While walking in the morning, I was just thinking about hope in despair . This weekend, I am going to meet the children passing through despair . Some of them are lost in the trains and do not know the whereabouts of their families, some of them are mentally challenged, some of them are struggling for resources, some of them are in juvenile reform homes where their freedom has been curbed to a significant extent, and the entire ecosystem is depressing. Some of them have been evacuated from the red-light area and now live with the constant burden of that social stigma. During my previous interactions, we focused on hope that seems too distant to these children. We are sitting inside our AC rooms during this massive heat wave, feeling worried about climate change and talking about world politics. We are very concerned about rising oil prices, job uncertainty due to the AI revolution , and geopolitical turmoil . We get worried when the stock market falls and the number on our mobile sc...
A child has a belief in the purity of the heart, As he grows, he meets people very smart, He becomes sceptical, A bit practical. The belief in purity weakens, He more clearly sees fear that frightens, Trust becomes more distant, He craves something instant. Instant pleasures one after the other, Make him worse than ever, The inner hollowness grows stronger, He needs some pretension to cover. Pretensions look more real than reality, Life passes quickly, The inner hollowness becomes quite apparent, A life well spent. A not-so-practical person sees something illogical, He tries to solve the puzzle, He reads wide literature, Tries to connect the dots to understand nature. Nothing makes much sense, What we know looks like non-sense, He tries meditation, That creates more confusion. The difference between reality and imagination looks blur, It's too much of a task for the brain, which is so linear, Leaving control is beyond our contemplation, Meditation is therefore nothing more than me...