3 wise men

This story is set in the old world. 3 men were travelling on horses, armed with swords, knives and bows and arrows, in search of (in this case) someone. There was something unique about the three; one was deaf, second was blind and the last was dumb. The weather was at its gruesome worst, with the lands all around snowed in, hence making it difficult to see. As they pass a few dead trees, the one last, hears the twang of a bow, and immediately takes avoidance action, hence saving himself. All 3 of them then set in the direction of the attack in search of the elusive foe. Due to the poor conditions, they were still in search a few hours later. Hungry and tired, they finally reach a log cabin and see some smoke coming out of the chimney.

Though it is dark inside (with just a same light source, probably a candle), they are comforted by the sight. They knock on the door, only to find an old woman being the lone resident of that cabin. The warm hospitality of the old woman leads them to lower their defenses as they enjoy a good meal and get ready to take rest. The old lady is bemused as all but one of them had not spoken a word yet. When she does ask one of them, if they are ready to sleep, she doesn’t receive a prompt response, except for a curt nod from the same man, giving her the feeling that the other 2 do not have their listening and talking senses. Seeing that they are making themselves comfortable, she assumes that they are all along the same thought pattern. After they seemingly go to sleep, she waits an extra precautionary 10 minutes before advancing to the back door and opening it. Standing in the cold outside, is none other than her son, and the same man whom the 3 were in search of. Ready with an axe, he advances to the man who supposedly had spoken and heard (pointed out by the mother), considering him to be the greatest threat. All lights are off as he raises and brings down the axe only to hit a pile of pillows. From the darkness, the twang of a bow is heard and then he falls down dead.

This story is an analogy. The 3 men depict 3 wise men that are in search of knowledge. Knowledge is not always the easiest thing to find. Many times there are obstacles to obtaining that knowledge, in this case the old lady. Sometimes, it is even tempting to forego the search, as is indicated with the comfortable ambience. At the end though, we need to learn to master the knowledge, not make knowledge the master of us, as happens at the end.
They might be the first, but not certainly the last (as seen in image)...




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Retrospection

There is a thought that comes naturally

And that’s to worry, worry and worry

 

Slouching in the past

Flitting through the present

For the brain is in a muddle

Sluggish to all life’s riddles

 

No more is the present a gift

Cause your mind's quite adrift

Busy creating a rift so wide

Forcing all relations to collide.

 

Then why we move to something so polluted

when it causes all sensibilities to become diluted?

Perhaps intoxication in that fabled drink

Causes self-pity to remain distinct

 

Learn from previous events they say

But with thoughts so bogged, we can only pray

For until will power is regained

We will never learn to live again.

 

The easiest thing at any moment

Is to consider the past and only lament

But the best solution is to be adamant

And wear your present as your favored garment

Personality Crash Simplified

Have you noticed that one becomes much alike to the person they despise? The more they despise the one, the more alike they become. Now what brings about such a change? Can it make one totally different from what they actually were? Is it justified? Some people say that it’s not a change brought in because of the other, but its because that feeling always existed within all people, not just that individual… Could that be true?

Now considering the last point mentioned above, let us approach it from a different perspective, which arguably I stand by. And to those who do not agree with me even partially, I think they are in the wrong.  Now what is so special about what I am going to say? It’s just this, people change as per their surroundings, and such a change can only occur if they have gained knowledge of those surroundings. Humans like all other animals were born with the natural tendency to survive, as they became aware of what went on around them they began to evolve. Slowly, things have become much more globalised with various things and news spreading to all parts of the world. So, all this information gets shoved into individuals at an increasing rate these days due to increased proximity to other individuals and the information spread. What can the person do, with this much information flooding the brain? He begins to choose and make decisions based on what has been fed into him either directly or indirectly. That’s when things go awry.

Gone are those days when people used to live in communities independent of other communities and hence had a fixed style when dealing with situations. How does one then go about dealing with situations when they are aware of often contradictory reactions to that situation? That’s where things perhaps look to get random, but I’m certain that the reaction chosen also depends on the weight of information for each reaction that gets into the head from childhood. To make you understand more better, lets consider an example- if for situation 1, there are two reactions/ solutions Sol A and Sol B… If Sol A has been given lot more importance in some way or another, then the tendency will be to go with reaction Sol A.

What 0makes a person go even perhaps to the wrong path, once again it’s the question of survival and information fed in. Therefore, a poor person with no food to eat will automatically tend to try to pinch some food if he has seen another individual do the same or is in dire need of it. Slowly, he becomes aware of the chances of getting away with it if he got away with it the first time, and gradually he becomes bold and even goes on a robbing spree (for things which are not required for actual survival), once again here to information is being fed into him (by his own mind) that he can rob and get away with it.

Coming back to my very first point, what actually makes a person become so alike the person he despises? The answer has already been clearly indicated above… Are you still wondering where the answer is? Let me explain that to you; when Person A despises Person B, then Person A naturally tends to think a lot about Person B. What does he think? He thinks about Person B’s actions over all time he has known him. What happens then? Unconsciously, person A is molding his thought process along the lines of that of Person B. Therefore, the two slowly start becoming alike in actions and then we see the likeness being directly dependent on the amount of thought pertinent to Person B (due to the increased importance).

For those of you wondering, “is there a possible solution?” Yes there surely is. We need to give less thought to the person or thing that might push you to become something you weren’t earlier.

Claustrophobia.... (submitted to spank the carp: https://www.spankthecarp.com/)

This talks about the loss of freedom due to the absence of socializing and being confined within limited space

 

Every day in the morn, there is apathy,
for he knows how the day will go with utmost certainty.
The day starts slow with something to eat,
not looking forward as there is no one to meet.

Then he enters his enclosed mind,
trying to pull himself out from the continuous grind.
Out of his reverie, he is pushed onto the street,
with fear that there will be a lot to repeat.

After some time, he's forced back into his enclosure,
but they consider it all part of a grand procedure.
Next, he gets back to freeing his rattled mind,
but in aloofness does a complex spell bind.

Allowed some time out of the cell, it's useless,
for there is no one to get along with regardless.
Back to the cage, the animal is booted,
fixed in a spot to which he is rooted

Finally, comes the call of darkness, it is night,
time to extinguish whatever remains of the little light

Its Your.........

While you are going alone on the street, basking in your solitude, unknowing of what’s around you, all of a sudden you hear a loud noise from behind which extracts you out of your reverie. It is dark and lonely; you get this uncomfortable feeling that you are being followed. IS it a spirit, you do not know. You feel it creeping towards you. You seek refuge but wherever you go, you know you are still being followed. Turn right, turn left, over a wall, dodge a vehicle parked on the street, up a tree, up a tree, behind a door, no matter what you try, you have the same sinking feeling. At this moment you are most vulnerable and you start to run. You find a lantern and turn it on, now you realize that you don’t feel that presence anymore. Content and relieved you continue towards your initial destination. Unfortunately, after some time your light is extinguished. Once again, you sense its presence, in desperation you once again run. You believe he is trailing behind you, but soon you feel its presence ahead too, then to your right and even to your left.
No matter what you do it keeps snapping at you, cause It’s Your ……… PAST.

tree dreamz

This is my first day at my job. It is something for which I have been waiting all these years ever since my uncle Donald (he is a woodcutter by profession) gave me a toy axe to play with. I had always seen people cutting the wood and found it very fascinating. Since then I had decided to become a woodcutter.
After my first day of work, I decided to spend the night in the forest itself as there were hardly any animals, and if there were, they were friendly. I had just put some food in the pot on top of the fire and then sat on the ground leaning against the log thinking of how nicely the day had gone. It had been a very good day and I had enjoyed getting tired as the day had passed. As I was reminiscing with myself, I must have dozed off to sleep.
Suddenly it had become really dark with the moonlight too not visible. I looked around trying to get my bearings, the pot was there but there was no fire. As my eyes got accustomed to the darkness, suddenly I saw some dark outlines in the background. They were there only for a moment and then they disappeared, I was afraid. I called out but there was no answer. Is it possible that there are really things such as ghosts; I hope not? I move towards the spot where I had seen those things, and I see around. Once again I see them; it looks like they want me to follow them. They seem really big, but still my curiosity gets the better of me. I follow them, they start moving faster and hence I begin to run in order to keep up. This seems to be continuing forever and I am getting exhausted. I am sweating a lot and I lift my hand to wipe my brow. When I look again, they have disappeared. I have no idea where I am and have no idea of what to do. My uncle had always told me not to wander too deep into the forest. I feel a gentle breeze behind me and turn around to look; did I see something move? It looks like the tree is moving, it is coming closer and closer, I look around, and ready to run away but all the trees around are converging on me. I lift my axe ready to attack and just swing it to ward off the incoming trees. I suddenly feel a tree hit me on my head from behind, I start swinging blindly and the trees start pushing me and hitting me.

All of a sudden I open my eyes and realize that I am on the ground. Still I feel something pushing me and realize that it is my uncle waking me up from my sleep. He had been wondering how come I had not come back in the evening and had come in search of me. i was really shaken. i gave up woodcutting in order to take care of my father's shop as my father had always been requesting me to do. Still, whenever i look at the forest, i often wonder whether the trees were trying to say something to me.