February 25, 2005
Dear Reader,
I am driving to office. I am a careful driver. May be I have imbibed many of the happiness lessons some of which help me in not getting unnecessarily agitated. I am subconsciously thinking to Be Happy!
A brilliant idea comes to my mind. I am very observant of the traffic around me. Both in the direction I am going and coming from the opposite direction. On cross roads I am especially careful of the traffic moving in all the directions. But what happens when I pass the cross road?
I nearly completely forget the traffic which I had just passed and had paid so much of my undivided attention! It has become of no concern to me! But moments before it was of vital importance to me. My life depended on it. I am not worrying where all those cars and drivers have gone. Whether they were red or blue or green cars, whether the drivers were good or bad. All this does not affect me now at all.
Similarly, I am not concerned what is happening far away and out of my field of vision. What cars will be crossing me at the next cross road is not my concern at present. What is happening far away is not my worry now. If I worry about it just now, I may cause an accident.
What I am completely and totally concerned about is the car in front of me; the car coming from opposite direction; the car coming from my left and right. Then I am concerned about the immediate traffic around me. I occasionally see the rear view mirror; see the side mirrors and glance behind while changing lanes or taking a turn.
Dwelling upon past is futile. Howsoever you worry about past it is not going to change. Whatever has happened has happened. Similarly, worrying about future is useless. What you dread may never happen. Do your best and hope for the best. Live in the present, because,
“Life is now in session. Are you present?”—B. Copeland
Imagine a drive to a beautiful place. Our destination is a dream-like place. We are thinking of our destination. Beautiful brooks, rivers, forests, country side, hills, cities, morn, day, night, sun, rain, snow, pass by. We remain oblivious of them. We are going to enjoy them when we reach our destination! It is only the one who enjoys the journey who really travels.
Similarly, we go through life planning to be happy on some future day! I will be happy after I finish my education, after I get a job, after I get married, after I buy a computer, a car, a house, after my children have finished their education, after they have got married. I will be happy after I retire. That day will come and go but I will never be happy. If I cannot be happy now, how can I be so on some future day! Happiness does not come automatically after some day; it does not depend on worldly possessions. If you cannot be happy in the process of achieving some goal you cannot be happy after obtaining that goal. If you cannot enjoy the journey you cannot enjoy the destination. To be happy you must live in the present.
“Yesterday is ashes; tomorrow wood. Only today does the fire burn brightly.”—Old Eskimo saying
With warm regards,
Yours sincerely,
Gus
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DRIVING LESSONS--III--IT WAS BOUND TO HAPPEN
February 6, 2005
Dear Reader,
“Son of a bitch! How dare you pass me!!” shouted Henry. He gassed the car. We shot from a comfortable 40 to 70 miles per hour. Unfortunately, before Henry could teach the stupid teenager one or two lessons in fast driving, the boy turned right on the Main Street oblivious of the brewing rage and competition in his wake.
“Coward! Come, why are you running away from the battlefield like a mouse?” Henry challenged as if throwing his lance at a fleeing enemy. His face had become red. He was clutching at the steering wheel, sitting at the edge of his seat. I thought if there were really a race Henry’s Civic Honda would be no match to the sports car of the teenager. But I kept quiet. This will infuriate Henry all the more. Suddenly it turned amber at the Fraser. Henry speeded to jump the light, but the car in front of him hesitated and then decided that it was better to stop. He stopped right in the middle of the pedestrian crosswalk. Henry spat an obscenity and slammed on the brakes. The car in front wanted to reverse to clear the pedestrian walkway but Henry rolled down the glass and gave him a finger. The driver gave him two fingers! Henry got down from the car and approached the driver. Just then the light turned green and the driver sped away, leaving Henry stranded outside his car. Before Henry could come back and move, other cars behind us started blowing horns and showing finger to Henry.
By now Henry was raging mad. He lit another cigarette. “Damn these lights. I always get red light when I am in a hurry.” Sure enough we got another red light at the next crossing. To go faster and possibly avoid the next red light he changed to the left lane. Suddenly, a red car, driven by an oriental talking on the cell phone, overtook him dangerously from the right and came to the left lane in front of us. The light had turned red. Henry stopped. It changed to the green and the red car gave left turn signal and kept standing. It was too late for Henry to change lane.
“These Orientals! They cannot even see where they are going. Didn’t he know before hand that he had to turn left? He could have turned even when it just turned red. Or, is he being given directions on the cell phone?”
It turned red again. The red car couldn’t turn left as there was heavy on coming traffic, which didn’t stop even at amber. Henry was insanely mad by now. He tried to change lane, created a near accident scenario and somehow managed to change and go ahead when it turned green again.
It was uncommonly hot. He started perspiring. He kept on fuming and fussing all the way. Against God (why it was sunny and beautiful that everybody was on the roads); against the Government (why they don’t make the roads wider, why they don’t expand sky train service); against all others on the road (why old men and women drive so slowly, why the teenagers who drive so recklessly are not caught by the police, why…why….) I could see plainly that the blood vessels on Henry’s temple had become swollen and they were palpitating visibly. Within the half an hour driving he had already consumed five cigarettes!
Henry was my colleague at the office. He was, in fact, our accountant. He was forty-five, married and father of two beautiful daughters. He was fond of eating and drinking. He smoked two packets of cigarettes daily, drank beer like water, and substituted it with coffee in the office. He liked fast food and red meat. He was fond of sports and spent his entire evenings at home watching football and hockey on the TV.
Henry and I had joined the Universal Imports and Exports together. It was a long long time ago. Nearly twenty-five years. Henry was a lean and thin youth then. He was a tennis player. Those were the good old days! We worked hard, played tennis, and frequented bars and nightclubs. But within a few years things started changing. We got more and more involved in the work. We got married and had children. We don’t remember when we stopped playing tennis, stopped going to gym, and stopped doing any physical work, except carrying files and ledgers in the office!
It was full of tension for Henry at the office. Every Department committed accounting mistakes. At the end of the day, therefore, the accounts invariably did not tally. Henry swore, called names, and sat late to reconcile the accounts. By the time he reached home, he was tense, tired, and hungry. He flopped on the sofa, turned the TV on, and sat with his beer and potato chips. He talked to his wife and daughters during the commercials and ate dinner in front of the TV. He moved from there only to go to bathroom and finally to the bed.
We reached the Headquarters. It was always a struggle for Henry to get out of his car. In fact, he had out grown his car. He was excessively bulky and pot-bellied. Yet he drove two-door small Honda Civic. Every time a colleague sat with him, he or she would ask, “Why don’t you buy a bigger car?” His wife also asked the same question. It seemed that just to spite them he was never going to change his car!
It was nearly one in the afternoon. Office workers were returning from the lunch. There was a mini crowd near the lift. Henry went ahead and pushed the lift button that must have been pushed scores of times already. Within a minute when the lift came, he had again pushed it twice! We entered. Soon it was filled. The door closed. But before the lift moved, the doors opened again and a courier boy tried to enter. Henry snapped at him, “Don’t you see the lift is already full!” The boy still squeezed in. Henry gave him a dirty look.
We were summoned to discuss the budget. The boss was in a hurry. By now we were also tired and in not very good mood. Henry and the boss got into an argument. Henry got excited. To me it seemed a mere trifle. But Henry wanted to make his point. The boss his own. Henry’s face grew red. He started breathing fast and heavily. He lit yet another cigarette. I intervened. The meeting ended on a sour note.
All the way back Henry continued to live the anger of their encounter. We stopped at a restaurant. Had a couple of beers each and ate a pizza. I went home. Henry to office.
Next day, Henry was no more.
He had a heart attack in the night.
With warm regards,
Yours sincerely,
Gus
Dear Reader,
“Son of a bitch! How dare you pass me!!” shouted Henry. He gassed the car. We shot from a comfortable 40 to 70 miles per hour. Unfortunately, before Henry could teach the stupid teenager one or two lessons in fast driving, the boy turned right on the Main Street oblivious of the brewing rage and competition in his wake.
“Coward! Come, why are you running away from the battlefield like a mouse?” Henry challenged as if throwing his lance at a fleeing enemy. His face had become red. He was clutching at the steering wheel, sitting at the edge of his seat. I thought if there were really a race Henry’s Civic Honda would be no match to the sports car of the teenager. But I kept quiet. This will infuriate Henry all the more. Suddenly it turned amber at the Fraser. Henry speeded to jump the light, but the car in front of him hesitated and then decided that it was better to stop. He stopped right in the middle of the pedestrian crosswalk. Henry spat an obscenity and slammed on the brakes. The car in front wanted to reverse to clear the pedestrian walkway but Henry rolled down the glass and gave him a finger. The driver gave him two fingers! Henry got down from the car and approached the driver. Just then the light turned green and the driver sped away, leaving Henry stranded outside his car. Before Henry could come back and move, other cars behind us started blowing horns and showing finger to Henry.
By now Henry was raging mad. He lit another cigarette. “Damn these lights. I always get red light when I am in a hurry.” Sure enough we got another red light at the next crossing. To go faster and possibly avoid the next red light he changed to the left lane. Suddenly, a red car, driven by an oriental talking on the cell phone, overtook him dangerously from the right and came to the left lane in front of us. The light had turned red. Henry stopped. It changed to the green and the red car gave left turn signal and kept standing. It was too late for Henry to change lane.
“These Orientals! They cannot even see where they are going. Didn’t he know before hand that he had to turn left? He could have turned even when it just turned red. Or, is he being given directions on the cell phone?”
It turned red again. The red car couldn’t turn left as there was heavy on coming traffic, which didn’t stop even at amber. Henry was insanely mad by now. He tried to change lane, created a near accident scenario and somehow managed to change and go ahead when it turned green again.
It was uncommonly hot. He started perspiring. He kept on fuming and fussing all the way. Against God (why it was sunny and beautiful that everybody was on the roads); against the Government (why they don’t make the roads wider, why they don’t expand sky train service); against all others on the road (why old men and women drive so slowly, why the teenagers who drive so recklessly are not caught by the police, why…why….) I could see plainly that the blood vessels on Henry’s temple had become swollen and they were palpitating visibly. Within the half an hour driving he had already consumed five cigarettes!
Henry was my colleague at the office. He was, in fact, our accountant. He was forty-five, married and father of two beautiful daughters. He was fond of eating and drinking. He smoked two packets of cigarettes daily, drank beer like water, and substituted it with coffee in the office. He liked fast food and red meat. He was fond of sports and spent his entire evenings at home watching football and hockey on the TV.
Henry and I had joined the Universal Imports and Exports together. It was a long long time ago. Nearly twenty-five years. Henry was a lean and thin youth then. He was a tennis player. Those were the good old days! We worked hard, played tennis, and frequented bars and nightclubs. But within a few years things started changing. We got more and more involved in the work. We got married and had children. We don’t remember when we stopped playing tennis, stopped going to gym, and stopped doing any physical work, except carrying files and ledgers in the office!
It was full of tension for Henry at the office. Every Department committed accounting mistakes. At the end of the day, therefore, the accounts invariably did not tally. Henry swore, called names, and sat late to reconcile the accounts. By the time he reached home, he was tense, tired, and hungry. He flopped on the sofa, turned the TV on, and sat with his beer and potato chips. He talked to his wife and daughters during the commercials and ate dinner in front of the TV. He moved from there only to go to bathroom and finally to the bed.
We reached the Headquarters. It was always a struggle for Henry to get out of his car. In fact, he had out grown his car. He was excessively bulky and pot-bellied. Yet he drove two-door small Honda Civic. Every time a colleague sat with him, he or she would ask, “Why don’t you buy a bigger car?” His wife also asked the same question. It seemed that just to spite them he was never going to change his car!
It was nearly one in the afternoon. Office workers were returning from the lunch. There was a mini crowd near the lift. Henry went ahead and pushed the lift button that must have been pushed scores of times already. Within a minute when the lift came, he had again pushed it twice! We entered. Soon it was filled. The door closed. But before the lift moved, the doors opened again and a courier boy tried to enter. Henry snapped at him, “Don’t you see the lift is already full!” The boy still squeezed in. Henry gave him a dirty look.
We were summoned to discuss the budget. The boss was in a hurry. By now we were also tired and in not very good mood. Henry and the boss got into an argument. Henry got excited. To me it seemed a mere trifle. But Henry wanted to make his point. The boss his own. Henry’s face grew red. He started breathing fast and heavily. He lit yet another cigarette. I intervened. The meeting ended on a sour note.
All the way back Henry continued to live the anger of their encounter. We stopped at a restaurant. Had a couple of beers each and ate a pizza. I went home. Henry to office.
Next day, Henry was no more.
He had a heart attack in the night.
With warm regards,
Yours sincerely,
Gus
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