Molding the box – 2

The words like bad, minor, vicious could never had gained importance without learning the meaning of division. Under the name of classification, the “one” world have been differentiated into uncountable categories. The one-good-world sounds a mere imagination; and when people ponder their heart for the change they end up discovering it to be an obsolete philosophy.

But, in actual, the good still stand out there, and we are not able to grab it because the other side too exists at exactly the same position. Like doesn’t attract like, unlike do. So there must be something good in you that is trying to attract the bad; may it be a bad feeling. How-so-ever the philosophies ask you to be positive and good, still once a while we fall in the trap of these negative thoughts. And hence, all philosophies sound obsolete since we tried really hard to avoid them.

Feel bad, it will help you to understand you better; but don’t let these feelings to over-rule you. Understand the good that exists in you since you were born. Spend time with yourself to know yourself better on the philosophical or theoretical grounds; but more than that, spend time with others to understand you on the practical or worldly grounds.

This is simple as anything; (only if you consider it simple) Stop complicating, start simplifying. Stop differentiating, start integrating. The divisions or boundaries that you have created regarding your goals, accomplishments, love, relations, mould them so they look bit hazy, rather than sharp. And you will feel the difference that these old-age philosophies can bring out.

Moulding the box (I)

“If a man puts a gosling in the bottle and feeds him until he is full grown, how can the man get the goose out without killing it or breaking the bottle?”, asked Riko.



Living in the state of illusions, the box shines and the box reflects but seldom it ever tried to discover whether the box is self contented or not? The blue box seduces the red, and even the pink seduces the pink. Unfortunately or may be unwillingly, the transparency of the box has turned obscure now. The seduction is obviously not a new concept, since we all are the final products of this initial step, yet the stretched definition to identify it favors this distortion. Rather what pulls my strings is the anger that sometimes supports it and habitually follows it.


The entire breathing space to anger is, in most cases, given by fear. Ironically, we take our box for granted by assuming that fear invites anger to overcome it. The very often established example I experience is with the senior-junior relation. The fear of not being respected by juniors is generally expressed with anger through technically penetrating words (and you know what they penetrate) under new definitions for mom and sisters, technically hilarious quotes under often ridiculous perceptions and technically romantic music under clouting sounds (Followed by counting your account). In the fear of being insulted by others, they start insulting themselves.


One of my favorite quotes that Dr. Stephen Covey ever quoted is between stimulus and response; one has the freedom to choose. Until and unless you make your mind to accept the insult, no one can ever insult you. Such thoughts can only be understood by upgrading your style of living because when the ball rolls in such courts, people prefer a jerk to avoid it, and what they turn out to be is mere jerks.

Angry? Any fear? Go and jerk off, it will relieve your frustration.

But I have an alternative. I call it my quantum theory of coming close to God, no shortcuts, just discrete levels to attain those energy states. When I call it discrete, I mean it, nothing less than cent percent approach. Explore the loosened nut that connects you to your alter ego. The nut may be a guitar or few songs, a book or a page & pen, dance or just a long walk. Make them discrete just by the way you perform it. That’s how the molding initiates.
“If a man puts a gosling in the bottle and feeds him until he is full grown, how can the man get the goose out without killing it or breaking the bottle?”, asked Riko.

Nansen gave great clap with his hands and shouted, “Riko!’
“Yes, Master” said the official with a start.

“See,” said Nansen, “The goose is out!”

(He quoted this in his book “The goose is out”. He, who occupied Indian newspapers and magazines with third-rate criticism against himself. He, who was blamed for hammering the Indian culture, he who was known as Osho.)