Is it futile?

A friend the other day was narrating a tête-à-tête which transpired between him and a stunner some time back.

Stunner: “Oh, and what do you do?”

Friend: “Me? Oh I compromise!”

Stunned, the stunner vamoosed.

Guess, if the friend had asked that question and had the stunner replied, “Me? Oh I compromise,” it would have been a different take altogether.

The stunner never understood what compromise meant to him. From the time a man comes to this earth, till the time he leaves, every thought, every step or breathe that he takes, consist of compromises. Life is a compromise. Man compromises. To exist,is to compromise. The faster you understand, the less pain will infiltrate your consciousness.. . . . . . . .

You stroll along, and each stride brings a reminiscent of the struggle, through which you treaded on misery, pain, loneliness, hunger, agony and depression.

There is no end to it. No matter how hard you strive, you can’t shake it off. It tags along with you. It is in front of you. It consists of you. You were born into it. You will live with it – and die with it.

It is a sorrowful state of affairs. You continue asking, when will it all conclude. Then you discover that people have been asking similar questions for generations. Still we haven’t learned to live with it. One should be grateful that it will all end soon. By now you must have accepted the fact that your religion or for that matter any of the earthly religion truly knew what the afterlife would be. They made guesses and established faith on it. Your realization has liberated you.

Man’s life is short, but mankind’s existence isn’t. Right through his life, he is learning to cope with it, to master it – but in vain!

Meanwhile, till the time you are here on this earth - compromise!

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In any kind of relationship, if you are affected by someone’s policy, deed or act, words, thought or insults under whatever circumstances, is it just sufficient enough to apologies or put up an excuse with a mere, “I didn’t mean it?” Is no further action required? Will just uttering “I didn’t mean it,” necessarily make things right? Will this make things up?

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I am yet to meet a man who shuns making money, acquiring fame or publicity, or taking part in current affairs. I am yet to see someone singularly trying to lead an uneventful life, leading a solitary life or not poking his nose in other people’s affair and thrusting his thoughts and ideologies in other’s throat. Man can never be at that level where he never complains, never argues and never explains. Such is the immodesty of man.

But as the saying goes, a man is what a man thinks and no amount of education can make him think otherwise.

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