There are things which completes my day. Few things always top the list to what I do when my day begins. One of the thing is going for jogging..coming back and watching birds in the sky with a cup of tea. Couple of days back I hurt my leg. I avoided the wound and didn't go for tetanus injection. Then it became serious. I discussed the same with a doctor and he is advising me that if the wound doesn't heels up we need to go for a surgery. Hope the medicine works, its been more than 2 weeks.
Today when I was cleaning the wound I couldn't see it when by mistake the scab over my wound got removed, I was thinking that how much one loves his body but times you yourself can't see it's interior, Not because of fear but because of disgust.
A passage echoed in my head which is of Buddhist philosophy. Buddha once said, "Regarding the body one should remember and contemplate that the body is only a combination of four elements (earth, water, fire, air), that it is filled with all sorts of loathsome matter, flesh, bone, skin, entrails, dirt, bile, phlegm, blood, pus, etc. Going to a cemetery (present day one should must go to Tower of silence where the Zoroastrian or Parsi community leave the body to be eaten by the vultures, etc) one should observe further how the dead body rots, decays, is eaten by dogs and vultures and afterwards gradually becomes reduced to and mixed up with the elements. By this intense contemplation he is easily able to remember what a body is: how loathsome, how perishable, how transitory!"
This brings me to think why this intense feeling for good sensation for the body let it be sex or good food? Thanks to my dear friend Navneet who made me thinks always how much secondary sex is. When I will fall in love at some point in my life I would surely try primarily to discover what is their under her skin, Under her skin their would be her thoughts, childhood (as I didn't have one), secrets, passion, what makes her cry and so much more.
A friend of mine mailed me a Galib shayari, "Hazaron khwahishien aise ki har khwahish par dum nikale, Bahut nikle mere armaan lekin phir bhi kam nikle". Meaning: Though many of my desires were fulfilled, majority remained unfulfilled.
Today when I was cleaning the wound I couldn't see it when by mistake the scab over my wound got removed, I was thinking that how much one loves his body but times you yourself can't see it's interior, Not because of fear but because of disgust.
A passage echoed in my head which is of Buddhist philosophy. Buddha once said, "Regarding the body one should remember and contemplate that the body is only a combination of four elements (earth, water, fire, air), that it is filled with all sorts of loathsome matter, flesh, bone, skin, entrails, dirt, bile, phlegm, blood, pus, etc. Going to a cemetery (present day one should must go to Tower of silence where the Zoroastrian or Parsi community leave the body to be eaten by the vultures, etc) one should observe further how the dead body rots, decays, is eaten by dogs and vultures and afterwards gradually becomes reduced to and mixed up with the elements. By this intense contemplation he is easily able to remember what a body is: how loathsome, how perishable, how transitory!"
This brings me to think why this intense feeling for good sensation for the body let it be sex or good food? Thanks to my dear friend Navneet who made me thinks always how much secondary sex is. When I will fall in love at some point in my life I would surely try primarily to discover what is their under her skin, Under her skin their would be her thoughts, childhood (as I didn't have one), secrets, passion, what makes her cry and so much more.
A friend of mine mailed me a Galib shayari, "Hazaron khwahishien aise ki har khwahish par dum nikale, Bahut nikle mere armaan lekin phir bhi kam nikle". Meaning: Though many of my desires were fulfilled, majority remained unfulfilled.
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