Darshanas Corner

Monday, April 14, 2008

Knowing yourself right...

Can you measure how good you are at something? Is it a relative measure?
Lets consider an example of painting.
Say you can paint, or maybe you think you can paint.
How will you determine if you are really good at it or not? You will find many people telling you, that you are really good and that they cannot paint to save their lives. Well but if you compare yourself to great artists like Van Gogh you are nothing. Its unfair to not know your true worth. Are you sure you are the best person for a job?
There is overconfidence and underconfidence in oneself and there is knowing oneself right. How can someone know that 'right'?
Is it not what people think about your work? But then different people have different opinions... and even your own opinion might be biased..

Wednesday, April 09, 2008

Rain again.......

There were some showers to relieve us from the scorching sun lately, and I thanked God that I reached home on time and didnt get wet.
As I was thinking of the rain I remembered when I was child how I loved to collect rain water in a mug (it was a red coloured plastic mug :) ). I used to lose patience waiting for it to get filled and would end up with hardly any water in it. Our varandah had a wooden partition and I used to climb up on it and sit watching the rain.
Watching the water trickle from the leaves, rain drops forming designs in the puddles, rain water forming a stream flowing calmly.... And then when the rain stopped I made paper boats and played with them in the puddles :) My mom never let me get wet in the rain, so thats one thing I think I missed out doing as a child.
Even the thunderstorms were interesting. There were huge trees around my house, and they used to sway vigourously with the wind. I used to watch them, praying that they should not fall on my house :P I tried to evaluate all possible directions in which a tree could fall. I stayed there watching, until I got tired or the storm stopped.
Wish I could go back to the times when I would sit and admire the rains again.............

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