of the story still reminds in my mind from child hood. This story always affirms me with the power of human mind.

Tolerance-02- Greatest Gift of the mind

Hi All, Welcome to MoneyWell's blog,

As a continuation of thought process on tolerance, here comes the next post on it.

How far you go in life depends on you being tender with the young, compassionate with the aged, sympathetic with the striving and tolerant of the weak and the strong. Because someday in life you will have been all of these - George Washington Carver

It is very true in real scenario. We are either intolerant with strong or weak or both. How it is expressed? Some times the intolerance is expressed as an angry wawl or bang on the table or mostly in an unproductive form.

Why it is so, where it is rooted from?

This is about one of my friend. With his permission I am sharing this story.

He is very special from his childhood because of the fact that he is the only child of his parents many years after their marriage. He also enjoyed being in limelight even in neighborhood. He is having a habit of eating in a special plate (made in silver) which has three partitions. He will eat the food, if all three portions of it is filled with dishes he likes. He will never touch the plate even if one portion of the plate has a dish he did not like. Most of the dishes he didn’t like, so whenever they are cooking they will make a separate effort to cook for him. If sometime they couldn’t make it, he will never touch the plate filled with the dish he didn’t like.

Now he has grown up and working in an reputed company after hopping many companies. When I met him sometime back he shared the problem he is having in office. He don’t like People

• Who are having different opinion than him
• Who argues with him and win
• Who orders/guides him to do his work
• Who make fun on him

And the list grows, its not only that he didn’t like them. If anyone of them are near by he couldn’t be normal. He is getting restless and tensed. He also shouts at people on whom he thinks he could do so. When it comes to superiors he couldn’t do anything. He hates to go to office. He couldn’t concentrate on anything else. He forgets to pay his house rent for more than 2 months, so he got a notice from his house owner. He couldn’t stay in any company for more than 7 to 9 months, because of his habit of intolerance.

Basically he wasn’t having tolerance. Which I feel is rooted from the habits fostered by his parents. When I told him my findings and roots of his habit, he was astonished. So if we are not careful in responding to our kids it could lead to some greater disasters in later age of the kid like this.

So how my friend has developed tolerance now, that is what we are going to see now

We cannot learn real patience and tolerance from a guru or a friend. They can be practiced only when we come in contact with someone who creates unpleasant experiences. According to Shantideva, enemies are really good for us as we can learn a lot from them and build our inner strength – Dalai Lama

So I asked my friend to always be near the colleague by whom he gets irritated most. Asked him to maintain a notebook to write what are all he felt when he was near that colleague . He was very sincerely following this habit, because he realized that he needs to come out of this for a normal survival. Now he has improved a lot to level in which he could laugh at his initial notes on the irritating colleagues.

He is very happy now. I would like to end this post with a quote.

Toleration is the greatest gift of the mind; it requires the same effort of the brain that it takes to balance oneself on a bicycle - Helen Keller.

Take care,

I feel therefore I am

MoneyWell

Intuitions

Midnight around half past 12 i got call and got informed that one of my uncle passed away. In the sound of fancy ring tone my wife already woken up. Normally heavy thunder bolts fail to wake her up in the night. After some time i was indecisively oscillating between whether to start now or next morning. Finally decided to take a taxi in the morning and travel with my wife and 2 year old kid to madurai for attending the funeral.

Morning i woke up early, informed colleagues and packing up things for a short travel. I had to wait for an hour for taxi.. Meanwhile my mother and my wife were discussing about what to fill in the luggage space of car when returning from tamilnadu and calculating how much they will save in next grocery purchase. My wife was also indicating me through the kid like this, " Kidooo.. don't worry this time we will visit your granny's place." that is, we have to go to my in-law's place while coming back, its on the way. I was doing a calculation of money that i have to shell out.

I was searching for a nice book to read while traveling, which i always do whenever i am traveling. This time i got hold of a book which i wanted to read for more than a year. The book is "Alchemist" by Paulo Coelho. I started to read the book in time i waited for taxi to come. It was talking about intuition and inner voice and things like that.

When taxi came, i some how felt i should travel alone not with family. Then i strongly said my wife to stay back. She accepted to do so after some small fight. Then i started in the white indica. I felt sleepy when the taxi started moving.. Saw the back seat.. Completely empty and inviting me to sleep over it, but i remembered about the book and started reading it.

Without a stop car was moving forward so as my reading grows in to the book. Whenever i take eye from the book, it goes to the rear view mirror near the driver. There was no mirror in the holder. I could sense and feel something about it whenever i looked at it. It was around 4 to 5 times i looked. After traveling around 100 kilometers we are now between krishnagiri and dharmapuri. I have finished around 60 pages. In-between the driver was talking about his adventures over last trips. I didn't want to stop him. that slowed down my reading. I feel like wearing a seat belt and also felt like asking about the rear view mirror. I have joined driving class a day earlier to my travel, in that the first lesson taught was to adjust rear view mirror when you get in to the car. The driving teacher told me it is very important one. So this time i wanted ask about it and also feel like wearing seat belt.

i don't know why, but the book talks about intuition, inner voice and omens. We were traveling in 120Km/hour speed because the road was amazingly good. when we were around 167 km we were traveling through a hilly region, where i could see some monkeys and all crossing the road. Lot of curves in the path because of hill, in one of the curve we had to go slow because of the continuous humps. We were going very slowly on that. The next moment Suddenly i was pushed forward and i am seeing driver is getting banked his face on the steering and meanwhile a big sound from back.

The tanker hit our car from behind, the poor indica's back seat is completely crushed near and shrunk. I was very fortunate to have no injury or scratch even. But the driver's face is bleeding. We had to run and catch the lorry and found that the lorry fellow is trying to stop but couldn’t. Finally with help of some rocks we could. With in 2 min of call L&T officials who were in-charge of that part came and did first-aid for the driver. Then we called police, resolved and so on.

I don't want to imagine what would have happened if i would have traveled with my wife and my kid. We would have definitely sat in the back seat only. The book was suggesting giving respect and attention to the intuitions. I developed lot of respect for the concept conveyed in the book.

i completed the book on the same day while coming back without attending the funeral. I recommended to all of my friends.

Tolerance 01- Highest Result of Eduction

Hi All,

After a long pause, i started writting again, Like other posts, i would like to start with a quote.

I have learned silence from the talkative, tolerance from the intolerant, and kindness from the unkind; yet strangely, I am ungrateful to these teachers - Kahlil Gibran

I came across many people with different levels of intolerance. Before going in to detail, let us define Tolerance. Let me try my own.

Remain unaffected/unswayed by not undergoing any unproductive feelings, doings & thinkings caused majorly by external triggers.

Now lets connect with some example to understand it better.

One 4 and half members family is engaged in watching a movie. The Half member - A charming Kid is around 2 years old. Kids are naturally more energetic than their elders. The movie was not very appealing to the kid, but the 4 elders parents and grandparents of the kid were completely inside the 21" TV screen.

The kid was experssing his unhappiness by yelling out "mammmaaaaaa.. change it.. papppaaaaaa change it..." No one was listening this. After waiting for some time, the kid went near the TV and switched it OFF in an important scene.. the 4 were yelling at the kid.. the mother swithced on the TV again. Again the kid swithced OFF the TV, this time the kid's father threw the remote control on the kid. Now he is gasping and yelling at the kid, "why did you do thattttt..grrr". Though it wasn't hurting the kid physically, that becomes a reason for the kid to cry loudly. Other 3 were looking at the father of the kid. He looked ugly now, while trying to switch on the TV.

What made the father to act baleful on such a lovalbe and innocent kid? The straight answer is "Intolerance". Not only the kid got hurt here, the grandparents (who are kids by now because of their "second childness") , his wife and finally kid's father himself. By acting so, he missed the movie he wanted to watch, he made the entire environment filled with sorrow, and he is slowly moving towards getting a title of youngest BP/Diabatic/blah blah blah patient.

what he would have lost by tuning to the kids need and yet watch the movie he wanted to watch. i don't know he could have done it, but defeintely it is not "Mission Impossible".

Father of the kid forget or haven't accepted the fact that "Kids are playful, they normally do this kind of things". He wasn't living in reality or he wasn't remembering the fact at the time of his shameful act.

I end this post with a quote,

When tolernace is not afforded to those so well-deserved, it speaks ill of the one who feels he cannot afford to give it.

As rightly said by Kahlil Gibran, we will learn tolerance from intolerent.

There could be some more reasons also for his baleful act. In my next several posts we will analyse and try to find a way to develope tolerance.

I feel Therefore I am,

Money Well.