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Monday, October 10, 2011
Preach and criticize
This must be why the few people who have engaged on changing themselves rather than criticizing others and applied simple and reasonable notions of greatness and altruism in their personal lives have rosen very high in the society. M. K. Gandhi is probably the best example of such a great person who had no extraordinary idea or theory to guide him and nor did he propose any sophisticated set of norms to be followed in order to change the society for the better. What he did was that while the others kept preaching their ideas and values of truthfulness, frugality and determination not to tolerate injustice, he applied those universally accepted values in his life. And that appealed the masses so much that he no longer had to develop any complicated set of theories.
The question now is: why do we keep criticizing others while there is little prospect of positive impact of the criticism and we ourselves are too feeble-hearted to face similar kind of criticisms? Also, why do we keep preaching things to others knowing well the futility of the act? One explanation can be that we are just the learned hypocrites: we want to hide our weaknesses by pointing those of the others. Secondly, we prefer the easier path whenever there is a choice; whatever the long term outcome. By avoiding consideration of the just criticisms, we keep postponing the face off between our real self and the self that is projected to the society. And the wealth, power and fame go a long way in assisting us in that act of postponing, making it possible to do so throughout our life-times.
And finally the act of preaching others may be the result of the attempt of our subconscious mind to make up for all that good we fail to do or achieve in life by prompting the others to do so. At worst, it could have been used as a propaganda tool to some end, often as a substitute for hard work in order to get fame and occasionally the wealth and power.
विजय कुमारको खुशी पढेपछि
जीवनमा अफ्ठ्यारा घुम्तीहरुमा हिंडिरहँदा मैले कुनै क्षणमा पलायनलाई एउटा विकल्पको रुपमा कल्पना गरेको थिएँ, त्यसलाई यथार्थमा बदल्ने आँट गरिनँ, त्यो बेग्लै कुरा हो । त्यसबेला लाग्थ्योः मेरा समग्र दुखहरुको कारण मेरो वरपरको वातावरण हो, यसबाट साहसपूर्वक बाहिरिएँ भने नयाँ दुख आउलान् तर तत्क्षणका दुरुह दुखहरु गायब भएर जानेछन् । कति गलत थिएँ म !
एमालेकरणको बहस
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