Defining Being

As you may know me.... I try to pen my feelings, with more honesty than with language and grammar. While reading the posts below you may experience what compelled me to write these.
While I was thinking of giving a name to my Blog; this came to me; "Nuances of Being"
Being "Me" is the best that I am at and hope that will show in the posts below

And Thanks for reading

~Nikhil




Wednesday, August 27, 2014

The Porcupine

I was walking in the evening near the playground where all the kids from the neighborhood gather in the evening and play. I have always seen the tall kid who seems to be much better player than others on almost anything they play. However other thing I had noted is that he usually screams at the kids not playing well and also mocks them for their lack of skill. That day I saw this superstar kid sitting in a corner away from the others and softly sobbing. When asked he told me that they all stop playing when he goes there. He complained that it was unfair on their part. So I thought I will tell him one of my stories. Below is a summary of that story; you may like the story irrespective of the ‘age’ and ‘game’ you are in.

Once there was a farmer who had a lot of compassion for the animals. He raised cows, Sheep, roosters and ducks. He would always feed them good food and take good care of them. He even knew a good deal of medicines to cure if God forbid one of them ever went sick. 

One day he thought that why only these animals, he should rather help all animals. So if he sees a sick rabbit in the fields he will bring it home and take care of it, some of these animals would never leave his house. So over a course of a few months his house became a small zoo with rabbits, Geese, Mice, doves and even a small antelope living in his house. The kids from village would come and play with the animals.

One night it rained heavily and in the morning while going to his field he saw a small baby porcupine lying half-conscious in a puddle. His compassionate heart went out for the poor animal. He tried to look around for the Porcupines parents but they were washed away in the recent rains. So he brought the porcupine home and nurtured it till it was healthy and started growing.

With the time and care it grew in to an adult with shiny and strong Quills. The quills were intimidating by themselves but the fear they caused was compounded by the anger that mister Porcupine could not control. Very often it will be angry on trivial things resulting in his quills rising on his back like a million pointed spears.

Soon the animals and the little kids who used to come to farmers house to play with the animals go so afraid of the Porcupine that no one would come near it. They all will wave from a distance. Even farmer’s daughter will leave its food a little far always afraid that it may harm her.

All this added to Porcupines unrest and anger and one day having had enough of un-love; the Porcupine stormed to the farmer and screamed “Bunny gets all the cuddling and the hugs and I get the neglect. I need to be treated equally.”

The farmer looked at the Porcupine with surprise and sorrow in his eyes; I wish I could help, he sighed. They can’t cuddle you because you don’t have furry back to pat or cuddle; and that is how you have been made by nature. So nothing can be done on that. However if you could just control your anger and don’t shoot up those quills as spears on everyone, that may help. You are different from those furry animals; if only you could use those differences as your strength instead of comparing and trying to be like the rabbits. The farmer concluded.

The porcupine understood and immediately decided to drop its anger. Slowly and with effort, it was able to control the anger and become very gentle. The kids started coming near it and the rabbits started playing with it (from a safe distance). But the biggest change came when the Porcupine understood the strength its quills bring. Now the porcupine is officially the protector of all the animals and the little kids who come to play in farmer’s house. They all tell how the Porcupine has scared the fox away with a display of his sharp speared quills and his mock anger (it doesn’t get angry anymore for real)

Farmer fondly tells the story to everyone about the Porcupine who complained that the Bunny gets all the cuddling and hugs while the porcupine gets none. And everyone laughs, even the Porcupine.


Moral of the Story: If we could learn to use our strengths instead of comparing our weaknesses against other’s strengths, or mocking at other's weaknesses; we can do a lot good to our surroundings but above all we can do a lot good to ourselves!

Friday, August 8, 2014

Choices (Choose Wisely !!!)

 The bedside clock was showing it in bold amber, I don’t know what woke me up; but my original plan was to wake up at 6AM.  I chose to stay in bed for another 30 minutes instead of getting up for workout. But I couldn't go back to sleep.

After a few minutes I was in the bathroom brushing my teeth and thinking that even before the day started for me it presented me with situation where I had to make a choice. And that keeps on going hour after hour day after day making millions of choices big small and in-between.

Shower now or go to Gym, cardio or strength, bread or cereal and so on; even before the work day starts
Change lane or stay, honk the aggressor or ignore, park in the basement or close to office door.

And then at work Confer or confront in the discussion, accept or ignore the suggestion, change or move with the flow, take sides or stay neutral,  offer help or wait for request, proactive or reactive or Zen.

I look at the mirror again and smiled. I felt very commanding with the authority to make choices. With this thought I lathered my face to shave off the stubble that had built up during my travel. But as razor worked on my face revealing the skin under the stubble; it struck me like lightening. What happens when I chose wrong?

And it was obvious, Not that only I make my Choices; My Choices in turn Make ME
The power, that I had felt a few minutes ago, dissolved with this new found insight. While dissolving it made way for another sentiment. Responsibility!


 As I have read in a book (and loosely quote here) “Responsibility - The ability to Choose your response to the situations life presents” 

I have written this line many times, but for the 1st time I used a bold lettered “CHOOSE” as that gives sense to the entire teaching.

Self-reminder “Always Choose wisely” because
I make my CHOICES and my CHOICES make ME !!

Also Posted at http://timesofindia.speakingtree.in/public/spiritual-blogs/seekers/self-improvement/choices-choose-wisely 

Wednesday, August 6, 2014

So Long Comics King

“Hiding them in the school bag, hoping that parents or teachers do not find out….” Number of times I have done that and most of my friends did it too. Comics, something that made us fly in our imagination as kids. Comics that made us laugh and smile even scared. Comics that we held so dear, reading them, exchanging them, trying to mimic the characters and even struggling to convince parents (some time teachers too) to dress up as a favorite comic character in the fancy dress competitions instead of a famous politician or sport star.
We rarely had the Marvel or Spectrum versions, but we never missed them. Who needs a superhero from another country when you have your own Chacha Cahudhary (whose brain processes faster than the computer) with his Saboo (the Giant from Jupiter, Volcanos explode on nearby planets when Saboo gets angry) and Rocket (the cute dog) and a whole bunch of sinister yet silly villains. There was the sweet and plump chachi and many more. Biloo, who multiple times, appeared and acted just like me or my friends. And Pinki the girl next door.

There were so many stories, so many situations. Millions of laughs and giggles for many years just got silent today to say goodbye to the creator of all these characters and the sweet stories that are a part of millions of Indians childhood.

Pran Sir as you had said"If I could put a smile on the face of people, I would consider my life successful"You have been extremely successful as you had put millions smiles on millions of faces for so many years. Millions of us who grew up in India in 80s and later salutes your Very successful life today.


Rest in Peace and I am sure heaven dwellers will have some great stories to hear and some good laughs, now that you are there.

PS: My day started with reading this sad news of the death of Mr. Pran. And have decided to read a few Chacha Cahudhary comics later in the day to make me smile; grief will not be the right goodbye to him