Jul 25, 2010


In India and the world, major population is now entering into the service class, where people work for somebody else, get their task done, and in return get money;  I would just like to analyze about the people who  work to get money, and about those who get their work done , in order to achieve their goal.

I was contemplating on this thing since a long time, and now finally decided to write something on it. I use to put a question to myself that why do i work(I am also a one who work for others), and in a broader sense why does anybody work(for the others motive); and I only came to the conclusion that everybody works for money, with which they can have happiness in their lives, but is it really true that the means that people adopt to have or what say buy happiness is right.

This then signifies that money can only buy happiness, and if that is not so then one can only achieve happiness by working for others. Actually, I can only derive this conclusion from the condition in which we work, that is we go to office to earn money, and we earn money to buy happiness.In directly, we go to office to buy happiness. Now, comes a point that happiness can never be bought, which in itself is a paradox.

We know from our inner selves that  it is not the money which is giving us happiness, because in this major chunk of service population, not all are satisfied with their job, but they are continuing this thing because of the pre-conceived thought that they are in the selling store of happiness, that money is the only ingredient of happiness, and still they have breakdown because of professional tension.

Happiness is something which makes you feel good about anything, whether you eat a vada pav at some lorry, or eat a sizzler in some good restaurant.
Sometimes it happens with me that, I get bored of going to restaurants, and that day I go to some small shop and eat something, which I would have not eaten for years; the delight in eating that thing, and that instantaneous  feeling according to me is happiness; of feeling good in ourselves without any illusion, pretension of anything.

Lets take one more example, of two people graduated from same college, with almost equal marks, but got different jobs in different companies; one got a very high paying job in a very big organization, while the other got a job in a small company, and almost at half the salary of what the other one was getting; the difference comes when we look into their job profile, man with a high paying salary has a clerical job from 8am to 5 pm, he goes home happily in the evening, and wastes his whole day in cursing the same company about its bad management and system; while the other one work 12 hours a day without any boundation from the company, and most importantly enjoys the work, and even sometimes work on holidays.

Now, who is more happier, one who is earning high, or one who is loving his work; I am of course not implicating that money is not needed in one’s life, obviously it is needed but it should not be the driving factor of life, in fact it should be the important customer of life’s market, but not the only customer.

It should also not be taken as that one who doesn’t love his work, should leave the job, actually one should learn to love the work and in the process, he would find himself doing only that work, which actually would have wanted to do happily.

If  you start loving  your work, no matter with a considerable amount of salary, then your life will get gelled with happiness and smiles.

Jul 10, 2010


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I remember, last time when I went to Khirkiya, my grand father’s place, a small village in Madhya Pradesh near to Itarsi, I was very much influenced by the life of the people there.

They use to wake up early in the morning, and start their daily activities even before the sun rises. Women would go to that river near by to fetch water, would get the fresh milk from the cattle, and their aroma in the early morning create positive vibes in the homes.

Kids would wake up early, and would give a helping hand to their mother and father in the early morning activities, before going to school. Men would only open their shop after doing morning prayers.

People there use to be so naive and led very simple life. Their life was confided in that village only, but they use to live like it was a complete world to them. They had all the things needed for a happy life, which was a 'good and positive attitude'.

They use to live like a family, and shared good and bad times amongst themselves, where at the time of marriage in somebody’s place, whole village would celebrate, and not a single home would lit a lamp at the time of death.

I remember, once there I had an opportunity to have a ride in a bullock cart to a farm situated in the adjoining area of the village. 

Riding in a bullock cart was in itself an awesome experience, and especially because it was a first timer. The continuous tinkling of the bells moving with the bullocks, the irregular slapping of hunter, the aroma of the market, temples, farm, cattle, fields, and the people passing by along with the tip top tow sound of bullocks made the journey unforgettable.

As we reached the village, I found many men and women working, with baskets on their back or a cutting knife and a dagger in their hand working in the field. There was a well there, which they used for irrigation purposes.One farmer came to me and having confirmed that I was no harm,  showed me what all he was growing, then we discussed about his routine, and how his work changes with the seasons. He described all the things very excitingly, but slowly his reactions changed, because he had a shortage of water and electricity, and only due to which he was expecting a major loss this time.

But he also informed me about one thing, that there was a society called ‘Happy Farming’, which was going to give them a generator on loan, with manageable terms, and an additional facility of water for their farms; that time I could see a ray of hope in his eyes, a hope for his motherland, for his village, for his family.

After two days, some agents visited the village to meet the farmers there, and gave them the assurance of getting the generators and the extra facility of pipeline installed.
It was the first open interaction of the village people with the outside world, with the people who came in never seen before cars, wearing some strange outfits.

I didn’t get the opportunity to see that happiness when the generators installed there, I suppose it was the beginning of the modernization of that village.

Ten years have passed since I last visited here, and this time with the eagerness to see the village I closed my eyes and was lost in the scent of the fields coming from the window seat of the train. I was lost in the running sound of the train and the flowing scent of the fields.

I found the railway station clean and big with digital displays of train’s information, and was happy to see that village had really developed in those ten years. There were various shops in the area adjoining to station selling different types of items that a traveler could require, and then to my utter amazement there was also a three storey hotel outside just outside the station. There were internet cafes, small restaurants, shopping complex and almost everything that one could expect to buy from money. That night I had a sound sleep in my grand father’s place, with a thought to wake up early to go to that same farm, where I visited last time.

There was some thing changed in the mornings there, not much people were around except some old ladies cleaning the courtyard of their homes. At first I didn’t notice a change, and proceeded to catch a bullock cart, but I forgot that the time had changed, and now there was an auto only. Bullock carts were there but only for transferring bigger things to farms or near by areas.

 I reached that farm in not more than 5 min. I found no body there except a barren piece of land and was a bit confused and shocked on seeing that, I wondered here and there, and then saw at some distance an old man sitting facing his land. I went to him, and found that he was the same man whom I met ten years earlier, but I soon realized that he didn’t seem to remember me. I asked him about this land, and he told me that there was no body to look after it, and that his sons work as a waiter in the hotel near to railway station. He explained, “My grand children spend their time watching T.V and playing, so there is no body left to look over the land. My children want to leave the village, to earn more and more money, and so they are working in that hotel for the search of an opportunity. I have everything here, electricity, water but nobody to look after it; I don’t know what to do” 

I after sympathizing with him, told auto driver to leave, and started walking back to village. I then realized the whole condition of what had happened in those ten years. People came here and modernized the village, gave village various mundane things, but didn’t tell them how to use them. The people here got lost in that illusion and nobody realized what had happened with them, and now there was no turning back.

I then understood why all the markets were closed in that early time in the morning, and why there were only old ladies busy in there morning activities. If this continued, then a day is not far enough when this village would be covered with greed, allusion, fame and pretension every where. There would be malls coming in these barren lands in the coming future, and if that happened with every village then at first the city which the people here were following would be vanished first, and then the village itself. People need to realize that modernization is just a change which would come with time, and which is good of course but people  also need to understand the effects of the modernization in their changing life style.

I got up when the train suddenly stopped at the Khirkiya railway station, and on seeing people here and there realized the end of my dream. I was moving slowly and observing the things around, and then wished ‘Please God, don’t make my dream come true”

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