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It’s very strange how our priorities change with the passing of time. when I was a little child I used to pray for toys, and chocolates and a brand new gun, preferably from Leo, that my father was so reluctant to give me. We were very poor then and my father had to overwork for a decent living.

Frankly, thanks to this great man, we never felt the pinch of poverty. We had the best of foods, best of clothes and best of schools for education. And thanks to him, I finally got my Leo gun.

So when that wish was fulfilled, I wished for a bicycle. Father brought me a bicycle. A lady’s cycle, so that my sister, when she grows up can use that.

At the age of sixteen, being a prurient adolescent, I wished for a particular girl. I wished for her till I was 19. And I still wish her, sometimes, although she is happily married. But since, this time my father was not around to fulfill my dreams, I never got it get done. I never could propose to that girl and was devastated to know she was getting married. True to the Bollywood style, I even prayed to God that she might become happy in her life. Frankly, I wished the otherwise.

When I was 21, I wished to get a girlfriend. I got one too. Soon I started wishing I get rid of her. That wish also came true. Again I wished if I could get her back. But never tried. Was tired of my wishes. Besides, didn’t want to sacrifice that lovely soul to my whims and fancies. My weird wishes.

Now that I have grown up and have started realizing that wishing is a bad thing and that you should let your life go by. Float as it is, still I love to wish. I wish I get a good wife. I wish I get good children, I wish I have a happy family of my own.

As always, I am never satisfied when my wishes get fulfilled. I am sure if I would have got that girl I looked for, I would have started hating her. and now I am sure if I get a good wife, a happy family, I would start discounting them as signs of mediocrity.

So these days I am wishing that I stop wishing altogether. Saves a lot of effort and heart-breaks.

Comments

Nautilus said…
What's with the darkness Ghetu? Are we experiencing a "Black" period a la Picasso? ;-)

Jokes apart, if you want to stop wishing, you might as well pack your "lota-kambal" and head out to the Himalayas! Whats the point of waking up in the morning if you don't have a wish to fulfill...
Anando Rocks said…
Hmmmm...good brother. These are all good signs. This means that you are maturing. What are our so called "wishes" ? Nothing but a mind trap. Get rid of it. You are on right track. Just float with the life. let the things happen. Life will become beautiful. Amen...
Yves said…
Thanks for this Ghetu! I like the way you observe and report, without theorising or judging---if that is truly the case! For I also wonder how much we are influenced by our culture, particularly that Indian culture of Buddhism and Vedanta which has spread so much across the world, and which suggests we rid ourselves of desires.
Anonymous said…
wishes.. unquenchable thirst...
rip van winkle said…
dear gehtu,nice post.
just wandering..which one would make u more blissful..

finding something you had always wished for..or..suddenly finding a beautiful thing which u had never wished?
If wishes were horses beggars would ride, eh? But I still like the way you write this. Makes one wonder about wishing anything at all.
Ghetufool said…
nautilus,
don't know about picasso, but am suffering from what all great men sufferd...depression. may be that explains the BLACK.

swami anondo,
beautiful observation. so when your are getting married?
Ghetufool said…
yves,
thanks for the compliment. i am deeply influenced by vedanta and budhism. but sadly, i don't or can't follow them. mere mortals with petty interests that i am.
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Ghetufool said…
ni-V,
i am trying to quench the thirst by not drinking at all. you know, that urge dispears.

dear rip,
thanks. i guess, i would go for the second one. welcome to my blog.

M,
don't quit wishing reading my post. you might mention my name on your suicide note.
Anonymous said…
Good observation. I wish u keep writing like this.
Anando Rocks said…
Marriage? What marriage? Anando ko shadi ke bandhan main bandhna mushkil hi nahi, namumkin hain. Ha...Ha...Ha...
Shuv said…
if one stops wishing, one stops living i guess..one might say that its good to stop wishing for worldly comforts and selfish gains (i dont, i definitely wish for those as well)..but shouldn't one wish for a better world or a better future for our children?
Feroze said…
From wants spring desire; from desire springs sorrow - Buddha

According to Buddhist teachings, craving or desire spring from the notion that if one's desires are fulfilled they will lead to lasting happiness. Such beliefs result in further cravings and desires and the repeated enactment of activities to satisfy those desires. - Wikipedia
rip van winkle said…
dear feroze,i think one thing needs to be understood...the priorities of a saint and the priorities of a 'family' man are diametrically opposite.

money,security,power,fame are of paramount importance to a social man..All these have no meaning to a true saint...and conversely...does 'enlightenment'mean anything to you?

if just by reading scriptures people could become enlightened then there would be millions of buddhas in this world just by spending 175 bucks!(thats the market price of the 'Diamond Sutras' of Buddha)...
rip van winkle said…
dear shuv,'a better world' will not happen unless the 'man' changes.

and the the 'man' will not change simply by 'wishing'!
Anando Rocks said…
Dear all,

Singing one Baul song for you:

"Nothing has happened, and nothing will happen...

What is there is there.
Scanning the cosmos, you waste your hours.

He is here, in this little body. In this little vessel, he has made his abode.

The God of the Gods, the king of the kings.

The beloved."

See for yourself. Amen...
Ghetufool said…
shuv & feroze,
i guess i have nothing to say after rip's wise piece.

anondo,
we will wait and see.
Feroze said…
rip van winkle, you are so right man. god bless.
Anonymous said…
ekhane shob hebby hi-funda kotha barta choleche dekhtei pacchi...amar intellect-er baire. duto kotha bolbo tobuo. akta content niye...chaite na parle manush-i thakbo na. onyo ta form niye...i miss your humour.

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