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The Coconut Tree

There is an old coconut tree in front of my grandfather’s home at Kaluthara ( Coastal city in Sri Lanka) . The tree was there for generations. I still can remember my grandfather looking at this tree from his nearby workshop. He was a carpenter. He chop, cut, shape timber into to beautiful wooden furniture’s and objects. He was a man with principals. He made his living by offering these beautiful furniture’s to daughters of rich fathers in our village. Who often had to buy these expensive furniture’s as dowry.  Sometime my grandfather offered his service free of charge to someone who can’t afford dowry. He said at the end only goodness remain. I remember the way he firmly declined the idea of cutting that huge count tree several times even to lucrative deals. For generations I couldn’t understand him.

It isn’t only me had this issue. My father was the first one to make argument to his father.

My father argued saying that coconut tree isn’t valuable as it used to be now, which gives little coconuts and also the threat to home in case of tropical windy monsoon. But grandfather steady as coconut tree never hesitate to change stance.

It took monsoon to realize the true meaning of that silent giant.

Somewhere in early nineties, during early monsoon, when rain nonchalantly hitting the roof making scathing noise, when I was just five, my father was thirty five and my grandfather was sixty five, three of us sit in a row next to each other in an old floor watching rain coming down. I fascinated looking at earth bugs appearing amid wet mist and our pet dog try to catch them. I saw my father and his father looking at coconut tree. It wag to the blowing wind but never breaks. Tenacity of that giant tree kept insisting blowing force of monsoon that it is still young to break. Stubborn to gives it up for whatever reason.

I went my grandfather’s home recently after sometime. It wasn’t the older place used to be twenty three years ago. New veranda, large rooms and whole floors are tiled with resplendent attraction to call a modern home. I find it pleasant and noticed that the floor three generations of sons used to sit is still there with tiles on it.

It start again. The monsoon. Unlike the older days it comes late this time.

I sit on the tiled floor. I recall two men who sit next to me. Both are gone now. But someone else still out there fighting for life. Taking rusty blows of monsoon wind. The true mark of champion is hesitate to give up just like this old coconut tree. It keep feeding fresh energy for life.

I sit on the floor, looked at tiny rain drops. I see shadow of mine next to me. It looks exactly like my father. I know that tree still there and the reason for my grandfather and father to respect it .

It takes time to read little things and connect them to your life, real trump of living is to find this connection.

Still coconut tree wag like good old days, but it never breaks.

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Purpose of Life

Simple question? What’s your purpose of life?  An Authentic, Mind-blowing question cross over minds from our existence. Ordinary and extraordinary men and woman, to analyses lengthwise and breadthwise tormenting brains at Princeton or chilling at Hawai beaches or perhaps having sex at a backseat of a Martute car amid extreme Mumbai traffic. People spent too much time searching answers to biggest retreat required for living, but still to find answers.

Perhaps you can find come close proximity to answer if you can find absolute truth behind what you see and act truthfully to what you feel; if someday extraordinary mind can measure amount of temptation while praying at churches asking salvation from god or count number of men lose dignity over emptied bottles or woman loose virginity over false temptation.

Life Purpose is to Change

I know remembering my question is a task for you all now??  Have you add reminder in your smart app.

I’m not going to give answers or make it worse.

It’s a paradox. Life purpose equation should have parameters as men + woman + god + temptation to find ultimate answers.

I know lot of extraordinary minds made deliberate effort by uploading YouTube  videos , writing exciting insight on blogs and books with heap of findings to empower and embrace people to find true purpose for their living. but badly problem continues for most.

People continue to search truth from Brothels, restaurants, music concerts, theaters, art galleries, testing labs to find answers. This, my dear friends is no difference. Here with no particular order I will make a silly attempt to scratch the surface of the matter.

To find answers I decided to ask from my friends.  Answers I got was fascinating & staggering, none of them want   ‘ to live happy’, ‘ to help others’, ‘ be better tomorrow’.  Lot of them want to ‘ marry the sexiest girl/boy in town’, ‘ earn six digits salary’, ‘ own brand new vehicle ‘. They keep chasing down a purpose, once they achieve again raise the requirements.

I asked same question from different set of people I met. These people were mostly beggars, homeless people, labors in street, people who earn and live below one dollar per day.  They seem to live in other spectrum of equation. Their answers were like ‘I need to eat everyday’, ‘new cloths ‘, ‘ good place to sleep’.

Well now it’s time for you to answer my question.

There is no correct or wrong answer. As wise old man, I expect a relatively correct answer. These answers would suit your own way of living and virtues of heart.

Have you answered as ‘be happy’?

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Separating from materials can bring inner peace and happiness is a relative truth.  You can’t live without materials or satisfaction; you need lot of them to be happy in life and also lot of other physical and mental ingredients.

The daunting truth of modern man has little difference with ape’s in jungle. We seek pleasure greater than our ancestors.  Our untamed desire for materials and physical satisfactions taken us to the moon. A place where only ego can live , a place where too many people worry about pot belly’s, size of sex organs, or shape of  their body (s). We continued to praise model and six pack abs beyond all realities. We keep praising hilarious reality shows, fake athletes and dilapidated politicians to take decisions of our future.

 We missed time, quality time need to spend with families over unwanted stupidity and fake glory.

Have you remembered my question?

It’s you should decide what’s worth for you to die for. A purpose worth to define who you and what you want in life.

I know I’m not answered the question. Perhaps I ignite something inside you to think a little more, something  within you.

First Perspective

Second Perspective

Third Perspective

Ha ha pretty interesting isn’t it 🙂

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