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ஒரு மனிதன் இரவில் மலைவழியாய்ப் பயணப் பட்டுக் கொண்டிருந்த போது பாறை ஒன்று இடறிவிட்டது. ஆனால் அவன் அருகிலிருந்த மரத்தின் கிளையைப் பற்றிவிட்டான். அந்தப் பிரதேசம் மிக ஆழமான பள்ளத்தாக்குகளைக் கொண்டதானதால் அவனுக்கு அந்தக் கிளையை விட்டால் அதல பாதாளத்தில் விழுந்து மாண்டுபோவோம் என்ற பயம். இரவு முழுவதும் அதைப் பற்றிக் கொண்டு உதவி கேட்டு கத்திக் கொண்டிருந்தான். அவன் குரல் எதிரொலியாகத் திரும்பி வந்ததேயன்றி எந்த உதவியும் கிட்டவில்லை. குளிர் வாட்டியது. பிடி வழுகியது. கைகள் துவண்டு கொண்டே வந்தன . எந்த நிமிடமும் பிடி தளர்ந்து பாதாளத்தில் விழுந்து மரணமடைவோம் என்ற பயத்தோடேயே அவன் இரவு முழுவதையும் கழித்தான். சூரியனின் முதல் கதிர் வெளிவரவும்தான் அவனது காலுக்கு அரையடி கீழே ஒரு பெரிய பாறை இருந்தது தெரியவந்தது. அவன் அந்தப் பிடியை விட்டிருந்தால் இரவு முழுவதும் அந்தப் பாறையில் நிம்மதியாக உறங்கி நேரத்தைக் கழித்திருக்கலாம்.
கதையின் நீதி: பயம் அரையடி ஆழமுடையதே. அதனைப் பிடித்துத் தொங்கிக் கொண்டு வாழ்வை நரகமாக்குவதும் அதனை விட்டொழித்து வாழ்வை சொர்க்கமாக்குவதும் நம் கையில்தானிருக்கிறது.
இதுக்கும் பாக்யராஜுக்கும் என்ன சம்பந்தம்னு டார்லிங் டார்லிங் டார்லிங் படம் பார்த்தவங்களுக்குப் புரிஞ்சிருக்கும். படத்தின் க்ளைமாக்ஸில பாக்யராஜ் தற்கொலை பண்ணிக்கறதுக்காக மலை உச்சிக்குப் போவார். பூர்ணிமா அவரைத் தடுக்கறதுக்காக பதறி ஓடுவாங்க. உச்சில போய் அவரோட திருட்டு முழியோட நிப்பார். பூர்ணிமா திகைச்சுப் போய்ப் பார்த்துட்டு விழுந்து விழுந்து சிரிப்பாங்க. காரணம் என்னன்னா மலை உச்சிக்கு அந்தப்பக்கம் அவர் எதிர்பார்த்தபடி பாதாளம் இருக்காது . சமதளம் இருக்கும். அங்க உள்ள ரோடுல மனுஷங்க நடந்துக்கிட்டிருப்பாங்க. கார் எல்லாம் போய்க்கிட்டிருக்கும். பாக்யராஜோட ட்ரேட் மார்க் காமெடி க்ளைமாக்ஸ் அது :-)
posted by நிலா @ 10:03 AM
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In of the Rajini's movies, a story as told by Osho was depicted. Snethil , Rajini and their friends go to see bride for Senthil and Senthil wears Rajini's dress. they introduce him as bridegroom but the the dress he is wearing is Rajini's . It goes like this... I think this is from the book From Sex to Superconciuousness
The text is here:
One Sunday a poor farmer was leaving his house and at the gate he met a childhood friend who had come to see him. The farmer said, "Welcome! But where have you been for so many years? Come in! Look, I have promised to see some friends and it would be difficult to postpone the visit, so please rest in my house. I will be back in an hour or so. I will return soon and we can have a long chat."
The friend said, "Oh no, wouldn't it be better if I were to come with you? Yet my clothes are very dirty. If you can just give me something fresh, I will change and come along with you."
Sometime before, the king had given the farmer some valuable clothes and the farmer had been saving them for some grand occasion. Joyfully, he brought them out. His friend put on the precious coat, the turban, the dhoti and the beautiful shoes. He looked like the king himself. Looking at his friend, the farmer felt a bit jealous; in comparison he looked like a servant. He began to wonder if he had made a mistake, giving away his best outfit, and he began to feel inferior. Now everyone would look at his friend, he thought, and he would look like an attendant, like a servant.
He tried to calm his mind by thinking of himself as a good friend and as a man of God. He would think only of God and of noble things, he decided. "After all, of what importance is a fine coat or an expensive turban?" But the more he tried to reason with himself, the more the coat and the turban encroached on his mind.
On the way, although they were walking together, passers-by only looked at his friend; nobody noticed the farmer. He began to feel depressed. He chatted with his friend, but inside he was thinking about nothing else but that coat and turban!
They reached the house they were intending to visit and he introduced his friend: "This is my friend, a childhood friend. He is a very lovely man." And suddenly he blurted, "And the clothes? They are mine!"
The friend was stunned. Their hosts were also surprised. He realized as well that the remark had been uncalled for, but then it was too late. He regretted his blunder and reproached himself inwardly.
Coming out of the house, he apologized to his friend.
The friend said, "I was thunderstruck. How could you say something like that?"
The farmer said, "Sorry. It was just my tongue. I made a mistake."
But the tongue never lies. Words only pop out of one's mouth if there is something on one's mind; the tongue never makes a mistake. He said, "Forgive me. How such a thing was uttered, I do not know." But he knew full well that the thought had surfaced from his mind.
They started for another friend's house. Now he had firmly resolved not to say that the clothes were his; he had steeled his mind. By the time they had reached the gate he had reached an irrevocable decision that he would not say the clothes were his.
That poor man didn't know that the more he resolved not to say anything, the more firmly rooted the inner awareness that the clothes belonged to him became. Moreover, when are such firm decisions made? When a man makes a firm resolution, like a vow of celibacy for example, it means that his sexuality is pushing desperately from inside. If a man resolves he will eat less or will fast from today on, it implies he has a deep desire to eat more. Such efforts inevitably result in inner conflict. We are what our weaknesses are. But we decide to curb them; we resolve to fight against them -- and naturally, this becomes a source of subconscious conflict.
So, engaged in inner struggle, our farmer went into the house. He began very carefully: "He is my friend" -- but he noticed that nobody was paying any attention to him; that everybody was looking at his friend and at his clothes with awe, and it struck him, "That is my coat! And my turban!" But he reminded himself again not to talk about the clothes. He was resolved. "Everybody has clothes of some kind or another, poor or rich. It is a trivial matter," he explained to himself. But the clothes swung before his eyes like a pendulum, to and fro, to and fro.
He resumed the introduction: "He is my friend. A childhood friend. A very fine gentleman. And the clothes? Those are his, and not mine."
The people were surprised.
They had never before heard such an introduction: "The clothes are his and not mine"!
After they had left, he again apologized profusely. "A big blunder," he admitted. Now he was confused about what to do and what not to do. "Clothes never had a hold on me like this before! Oh God, what has happened to me?"
What had happened to him? The poor fellow did not know that the technique he was using on himself is such that even if God himself tried it, the clothes would grab hold of him also!
The friend, now quite indignant, said he would not go any further with him. The farmer grabbed his arm and said, "Please don't do that. I would be unhappy for the rest of my life, having shown such bad manners to a friend. I swear not to mention the clothes again. With my whole heart, I swear to God I will not mention the clothes any more."
But one should always be wary of those who swear because there is something much deeper involved when one resolves something. A resolution is made by the surface mind, and the thing against which the resolution has been taken remains inside in the labyrinths of the subconscious mind. If the mind were divided into ten parts, it would only be one part, just the upper part, that was committed to the resolve; the remaining nine parts would be against it. The vow of celibacy is taken by one part of the mind, for example, while the rest of the mind is mad for sex -- while the rest is crying out for that very thing that has been implanted in man by God.
But for the moment, be that as it may.
They went to a third friend's house. The farmer held himself back rigorously. Restrained people are very dangerous, because a live volcano exists inside them. Outwardly they are rigid and full of restraint, while their urge to let go is tightly harnessed inside.
Please remember, anything that is forced can neither be continuous nor complete because of the immense strain involved. You have to relax sometime; sometime you have to rest. How long can you clench your fist? Twenty-four hours? The tighter you clench it, the more it tires, and the more quickly it will open up. Work harder, expend some more energy, and you will tire even more quickly. There is always a reaction to an action, and it is always just as prompt. Your hand can remain open all the time, but it cannot remain clenched in a fist all the time. Anything that tires you cannot be a natural part of life. Whenever you force something, a period of rest is bound to follow. And so, the more adept a saint is, the more dangerous he is. After twenty-four hours of restraint, following the rules of the scriptures, he will have to relax for at least an hour, and during this period there will be such an upsurge of suppressed sins he will find himself in the midst of hell.
So, the farmer held himself rigorously in check so as not to speak of the clothes. Imagine his condition.
If you are even a little religious, you can imagine his state of mind. If you have ever been sworn in, or taken a vow, or restrained yourself for some religious cause, you will understand the pitiable state of his mind very well.
They went into the next house. The farmer was perspiring all over; he was exhausted. The friend was also worried.
The farmer was frozen with anxiety. Slowly and carefully he uttered each and every word, of the introduction: "Meet my friend. A very old friend, he is. A very nice man, he is."
For a moment he faltered. A huge push came from inside. He knew he was washed up. He blurted aloud, "And the clothes? Pardon me, I won't say anything about them, because I have sworn not to say anything at all about the clothes!"
What happened to this man has happened to the whole of mankind. Because of condemnation, sex has become an obsession, a disease, a perversion. It has become poisoned.
From an early age children are taught that sex is sin. A girl grows and a boy grows; adolescence comes and they are married -- then a journey into passion commences in the set conviction that sex is sin. In India the girl is also told her husband is God. How can she revere as God someone who takes her in sin? The boy is told, "This is your wife, your partner, your mate." The scriptures say that woman is the gate to hell, a well of sin, and now the boy feels he has a living demon as his life's partner.
சோதனைக் காலங்களில் எனக்கு நானேச் சொல்லிக் கொள்ளும் குட்டிக் கதை இது... :)
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