A Fan

"Hey! Why are you so fidgety?" this is the question i asked  my companion.
He belongs to 'fans,ceiling' species commonly known as ceiling fans.
i asked because he keeps on rotating ....... as long as it is awake..... without any rest and... with out any purpose. He competes with himself .... without any purpose..... without any reason. He rotates, expends his energy ceaselessly .. for what? .... it stays for ever in that destined place. 
Yes, he gives me breeze and cools the room temperature.

But, come on he should have some purpose independent of me ... he does not exist for my joy alone.
So, i asked the question and i got a hearty laugh as a reply.
Yes fans do laugh.
" why are you laughing?" i queried little piqued by his loony laughter.
" my dear," started the fan, " my happiness is not dependent on you instead its other way. you see if i am not awake your sweat glands needs to work harder and you curse sun more often."
i nodded.
"if you are not there, it does not effect me. I mean, So what? if you are not there. i rotate if i will to rotate."
My head was flocked with doubts that would not rest.. just like my companion.
"But... wait.. is not it other way round ... i mean if i want to turn you rotate you rotate or else you are as still as a dead man?"
" my dear, how you want to control others?.. but its all a mirage." replied the wise wind-generator. he made a few rotations before he continued...
" answer my questions in one word.. okay?" 
" yes" i replied meekly.
" if i am not working would i rotate if you want me to?" asked fan slowly
"no" 
"if i am not here would you turning on switch work?"
"no"
"if i don't take electricity you give to me as fees.. will i rotate?"
"no"
"so.. whose will is rotating me?" fan asked smilingly.
"you" i replied knowingly.
"my dear, if i will to rotate then only i do an agreement with you, by taking electricity you give and i rotate round and round.... remember lad, rotating is not a necessity for my joy but i rotate because i will to."
we passed few seconds basking in sunshine of wisdom.
" But".. a little cloud crossed the sky," why do you rotate?"
"i love to rotate.. i love the job of cutting the wind and cooling the atmosphere. i love this job because i like to see people smiling and heaving a sigh with relief from high temperatures. "
i was aghast by this statement ... he likes rotating ....
"my dear, i may rotate like some mad monkey.. i may look like some delirious person... but i am always on purpose and constant. I am the motor... motor of the world. I do every act because I love it and the seemingly senseless act gives coolness to my world ... that's the purpose I will to accomplish through this body and Bingo! I am doing it well."
" but what if electricity is not there and you Will to rotate?" i asked
" then there is no purpose for there is no world for me... you see only when this body called 'fan' is there and thought called 'electricity' is present is my world alive and purpose active. if no thought is there then no world and no purpose."
i nodded.
"but, I am always present.... the motor and I am always happy.. the pristine poise"

i  was going out of the room and limiting notions.
" my dear," fan called out lovingly," remember you are here for your own happiness. 
Rotate in this world as you Will .. as the I will.... others may question you, you are responsible... because they are instruments and your acts and Will are making them question you. so you are the one responsible for the world." The fan stopped to rotate and the world ended.
I smile with contentment and joy brimming from within.
" I am the motor of the world"

discipline

there were two water drops - 'a' and 'b'. They both were existing in under the ground some 101 ft under the ground level. One fine moment, 'a' thought that its life is not here ...in this dark dungeon with nothing seen and nothing heard..... no beauty in life. 'a'  expressed the same to 'b' and as expected from 'b' it chided and reprimanded...." are you insane? you want to leave this cozy cocoon given by our ancestors for us to live and enjoy for eternity......evaporate that thought immediately from your mind..." blasted 'b'. 'a'  asked, "But this thought also came from same ancestors...you remember a set of drops that set out of this dungeon? " . "Shut Up....and stay down ...follow the majority" replied 'b' and went away into further darkness.
   
DGRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR.............. a roar filled the dungeon and all drops shivered with fear ..... fear of unknown. Its the sound of boring machine that digs the ground for water. All drops screamed with fear and ran further down the dark alley..... well almost all, except two drops....... 'a' and 'b'. 'a' is sprinting towards the huge pipe thats just a foot above them and 'b' is trying to drive 'sense' into the ignorant 'a'. 'a' was mesmerized by the beautiful music of the bore well while 'b' as rest of the drops shuddered with fear at the death's call. " 'a' dont go you fool, you dont have slight knowledge of whats that...heed me stay down". 'a' turned back and questioned " 'b' do you know whats that .....no and i dont know too. But i know whats here .... darkness and sloth staying helpless for eternity ..... i dont want this existence... i WILL to LIVE ". 'a' jumped up 1 ft and got into the pipe and 'b' just shrugged sluggishly.
"'a' would have died by now" expressed the news reporters of 'dark dungeon tv'.

'a' suffered a lot...yes truly.. it got bound by the pipe, then pushed by the motor and finally stored in the tank.... dark tank. 'a' all the time was very happy for the adventures and thought that it saw more than any drop saw down there.

'a' was a little sad that it was again back into darkness and stagnation in that tank all alone with no 'b' to fight and argue. " i am alone here with nobody that i know .....fine, i atleast traveled this far  and saw different worlds....hmmm...but i am not completely satisfied for i did not see the light .... light that was said to create all of us." thought 'a' within.
GUSHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH..................... echoed the tank and 'a' came out through the tap into the world of light. its only then that 'a' realized that here are many 'a's that are having similar thoughts , but different paths.
'a' basked in the light of Sun ...saw the beauty of bucket and mug.....felt the warmth of human body and saw god in the eyes of human.
'a' later on was lifted by sun into the heights of sky and became a part of the sun's glory..........................
all this was possible only through confidence,curiosity and discipline. Discipline means doing an act to reach the Light as I WILL..... without any attachment to the pipes viz. routine.

..........................................DGRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR............ a roar was heard in the dark dungeons and all drops ran further...except two 'b' and 'c'......."'a' did not return 'b' ...... you dont kill yourself with this foolish thought of inspiration from 'a'...... you dont know whats there above" reprimanded 'c'. 'b' turned back and replied "i know all this but its boring.....let me try this" and jumped 1 ft and pipe came down 100 ft to lift it up above ...... like a diamond in the sky........ the diamond that reflects and retains the LIGHT.
                     

bulbs

Let this family of words say to thee the stages of lifetime of a bulb...........
....stage one: guess whats the best friend of a bulb....whose company it pines for....its darkness.Yes, its true darkness is the best friend of bulb. Bulb waits to show-off its power of sight, you see it wants to be different ...different and making a difference to world all around. Bulb wants recognition in this stage...stage of Thamasa ...it pines for attention and uniqueness. Pity bulbs that sleep in the delusion of difference and recognition.
Thamasoma Jyothirga Mayaa...from darkness to light o lord! lead me....prayed a bulb.

Stage Two: bulb yearns for fellow bulbs...it gets frustrated with darkness and sees the poison in pompous public shows. yes it yearns for fellow bulbs of equal watts and power...it seeks similarity in other bulbs. It realizes that differences are products of devil's advocate. It forsakes the fortunes of recognition and reverence for staying in company of 'good bulbs' ...for that sake any bulb it thinks as good. This is  stage of  Sathwa .... the stage where bulb stays with 'good bulbs'.

Anithyam Asukham Lokam ....realizes the bulb.
Stage Three: wait let i clarify whats the meaning of 'realizes the bulb'. once the I in bulb realizes its the light and not the bulb then thats stage three and end of story. I realizes that I is not bulb that small 60watt  or 100 watt  ..I is the light thats within every bulb and thats latent in every dark alleys.... I realized the futility of fortunes and realized that relationships are not real.
this is the stage of Nirguna....where I is I and not described by differences or similarities.

Similarly,'tions gautam or you or him or it  travel through the stages of differences and similarities......continue to be so until I will to say "Enough .... break the bulbs."
Then no walls, no differences, no similarities....I ............ live.