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Here I am bloggin my thoughts, ideas, journals and ofcourse my inevitable ramblings. Greatly appreciate you'll stopping by and add comments if you will. See ya!
Wake Up
Posted 25th January 2009 at 07:18 PM by Anandchitra
I am very popular in my neighborhood. Even in my small town. They call me “The Scrooge”. “Bah” I think to myself. “What do they know”.
I was raised in a very well to do family and I had always had the best of everything.
I had servants at my beck and call. I was driven everywhere by fancy cars. I always got all the new toys and anything I asked for. I wore the best clothes and went to the best school.
I did not get the only thing I wanted though.
My parents were always so busy they had no time for me. I only wanted them to spend time with me. At first they did not have time as they were busy building their careers.
Then over the years as I grew up I became spoilt and rude with my tantrums. I became more and more unbearable as I tried to get my parents attention. This in turn repulsed them and I grew worse.
I was married to a beautiful and kind woman but I must have driven her to dislike me as we had no children.
She passed away and for many years now I am alone.
I again tried to get the attention of all around me. Which would be by being mean and nasty and cruel to all around me. This distanced all my relatives from me.
Over the years I had amassed a lot of money from my parents and from my investments working out.
I knew money would work wonders with many people and so it did.
Those who did end up staying with me, be it the cook or my driver or my assistant or the assorted friends or family, were all there for the money.
Or should I say hopes of getting money from me. And in that process they did put up with all my insults and rude behavior.
I took greater joy in hording my money and became as the locals referred to as the Scrooge.
I dreamt of sleeping with all my money and going to die clutching all my money and then taking them with me after I die.
That is when it happened.
I felt a touch on my shoulders and I WOKE up. There I was in the Presence of light and a place where I could not feel my old rude and mean self. I knew right then something had happened.
I heard the voice again. “Wake Up”.
Now I was “fully awake”.
No more familiar surroundings. “What happened? “ I cried.
“Your dream is over. So wake up”, said the voice , a voice so gentle and pleasing I have never heard before.
“What are you talking about? A dream? Now where is my money???? I asked the voice. I was trying to be more rude and get my anger back which seemed impossible in the presence of this voice.
“Your money and that life was but a dream”, replied the voice now gentling making me walk along.
“Then I don’t want to wake up” said I my adamancy coming back.
“Well you have to. When the time is up”. Now I felt a firmness moving me forward and I knew there was no going back.
I tried hard to forget all the money I had clung to. I now knew it was not going to be of any use for me.
We passed through many levels where I could see many others being in this divine place.
There were many divine looking people wearing stunning rich robes and engaged in meditation. Then we moved to a lower level where there were ordinary looking people wearing mediocre clothes engaged in music and arts.
Then we moved lower where there were people dressed shabbily and doing nothing much.
Finally we reached a place which looked terrible and dirty and untouchable. The voice then told me “You will stay here till you learn to move your way up”.
“WHAT STAY HERE?” I all but yelled totally shocked at the turn of events. Me who had so much money live in this hole.
“Yes” said the voice as if reading my mind. “If you had but tried to give just a little you would have stayed in the previous place. If you had given more than you had, you would stay in the top place. You chose not to. Now its time to repent. Once you have realized you will move up, though it might take time.
I settled down to a time where I would get a chance to look back and review every single word I said and every hatred filled action I took. I already could see me repenting for the cruel words I spoke and the hurt and pain I had caused others.
I thought, “Please give me another chance, GOD”.
I was raised in a very well to do family and I had always had the best of everything.
I had servants at my beck and call. I was driven everywhere by fancy cars. I always got all the new toys and anything I asked for. I wore the best clothes and went to the best school.
I did not get the only thing I wanted though.
My parents were always so busy they had no time for me. I only wanted them to spend time with me. At first they did not have time as they were busy building their careers.
Then over the years as I grew up I became spoilt and rude with my tantrums. I became more and more unbearable as I tried to get my parents attention. This in turn repulsed them and I grew worse.
I was married to a beautiful and kind woman but I must have driven her to dislike me as we had no children.
She passed away and for many years now I am alone.
I again tried to get the attention of all around me. Which would be by being mean and nasty and cruel to all around me. This distanced all my relatives from me.
Over the years I had amassed a lot of money from my parents and from my investments working out.
I knew money would work wonders with many people and so it did.
Those who did end up staying with me, be it the cook or my driver or my assistant or the assorted friends or family, were all there for the money.
Or should I say hopes of getting money from me. And in that process they did put up with all my insults and rude behavior.
I took greater joy in hording my money and became as the locals referred to as the Scrooge.
I dreamt of sleeping with all my money and going to die clutching all my money and then taking them with me after I die.
That is when it happened.
I felt a touch on my shoulders and I WOKE up. There I was in the Presence of light and a place where I could not feel my old rude and mean self. I knew right then something had happened.
I heard the voice again. “Wake Up”.
Now I was “fully awake”.
No more familiar surroundings. “What happened? “ I cried.
“Your dream is over. So wake up”, said the voice , a voice so gentle and pleasing I have never heard before.
“What are you talking about? A dream? Now where is my money???? I asked the voice. I was trying to be more rude and get my anger back which seemed impossible in the presence of this voice.
“Your money and that life was but a dream”, replied the voice now gentling making me walk along.
“Then I don’t want to wake up” said I my adamancy coming back.
“Well you have to. When the time is up”. Now I felt a firmness moving me forward and I knew there was no going back.
I tried hard to forget all the money I had clung to. I now knew it was not going to be of any use for me.
We passed through many levels where I could see many others being in this divine place.
There were many divine looking people wearing stunning rich robes and engaged in meditation. Then we moved to a lower level where there were ordinary looking people wearing mediocre clothes engaged in music and arts.
Then we moved lower where there were people dressed shabbily and doing nothing much.
Finally we reached a place which looked terrible and dirty and untouchable. The voice then told me “You will stay here till you learn to move your way up”.
“WHAT STAY HERE?” I all but yelled totally shocked at the turn of events. Me who had so much money live in this hole.
“Yes” said the voice as if reading my mind. “If you had but tried to give just a little you would have stayed in the previous place. If you had given more than you had, you would stay in the top place. You chose not to. Now its time to repent. Once you have realized you will move up, though it might take time.
I settled down to a time where I would get a chance to look back and review every single word I said and every hatred filled action I took. I already could see me repenting for the cruel words I spoke and the hurt and pain I had caused others.
I thought, “Please give me another chance, GOD”.
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Mindi wanted to try a different one so this blog. I think at some point in time one does wake up and realises the mistakes and harm done to others.So there will be a time to repent. And God will give another chance. Just little different blog . I am really glad you liked it.Posted 29th January 2009 at 06:56 AM by Anandchitra
- Roopa this is very different from my usual. I wanted to try on a more serious note.
Like you say those who have money for some reason indulge more and more in the wrong ways!
Thanks for stepping in:)Posted 29th January 2009 at 06:58 AM by Anandchitra -
A very nice philosophical one AC...
Rightly said...nothing comes with us at the end...only our reactions to the actions on the earth...
God gives us chances but it is we who fail to take note of those chances..
sriniketanPosted 30th January 2009 at 09:13 PM by Sriniketan - Bhargavi
I am delighted to see you here.
Yes this is a philosophical topic.
You have rightly said we can take nothing with us on the final journey.
Then what happens to the actions during our life time.
There is a huge consequence for every single action we do.
If we do good we do build up good karma and again that holds us in bondage.
If we do actions that hurt and harm others, I do not even want to begin to say the consequences. Much more drastic than my story for sure. Still some continue with their actions.
In the risk of turning this into a big lecture on philosophy, I will end with the words of Jesus Christ.
"Forgive them for they not what they do".Posted 31st January 2009 at 07:43 AM by Anandchitra - Dear AC,
There are many times i have asked for a second chance.If i am given a second chance to replay life there would be so many incidents,words & actions i would like to rectify.
KavithaPosted 1st February 2009 at 12:44 AM by kavitha nair 1
