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Showing posts with label identity. Show all posts
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Friday, August 7, 2009

I can't change my inborn nature


Bishnu Prasad Aryal

A tiger, which is very beautiful and powerful animal, lives on other animals. It kills them and has their flesh for its livelihood. It does not farm the animals but hunts them in its residential area when it is hungry. If it is not full of appetite, it never kills and harms others.

An interesting thing to say is that it never eats grass how hungry it is. It will die of hunger but never eats plants and grass. It is its inborn nature.

Similarly, someone is born with special character. One is born to be a scientist, a politician, doctor, poet, writer, painter, farmer, philosopher and so on. However, I have witnessed a different instance in my life.

A powerful but a bad person, who has been following me since long, is always hatching conspiracy against me, torturing and harming me for his own family problem. Can't I get to live freely without harming and hurting anybody else in this world? I am unable to telerate his mean behaviours. A poet or philosopher can't be transformed into a scientist by beating and hitting whether physically or psychologically.

Let a person be as one was born for what. It is crime to forcefully attempt to change a poet or philosopher into a scientist. Every one is born with different nature. We should not make anyone like you...as every body is different and unique. Learn to understand for what one is born to be. I was born with flavour of philosophy. I am different from others. And I will die but cannot turn into an illogical and unreasonable person.

One has the rights to celebrate one's life in own way without harming and hurting others. If the wings of a bird are cut, it can't fly anymore. Someone plucked all the feathers of my wings and tells me to fly in my own way. Is it possible to fly playfully?

Wednesday, July 29, 2009

Where and when do my wounds ache?


It is simple the world is full of varieties and mutiplicity. The plants, trees, nonliving things, animals, human beings, air, soil, stone and etc etc.

The science believes in matter and body that is a combination of chemicals. The people who have faith in spirituality believe and see soul in even nonliving things. They think everything is changing and they are also dying in course of time.

The material people simply analysis that birth, death and life are products of matter and chemicals, and they do not exist beyond death. Hoever, spiritual people believe in eternity and it never ends, remains existing in the universe in any form and goes on and goes on.

I cannot say who is wrong or right but I feel ached when others beat me. I cannot tolerate as they torture and trouble me. I feel sad while they hurt me. I feel destroyed when they damage my toys with who I enjoy playing and spending life like a child. I feel shattered when they destruct and devastate my works and plans of life for their own problems.

I feel so and so because I am also a human being. Other living beings might feel similiar to me whether they speak or not. I can speak in my language...it may be that plants, insects, and animals also express their griefs and pains but we are not able to understand their language and feelings.

So I cannot say when and where my wounds ache...never ask me again about it after you axe, hammer, beat, cut, bite, hurt and destroy me...because let me live in my own way in pains and tears, which please me and nurture my rights and freedom to live without harming and hurting others.