A Writing Quill

Anything when acquired in excess is - poison. Denial of uncertainty breeds to - fear. Denial to accept the good in others leads to the - envy. Denial of things which are beyond our control causes - anger. Whereas, When everything is derived in required volume it leads to patience, balance and happiness. Acceptance of uncertainty brings the adventure in one’s life. Acceptance of good in others makes us inspired. Acceptance of the things beyond our self-control bestows us with tolerance to endure anything and everything. But, What if we are unable to accept a person as he is? It creates the ocean of hate and abomination within us and around us for him. We impose stipulations on the person. And so, we judge the person as per the parameters set by our mind. We count his behavioral variables on the list one after the other and when maximum falls negative on the list, we stop masquerading the happiness of being with him. And slowly the curtain raises to show the hatre...

How do we differentiate between inspiration and envy? Every human is flawed. A mix of the good and the bad. Whereas, it is so easy to deface the shoddy but it becomes slightly arduous to tarnish the decent. But, when some one tries hard to blemish the good, only two conclusions can be drawn out of it – one, either the one who is involved in the wrongdoing is unable to accept the goodness of the person whose image is being besmirched or, second, this individual is unable to achieve the heights of the success of the other empowered person. In both the above conjectures, the former is suffering through the most frightful mental status; envy or jealousy. The individual believes it is okay to be envious and keeps on spreading the bad rumors of any human he or she is jealous of. He is unaware of his personal mental state. Actually, inside the mind, the person is going through an internal comparison of himself and another person. B.C. Forbes has quoted jealousy as a mental cancer. A...

  He who does the make up to flaunt himself on the stage to entertain the masses, little does anybody can fathom him inside. Ah! does he love this every day’s act or is it a fetish for him? Oh, wait! Is it only the means to fill his stomach with the food he would pull in from the money earned through his own mockery? Is he hiding something behind the painted face? I laughed as I watched him perform. I jostled among the audiences as the show ended, shoving the young boy standing at the entrance to meet him backstage. I did not even interpret my sudden urge to meet this joker. I went and went, inside, expecting him to answer my questions. The questions which were rushing inside my mind still does not know how to be translated into words. But I marched and marched, inside. The watchman shouted, ‘Hey, You! Who are you and where are you going? That’s the costume room. Outsiders not allowed.’ I found him staring at me with those round, black and big eyes, just an inch apart. He w...