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THE DANGER OF ANGER

THE DANGER OF ANGER

There was once a young boy with a terrible temper. He used to speak harshly and get angry many times a day, at the slightest provocation. His wise father told him that every time he got angry he had to hammer a nail into the wood fence in the backyard. The first day the boy hammered 45 nails into the fence – practically his entire day was spent in the back yard. The next day, with his arm sore from hammering, he tried to get angry less. He hammered only 25 nails into the fence the second day. By the end of a few weeks, the boy proudly went to his dad and told him that he had not gotten angry at all that day. So, the boy’s father told him that now he could start removing the nails from the fence. There were 2 ways that nails could be removed: either if the boy could go an entire day without getting mad, or if the boy apologized sincerely to someone whom he had hurt through his anger. So, the boy began to apologize to people whom he had wounded and he tried hard not to get angry. Slowly, slowly, the nails began to get pulled out of the fence. One day, the boy proudly went to his dad and told him that all the nails were out of the fence. He told his dad that his anger was “a thing of the past.” His dad then led the boy by the hand to the fence and

showed him how the fence was now riddled with holes. It was no longer the sturdy, strong fence it once had been. It was now weakened and damaged. Every time the wind blew strongly the fence swayed in the wind, for it was so full of holes that the breeze caused the fence to move. “Do you see that?” The father asked the boy. “For you, anger is a thing of the past. Yet, this fence will never recover. Every time you get angry at someone it is like driving a nail into them. You may later remove the nail, but the hole is still there. The effect of your anger can not be removed.” In life sometimes it is easy to get angry, easy to yell, easy to hit those we love. We assuage our own consciences by saying, “He made me mad,” or, “She made me hit her.” But, whose hand is it really that hits? Whose mouth is it really that speaks harsh words? We think, “It’s no big deal. I said sorry.” Or we say, “Oh, but that was yesterday. Today I’ve been nice.” For us, it may be that easy. But remember the fence is still sitting there with a hole in it, even though you have moved on. If you hammer enough nails into someone, eventually they will be forever weakened, forever damaged. You can stab someone with a knife and then pull out the knife but the blood will continue to pour. “Sorry” does not stop the blood of wounds. It may pave the way to recovery, but the wound is still there. The goal in life should be to be like water – a stone falls in and only causes a ripple for a moment. The “hole” in the water caused even by a large boulder does not last for more than a few seconds. When we get hit – verbally, physically or emotionally –we should be like the water. We should be able to just let the ripples flow and, within a few moments, it should look as though nothing happened. However, unfortunately it is very difficult to be like the ocean. Very few people in the world are able to accomplish this task, for it is a task of great sadhana and vairagya (non-attachment). It is much more common that people are like fences – the holes you hammer into them stay with them for a lifetime. Children, especially, are like the wood fence. No matter how much they grow in life, no matter how wise they become or how old and strong they become, those holes are still there. We must remember that our loved ones are like wood. Therefore, we must try to be very, very careful before we hammer holes into anyone, before we stab knives into anyone’s heart…if there are too many holes, the fence will fall.

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A Realization – I deserve this pain for not understanding my parents

A relization

A Realization

I deserve this pain for not understanding my parents

 

 

 

When i was sitting with my friends  at the party i heard my mobile phone ringing “mom calling”, why she’s calling me, I told her that i have a function at 11:30 and i will come home late “simply calling”. One of my friends heard the ringing sound and he called at aloud sound and said “hey! We too have girlfriends to call okay”. When I heard this I got angry towards mom and didn’t attend the phone. Made my phone silent and put it into my pocket. After some time when they party became silent for some reason i took my mobile and I saw 10 missed call “mom” and 6 missed calls from “dad”. At that time i thought “ohh they want know where i am that the reason why they are calling me several time I’m fed up”. The party got over and i said bye to my friends and took my bike and i was returning to my home, during the whole ride it was the joyful moments at the party in my mind. When i was approaching near to my home, there was a pit at the junction but somehow i escaped the pit, it was a big pit. This pit was taken for the implementation of water pipe but they didn’t even put a board there.  But suddenly bike stopped, it happened when i tried to escape the pit, then i took the kicker lever and tried to start the bike suddenly blood flowed from my leg, there was a sharp pipe near the pit it got hit on my leg and started to bleed, the bleeding was not so high i could manage it. The anger, pain and sadness all together came inside me and I blamed my day. As always mom and dad was sitting at the veranda of my house waiting for me to come, when i was parking my bike i thought of that 16 missed calls which i neglected, i looked at my mom she was staring at me and asked “how many times did i call you?” I looked down without much attention to her question she then said “i called you because there was a new pit there at the junction, I just wanted to warn you about that “son” and your father was staying near the pit with a torch to warn you about the pit, he waited so long and just now he returned back”. When i heard this i was burned down to earth, my heart began to beats faster and i was emotionally broken into pieces, my eyes was full of tears that flowed like a never ending river, without showing my face to anyone I went to my room. Again heard my mom’s voice “did you have your food? We were waiting for you to have dinner together. When i heard this, tears flowed through my eyes without asking my permission. Somewhere in my heart it felt very weigh full. A pain that comes from nowhere is it from heart or the wounded leg, it felt from the heart more than the wounded leg. The blood started to bleed more and pain increased and i thought whether to ask mom to put some medicine over my leg there was 100 question running over my head and then finally decided “No i don’t want to tell my parents about this, I deserve this pain for not understating my parents”

Rantish Rajan.