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Wake Up
Posted 25th January 2009 at 08:18 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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Another chance never comes . But we can always get a chance to learn from stories like these. Very well written AC.
Though I did feel a little sad for the protagonist suffering from an Attention Seeking trend albeit negatively. Had the AST been tackled since childhood probably the story wouldve been different.
But it is indeed sad that people resort to inhuman mannerisms of living ,sitting on the throne of money and thinking that this is the way to rule. At the end of the day they must realise that there is still a world to live , where you need to atone for all the evil actions.
Like they say money can buy you a luxurious bed but not sleep. All that you buy with money is ostentatious. Nothing and no one remembers you after. It is your character for which you can reach the place nearer to GOD.
Great blog AC.
Love,
DevikaPosted 26th January 2009 at 01:18 AM by Devika Menon
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very apt
one swamiji i once heard on tele said....
after we die , what ever we have will be taken away by others, so why not give it away while living... this way we will get the satisfaction and joy which we will not get otherwise.
seeing from your story's point of view , we can get some punya too out of it.
what selfish beings we are .. we see some thing in return of giving too.he..he..he what has GOD created.Posted 26th January 2009 at 03:41 AM by muzna -
Devika well said about buying a bed not sleep. If it is not money the world is of people with a trait as evil as the love of money.Posted 26th January 2009 at 07:29 AM by Anandchitra - Muzna nice to read your comment.. and agree with you. God has created well but looks like we mess up along the way. Thanks:)Posted 26th January 2009 at 07:30 AM by Anandchitra
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Hi AC,
That was a spine chilling blog !What a horrendous end !
I just peeped in here...got a few moments off now from the visits !
The Uncle / Aunty SCROOGES have to be pitied ....imagine what lonely desolate lives their tribes live . They do not realise the joy that comes from giving or sharing.In reality they are living in poverty compared to those who earn a pittance yet know how to share and
bring a smile to another human being's face by the mere act of giving.The Scrooges of the world therefore lead impoverished lives bereft of love and not experiencing the richness that is added to life by the act of giving to another.It is by giving that we enrich our lives in myriad ways
Great narration AC !
love,
PAULINAPosted 26th January 2009 at 08:17 AM by Paulina
