Why We Shout In Anger

A Hindu saint who was visiting river Ganges to take ba...th found a group of family members on the banks, shouting in anger at each other. He turned to his disciples smiled and asked.

'Why do people shout in anger shout at each other?'

Disciples thought for a while, one of them said, 'Because we lose our calm, we shout.'

'But, why should you shout when the other person is just next to you? You can as well tell him what you have to say in a soft manner.' asked the saint

Disciples gave some other answers but none satisfied the other disciples.
Finally the saint explained, .

'When two people are angry at each other, their hearts distance a lot. To cover that distance they must shout to be able to hear each other. The angrier they are, the stronger they will have to shout to hear each other to cover that great distance.

What happens when two people fall in love? They don't shout at each other but talk softly, Because their hearts are very close. The distance between them is either nonexistent or very small...'

The saint continued, 'When they love each other even more, what happens? They do not speak, only whisper and they get even closer to each other in their love. Finally they even need not whisper, they only look at each other and that's all. That is how close two people are when they love each other.'

He looked at his disciples and said.

'So when you argue do not let your hearts get distant, Do not say words that distance each other more, Or else there will come a day when the distance is so great that you will not find the path to return.'

CRIPPLED

I woke up 7 in the morning. There was a time in life when I used to sleep for 12 hours a day in my mom's lap. But I couldn't understand whether time has changed or its me who have metamorphosed. I put my foot in my slippers, I felt some numbness in my foot. It was common for me to have some night cramps in my leg, and wake up with some numbness. But this was different. It was much more intense.

I tried to walk but my legs were weak. Almost an hour had passed since I woke up but still my legs weren't working. I called my best friend to help me get up.

"You don't eat properly. Take some milk in the morning and eat properly. Nothing will happen to you." He said. 'How can less eating can cause numbness' I thought. Many people fast for long periods they don't get such weakness. I had to finally visit the worst possible place- HOSPITAL.

I met Dr. Kumar one of the best neuro doctor. The board read MBBS,MD,DNB and some degrees starting with F. How can somebody be so studious. It seems that the person never came second in life. Crap! I hated such guys.

"You are suffering from a syndrome known as GB syndrome" he said. Sounded like a short name for a disease. Maybe it was just a small error in something. "It is curable but you need some courage and motivation to recover. Its also possible that you may never walk again." he said with ease.
I couldn't react for few minutes. My mind was not responding. I should be sad but I was not. Maybe I didn't believe this genius.

Months passed away. I was now used to the injections and bottles and all the crappy ill-tasting medicines which they gave. I was given a wheel chair as a gift. Nice and handy for a crappy little crippled like me. Suddenly I hated the world, I hated the jokes, I hated everybody- friends and family everybody.
I was 'walking' in my wheel chair. I saw some children playing. I wanted to play now. I wanted to walk, run, jump and dance. Why me? What wrong did I do? I hated the world even more. There was no god. There was no good. I felt only hatred.

A guy passed along. He was on his fours but was able to walk faster than me. It seems like he was suffering from Polio. His legs didn't work permanently I guess.
I called him "Bhaiya ! What do you do for living?"
"I am the senior cashier in SBI." He said with a smile.
"How do you cope up with this disability. And how can you still smile?" I asked
"I smile with my lips and work with my mind. You are not handicapped until your mind works properly. And about my waling style. I feel I am normal and the whole world is walking abnormally."

I smiled and he walked away in his pace. It didn't matter whether I recovered or not. It didn't matter whether I was happy or not. Only one question popped inside me ' Who was more crippled me or him'

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Soubhagya Khare https://www.facebook.com/dr.soubhagyakhare