The Zahir
When the Unwanted Guest arrives....
I might be afraid.
I might smile or say:
My day was good, let night fall.
You will find the fields ploughed, the house clean,
the table set,
and everything in its place.
The Zahir, by paulo coelho was making me busy in the bus everyday. I wanted to read the book fully. Even i
wished sometimes that the bus to take some more time to reach my destination :-) (but in general i do not want to get lost in the traffic for hours)
The reading was interesting in the beginning, my heart was full of sympathy for the narrator in the story, for his wife left him without telling him where
she might have gone, and the zahir (means visible ,present, incapable of going unnoticed. it is someone or something which once we have come into contact with them or it, gradually occupies our everythought , until we can think of nothing else.., as the book says)
missing from him (his wife). Then the story talks of philosophy, lot of things which will interest us some time. To free up mind, to get rid of the weight of past fame or history of light, to make oneself light by unburdening of the thoughts of fame or something like that.
Life is a war (with death, for every one of us, is going to lose the war and die some day). This makes life interesting and we love life.
Hmm, Warriors see a stiff war and love every moment, because they may die anytime.
A story of two friends who went to a forest and lit a small fire and came back,
one has a clean face, where as other friend's face is full of dirt.
And the question is who will wash his face first? the one with clean face or the one with dirt?
Author gives the answer saying that it is the friend with clean face who will go for a wash, because he sees dirt on his friend face
and thinks that his face is no different.
A message here, we often forget our own self, we live life as the world looks like. Most often we tend to forget our own life and live life of every one else.
As i was on full strech to read the book, the interest in the book slowly waded away from me and got no interst to finish the book (may be some time later i can finish it)
Another thing that was mentioned in the book, what makes a married women gets pleasure in her marriage? hmm it is not the sex, but preparing food for her man and seeing him having supper with her.she waits for full day for that moment..
Looks interesting.
Thats all about the story of The Zahir.
My trip back to bangalore tought me one thing, most often it is not you but your designation or how you expose yourself to the world makes the diffrence.
Often i wanted to blog my thoughts, but something restrained me from doing so, (probably the criticism from one elder person related the family who wanted an marriage alliance with me)
Life looks really boring some times. is it boring really or am i making it feel like that ?
hours move slowly some times. work is no longer that interesting.
no arguments,no tentions.... Looks like a compromised life.
There got to be some special meaning to life. Might be something big is awaited out of me?
I might be afraid.
I might smile or say:
My day was good, let night fall.
You will find the fields ploughed, the house clean,
the table set,
and everything in its place.
The Zahir, by paulo coelho was making me busy in the bus everyday. I wanted to read the book fully. Even i
wished sometimes that the bus to take some more time to reach my destination :-) (but in general i do not want to get lost in the traffic for hours)
The reading was interesting in the beginning, my heart was full of sympathy for the narrator in the story, for his wife left him without telling him where
she might have gone, and the zahir (means visible ,present, incapable of going unnoticed. it is someone or something which once we have come into contact with them or it, gradually occupies our everythought , until we can think of nothing else.., as the book says)
missing from him (his wife). Then the story talks of philosophy, lot of things which will interest us some time. To free up mind, to get rid of the weight of past fame or history of light, to make oneself light by unburdening of the thoughts of fame or something like that.
Life is a war (with death, for every one of us, is going to lose the war and die some day). This makes life interesting and we love life.
Hmm, Warriors see a stiff war and love every moment, because they may die anytime.
A story of two friends who went to a forest and lit a small fire and came back,
one has a clean face, where as other friend's face is full of dirt.
And the question is who will wash his face first? the one with clean face or the one with dirt?
Author gives the answer saying that it is the friend with clean face who will go for a wash, because he sees dirt on his friend face
and thinks that his face is no different.
A message here, we often forget our own self, we live life as the world looks like. Most often we tend to forget our own life and live life of every one else.
As i was on full strech to read the book, the interest in the book slowly waded away from me and got no interst to finish the book (may be some time later i can finish it)
Another thing that was mentioned in the book, what makes a married women gets pleasure in her marriage? hmm it is not the sex, but preparing food for her man and seeing him having supper with her.she waits for full day for that moment..
Looks interesting.
Thats all about the story of The Zahir.
My trip back to bangalore tought me one thing, most often it is not you but your designation or how you expose yourself to the world makes the diffrence.
Often i wanted to blog my thoughts, but something restrained me from doing so, (probably the criticism from one elder person related the family who wanted an marriage alliance with me)
Life looks really boring some times. is it boring really or am i making it feel like that ?
hours move slowly some times. work is no longer that interesting.
no arguments,no tentions.... Looks like a compromised life.
There got to be some special meaning to life. Might be something big is awaited out of me?
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