Press and democracy

In a democratic country like ours, the press is the strongest means of communication. It makes the functioning of a democratic government ethical. It helps in portraying the image of such a government as a citizen friendly & reliable one. People can express their appreciation or grievances in a precise manner through the press, which acts as a reliable mediator. Every newspaper, magazine or any other form of press may not contain the same news & definitely not in the same way. By understanding & assimilating all these different viewpoints, we can draw our own conclusions of the happenings.... But at the same time it is important to do so without including the various biases that surround the situation. For instance, newspaper agencies or the media may be owned or even controlled by a person or a group of people who may use it to push forward their opinions and interests. The opinion, or viewpoint of the paper you read or the news you may watch on the tv, may not correspond to that of yours. It may be influenced by the policy of that particular media group or agency. That is, the same happening will look different to the person, to whom it happens & to the person who sees it happening. So, though freedom of the press is important, your own judgemental power plays a key role.



Freedom means understanding. One has understood the game, and seeing that this is the way that the soul is prevented from growing, the way one is not allowed to be oneself, one simply gets out of it with no scar on the soul. One forgives and forgets, and remains without any clinging to the society in the name of love or in the name of hate. Society has simply disappeared to the rebel. He may live in the world or he may go out of the world, but he belongs to it no more; he is an outsider. "The crowd never forgives strangers, the crowd never forgives outsiders, it destroys them. It has to destroy them just for its own peace of mind." Courtesy: Freedom-The courage to be yourself. (OSHO's recorded lectures/St. Martin's Griffin publication)


Reality- for Real?

A Bookshop.
A possible destination for someone who forgets to borrow a text book from the library?
Evening Air. Evening Traffic. Evening crowd.
An hour or a little more,before dusk.
After appearing important with unintended quick footsteps that carry a heavy backpack- A weary saturated student(Myself,only. Hello. Applause? thank you.) finds a luggage locker to her relief.
An old, feeble,almost well dressed, man, takes care of the luggage locker.
I am handed over a key.
Another vain attempt at finding the right textbook. I settle for whatever I can find.
After billing,I hand over the locker key to this old man. I ask him to open the locker for me.
He does as asked. Kindly so. With a gentle smile.
I instinctively want to acknowledge and respect that. I offer a 5 Re Coin.
He shies away. I ask him to accept it, again, affirmatively this time.
He takes it,with a smile that suppreses fear and eyes that look around anxiously.
Because the 5 Re coin is not 'honestly' a part of his monthly pay? Because his position and stature cannot defend a questioning official?
Or is it because he already knows that in a place like his-even an iota of 'dishonesty' could land him in trouble?

Is this the secret language of reality?
The reality, we are welcomed to, everyday, even without our consent?


The Monk With Sweaty Palms.

Kasan,a Zen teacher and monk, was to officiate at a funeral of a famous nobleman. As he stood there waiting for the governor of the province and other lords and ladies to arrive, he noticed that the palms of his hands were sweaty. The next day he called his disciples together and confessed he was not yet ready to be a true teacher. He explained to them that he still lacked the sameness of bearing before all human beings, whether beggar or king. He was still unable to look through social roles and conceptual identities and see the sameness of being in every human. He then left and became the pupil of another teacher. He returned to his former disciples eight years later, enlightened. Excerpts from 'A NEW EARTH' (awakening to your life's purpose)