The Forgotten Race: Return of the Hare

The race was done and dusted. The hare had lost to the tortoise. His heart sank, his confidence hit rock bottom, and his ego packed its bags and left. He retired to a land far, far away—basically the forest version of “I’m deleting Instagram and going off-grid.”

Days turned into weeks, weeks into years. Every morning he woke up thinking: “I’m a loser, I lost to a walking rock with legs. How embarrassing!” He felt like a loser, heartbroken, insulted, and betrayed by his own speed.

But time has a funny way of softening even the sharpest wounds. Years later, the hare was calmer, leaner, and slightly obsessed with staring at clouds. One day, while walking, he spotted a monkey monk meditating under a tree. The monk looked so calm that even the mosquitoes respected his vibe.

The hare shuffled closer. He waited till the monkey opened his eyes. The monkey asked him why is he here?

“Sir, I lost one race and the world branded me a fool. Am I forever a loser?”

The monkey monk didn’t answer the hare directly. Instead, he said:

“Go wander, listen, and bring back what the world believes about speed.”

So the hare went exploring. He asked the birds, the deer, the squirrels, even the tortoise himself. And everywhere he went, the answer was the same:

“Obviously, the hare is faster.”

Nobody mentioned the race. Nobody remembered the lesson. The story had faded, but the stereotype remained.

The hare was baffled. “Wait… so I lost, but everyone still thinks I’m faster? Did I suffer all those years for nothing?”

The hare returned, ears drooping.

“Sir, everyone says I’m faster. They’ve forgotten the race. They’ve forgotten my defeat.” 

The monkey monk chuckled:

“Exactly. The world remembers labels, not lessons. They see your speed, not your stumble. That’s why you must remember the truth yourself. A lost day doesn’t mean you are good or bad, it means you must keep showing up with intent and effort. The tortoise showed up every step. You must show up every day.”

The hare stood before the monk, no longer drooping, but smiling. He realized something powerful: the world had forgotten the race, but he had remembered the lesson. And that made all the difference.

He wasn’t just “fast” anymore—he was wiser, steadier, and more determined. His defeat had not destroyed him; it had rebuilt him. The tortoise had shown him the value of persistence, and the monk had reminded him that one lost day doesn’t define anyone.

The hare’s story was no longer about defeat, it was about growth. He became a symbol of resilience: proof that one stumble doesn’t define you, but how you rise after it does.

The Ayodhya Column

       

     

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 When the God created man and woman in the form of Adam and Eve, he was so pleased with his creation that he decided, they will stay with him forever. They lived in Eden; another of God's master piece, a garden. With greenery all the time. With flowers blooming all the time. With fruits hanging all the time. Of all these fruits there was a fruit red in color, shaped like an apple; hanging on a dense green tree. Adam and Eve were allowed by the God to eat all fruits, but this one. They called it the forbidden fruit. It is said that it’s in human nature to try the forbidden. This happened to Adam and Eve as well. They took a bite from the fruit. The wrath of God unveiled. Adam and Eve got expelled from the Eden just for their interest in the forbidden fruit. They pleaded and apologized. Only as a sign of some mercy, God asked them to go to earth and populate it, but God himself will not live with them on earth. With heavy heart Adam and Eve did relocate to earth and became the first human inhabitants of earth. Earth was a place close to God's heart, his favorite planet. However, in order to punish Adam and Eve for their deeds God decided never to visit earth. Hundreds of years passed, human dominated the earth, they were ruling over all other forms of life, formulated by the God. Adam and Eve were not there anymore, but their legend was alive. Those legends kept the concept of god in the human mind. Nevertheless, God himself had decided that he would never visit the earth so did he. 

       Finally, one day the king of humans decided that he would invite God on the earth. He started constructing a big temple where the God would live. Hired several priests to serve “The Almighty”. Spread the words that God will soon be on earth. He then started praying the god in order to invite him. After long prayers that lasted for years, God finally agreed to revisit earth and live with once his favorite creation; human. He gave a date when he would arrive and start living on earth. The news spread like wildfire. People went insane. Each and every person was willing to prove as a bigger devotee of God than anyone else. Everyone was trying to prove that he had more right on God than anyone else. That faithful day, thousands chaotically queued. They had garlands of flowers. Each bigger than the other. They had offerings in the form of sweets. Inform of fruits. Milk. Grain. Wine. And what not. They were fighting with each other to reach the God first, to offer their things before others could. Fighting to prove that their garland was better. Fighting to prove that the fragrance of their flower was better. Fighting to prove that their offering was better. The priests could see that from the temple that was supposed to be God's abode on the earth. The huge crowd actually frightened and pleased them at the same time. They saw an opportunity for themselves in the crowd. The priests looked at each other and winked. 

       The God appeared at the designated time in the temple. Anxiety in the crowd reached new levels. They started running towards god. Chaos and more chaos. The priests played their card. One said those with milk, coconut come towards me. Another priest said those with wine follow me. Third said I am the priest for those carrying dates. And so on. All claimed to offer them a better path to the same and only God who appeared in the temple. People in different queues ran towards the God. They ran over each other. Each person wanted to prove he could reach God faster and easier than any other. All of them wanted to show that their offering for their God was better than all others. They did not care about their fellow devotees or even the God. Those who managed to reach near the God started putting their offerings, flowers, garlands near God. They started throwing their gifts towards the God. Finally, the ordeal came to an end. People ran out of offerings; they ran out of energy. Those who survived looked around. The bodies which they ran over. Bodies that they pushed and hit in order to reach the God first. And finally, they looked for the God. No one could find him. They could only see a pile of offerings. A pile with flowers, garlands, sweets, fruits, grain, coconut, dates, wine barrels, milk containers, among the other things. The priests started moving things they wanted from the pile and stocking them by their side. At the end they found the God, found the God dead. They were scared, each group started blaming the other. However, no use. The God died of suffocation and weight of wishes and offerings, or perhaps of the shock when he saw the way once his favourite creation behaved. 

         The king who invited the God died grieving for all what happened. In the heaven he met God. He requested the God go to the earth once again, give his devotees a second chance. The God declined. He said, I am dead now, killed by the people you call devotees, it will be against the laws of nature if I go back. Now people have to imagine me in things on the earth; in rocks and stones, in fire and water, in land and sky. They can only have symbols, but the God is dead. Human there on wards strived hard to make earth better. They built big concrete buildings, to live in. Big factories to produce stuff. Automobiles and aircraft to travel around. All sorts of food growing, all sorts of drinks brewed. They create a symbol every day, trying to imagine the God in it, with it. Try proving each symbol representing the God better than the other. The God, they killed that day.

With inspiration from "Nisha Nimantran"; By Dr. Harivansh Rai Bachchan

I wasn’t the villain you think I was: Ravan

Courtsey: Dailymirror

And you will burn me again today. Alas! I still don't understand why. What was my fault? Why is he 'Shri' Ram and I am 'Only' Ravan
People call me ten headed do you even know why? My ten heads represented various aspects logic, knowledge, arts, skills and senses. I did not keep my knowledge to me, rather distributed and shared it with epics, manuscripts and book. These epics do not brag about me like your so called God Rama, rather discuss the bits of knowledge on linguistics, music, economy, yoga, astrology and Ayurveda (Ravanaproktabalacikitsasutra). Did you ever hear about any book written by Rama or his father or at least dictated by them? The only books about them you perhaps know is the Ramayana and Ramcharitamanas. These are typical books that unilaterally praises a king and his followers and nothing else.
Even your God figure tried learning the administration skills from me when I was near death awarded by him. And to your surprise, I did not refrain sharing my knowledge with him even in that case. You know the Ayodhya was a peaceful kingdom, but tell me if Lanka in those times was not peaceful. It was far more prosperous than Ayodhya. If you know Ayodhya as a great kingdom it was during Rama's time, not Dashrath's, and Rama became the king only after I shared my knowledge with him. And if it is about peace, what are you doing yourself, killing for religion and regions ? You have developed the same virtues within you for you which you burn me. And the irony is that I never supported those virtues.
If it is about being anti-god. I don't think I even need to prove I was more devoted to God. I built temples across our country. Even Shiva recognized my devotion towards him. I had great intellectuals and saints as my ministers, tell me the names of a minister of that caliber in Rama's Kingdom. It was full of mere yes mongers and blind supporters. I respected women more than your favorite Rama. He exiled Sita just based on some rumors. I did not disrespect or molest her even when she was my hostage. And if you think you burn me because I disrespected women, I think today most of you should self-immolate with the conditions in your country today.
I am not interested in being pictured as God, I only want you to develop a sense of good and bad. Burning me every year just burns the good things I shared as with every burning effigy you make me the villain that I was not, ignoring and forgetting the good things I brought to you when you portray me as a villain.
People say in the community of Rakshasha (Devil), brother kills brother. My beloved brother Kumbhakaran laid his life for me when I needed him. I spared Vibhishina even after knowing he was betraying me. I should have killed him according to the rules politics, law and administration. How could I? He was my brother. And you still say I was a Rakshasha. I wish I was the devil you think I was. The story could have been different.

Paris climate agreement and Mr ......

There was residential district  in a rich city. The richest of the city dwelled in there. A postman use to deliver the post to every house in the area. He was friendly to each member of every household. One day the residents got the news that their postman will soon be transferred. Then, came the last day of the postman. Every household was offering him some farewell gift. Some gave him nice wines, some sweets and some dress and some money. The day was almost over, he reached the last house for the day. A young lady greeted him. The lady looked charming in a beautiful red gown. She said, please come in. The postman could not resist, he entered. It was getting late in the evening. The lady seduced him to bed (needless to say an effortless job ;) ). They started fore-play. The postman had the best sex in years. After almost half an hour they were done and exhausted. They put on their clothes and then the lady led him to the dining room. The postman was anyway hungry after the making love and was being greeted with a five course dinner and 2011 Cabernet Sauvignon.  The postman relished the dinner. He was now all set to leave. The lady led him to the door and said we will miss your services and then placed a one dollar bill on his palms.

    The postman was left bewildered and looked at lady with a WTF expression. The lady said: hope you liked your farewell gift. The postman could not resist his curiosity and asked lady; does your husband know what we just did? The lady answered- yes of-course. Actually I must admit it was his idea. Yesterday, I told him about you and also said that every household in the area is planning a farewell gift and we should also plan something. He replied, screw him, give him a dollar. Only dinner was my idea. The postman smiled. Thanked and left.

    

    Now we have three characters in story (postman, lady and her husband), analogous to president, his advisors and a beneficiary of the withdrawal. Now, who is who? I leave it for you to decide.

    

Ciao for the moment :)

    

PS: And now some links to leverage your judgement

http://www.cnbc.com/2017/06/02/trump-withdraws-from-paris-agreement-its-not-just-china-who-could-benefit-from-the-move.html

    

The Independence Day Column

The premier of a state is sitting in lustrously dark furnished office pondering and brain storming over the speech he delivered to the nation today. The secretary, a high ranking bureaucrat seeks permission to enter the office . The man in office asks him to get in without speaking a word. The secretary says- excellent sir your speech was a wonderful exhibition as a leader, visionary and orator of an independent nation. The premier acknowledges  just with a nod of head and continues to look into the blank.

Is something bothering you sir, can I be of any help. No answers just a humble stare, his eyes and eyebrows pointing down as he knows about the realities hiding in the speech. Then, he asks, how far have we achieved from last years speech? The secretary says- A lot sir, but tries to avoid eye contact. The boss says “yes a lot!”  with sarcasm on himself, “the economic growth rate is down to near abyss, the poverty has reduced only if we modify the some definitions, social security is almost negligible, corruption is rampant, only index touching sky is deficit and inflation and I am helpless. You know I am loosing the guts to face the people.”

The secretary is quite and sympathetic to his boss. Says the secretary- is it just your fault sir, were you corrupt? Did you plunge the economy this way? Did you redefine terms? were you involved in any natural calamity or crimes? You brought the economy onto the track when it was completely derailed. The premier looks at him and says- You ! What you are saying is like telling a chef that he did not spoil the cuisine but it was the oven. Could you tell this to the people? The secretary was quite. The premier continues- I want to act against corruption, bring economy to surge, a sense of security among people but I cannot. I am a hapless head of this well off state.  The state found its freedom 67 years ago when will I find mine.

With all due respect sir its not about you. This is how politics works in the country.  You are doing everything that leaders have been doing so far in the country with few exceptions. It not you who has to change, but the people. The politicos just use this nature of people. The past has witnessed  it and if nothing changes the future will see the same.

Ok sir we could talk about some future plans that we have for the country. The premier looks amazed and pleased. But then he gets frustrated and complains-You have some plans, you did not tell me, no one tells me anything and now even you ! The secretary replies-No sir its not my plan it will be  your plan this time.  People of the country themselves don’t know what they want. They still get sectored based on religion, region, caste and several other ‘isms’. They want everything to be in order but when it comes to their own interest they breach everything. You need to show ‘em  the way around tell them how to get over these isms.  You are the elected leader of the country and you can work it out. The boss gets enthusiastic. The secretary continues- tell people to stop thinking in terms ‘isms’ and get over short term personal interests. Ask your fellow politicians to stop this kind of politics just using it in public speech won’t work. Get strict with corrupt politicians and officers, show them the way out. You are the most powerful person in the country, if you don’t take initiative then who will?

The premier still has a doubt. He asks-will people forget the past? Will they start liking me again? The secretary smiles and says – people of the state suffer from selective amnesia, they forget every time a leader that fails them and this time it can be for their betterment. The boss is ecstatic with the  motivation. He gears up and say Yes I can, I will bring the change, I will not succumb to political pressure, not listen to corrupt and inefficient officers, I will do what I feel is good for the state. And then the telephone rings, they see a number flashing both are silent, look at each other, the boss gets dull and pensive again.

Young India: Politics

Since childhood we are told India is a great country, our leaders were presented as heroes, our culture is the best and we should take pride in it.  Do we really understand the iconic meaning of the terms like- great, hero and culture ? Do we? Well, who the hell am I to talk about these perspectives ? Perhaps not the most apt person, maybe ! Nevertheless, if I can prove my point with a short write up I will try rocking the boat; being a young Indian (Well, I still consider myself young ;)). I am not writing this against corruption, racism or against any such practice. It is just about a muse I want to share with Indian youth and perhaps for a coup to a vision.

Happenings of recent past  has set in a sense of cynicism, anguish  and anger among the people. We are blaming politicians and leaders for all the woes. But isn't politics a reflection of soceity. Where do we get our leaders from? From Mars or Venus? Today's youth will be tomorrow's leader and politician. Then why not blaming ourselves rather than blaming politicians. I am not supporting politicos by any means, but what is the use of mulling the past and not working on future. A person while entering politics thinks only of  power, not the responsibilities. I remember a dialogue from Sam Raimi's Spiderman "Great power comes with great responsibility". Indeed true, but do we follow that?

Considering the current state of politics in India be it financial scams, sex scandals or chiding opposition (from both sides) we often say the sate of politics is filthy. But who elects these politicians? They try dividing on the basis of religion region caste and language  and we get divided. I have been living in Germany for a long time now which some people call racists but believe me I never felt that sort of thing in here,  I had more of it in India living in different cities. As Indian we are so individually self centred that we have lost a vision for the future we need or we consider utopia. Given this, we are getting what we deserve.

Well what we had till now cannot be altered; past is past, tomorrow can be fixed. The youth that enters politics should pause and ponder. The youth that votes should analyse. The youth in bureaucracy should rationalise. We have to give up the thinking that politics is ugly. It might be dirty but some has to enter in order to clean it. We have certain traits and trends in politics running for ages but everything that is old and traditional need not be good. If we have a positive intention good vision it is very much achievable . I do not expect everyone should enter politics but it is definitely everyones responsibility to contribute to its betterment in his or her own way.

If you want a change you have to be a part of it.

cheers,

The New Year Column

Hi folks, wish you a HAPPY NEW YEAR...!!!

All those who can read this story, survived the Mayan Apocalypse, those who cannot read are trying to survive the hangover from last night. Some of you stayed up last night to witness the arrival of 2013 and some to make sure that 2012 leaves. Last night I found an old lamp, you remember the lamp from the movie 'Aladdin', I was happy to have it and started thinking what my three wishes should be. Decided to head back home with the lamp and was excited to imagine how a giant genie magically appears in a cloud of smoke and say 'Yes my master what can I do for you?, I give you three wishes.' I was anxious for the moment, will it sound like Robin Williams look like Barbara Eden? I reached home and rubbed the lamp with expectations.  I rubbed it once, nothing happened rubbed again no smoke no genie. Tried over again and again but no 'out come'. In frustration and annoyance I threw the lamp against the wall I was disappointed. 

Then the cap on the lamp opened, a short and slim humanoid creature coming out of it. "What the hell is this", I exclaimed and the genie replied "not 'what' say who the hell is this? I am the genie of the lamp, you are the one who disturbed my sleep." You cannot be a genie, I hammered back, no smoky clouds, you are a slim creature. The genie looked at me as if I am a zoo animals and answered, You humans, do you understand anything about pollution, you have already spoiled the planet a lot with smoke we don't want to add to it's woes, thats why we avoid smoke now a days.  Regarding my slimness it seems my diet plan is working, I am avoiding all the junk fast food. After a pause I said, so I will get my three wishes. On this the genie said the union of genies has decided to reduce their number of wishes from three to two. This has to blamed onto the staggering economy, inflation and cut fiscal deficit. The unoriginality and repetitive nature of the wishes also prompts us for such steps. Now I had fewer options, I thought of seeking the genies advice on what should I ask for? The genie smiled and said I don't know its you choice, everyone asks for some variation wealth, or power as the first wish,  some kind of sex appeal, beautiful men or women; depending on the gender and sexual orientation of the wisher, is the most asked second wish. Although this second wish is a waste; as wealth or power generally gets you the sex you want." I don't talk about the third wish as that option is not there anymore. And don't try to act over smart by asking me for extra wishes as the second one. This will nullify your last wish of having wealth, turning you into a beneficiary of social security system.   Since you have asked my advice you have only one wish left, he added.

I started pondering about my wish. What should I ask the genie: a fortune of wealth, peace of mind, trouble for enemies, a sexy  babe in my side or good health. The clock ticked midnight and the shout and cheer for new year emerged all around. I woke up to the reality, there are no genies, no wishes out of blues. If you want something strive for it, A better world and life comes with your efforts not with genies. Eat drink and be merry,

cheers for the new year, happy new year