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Showing posts with label Inspiration. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Inspiration. Show all posts

Friday, 17 June 2011

The Violinist

Foreword: This is one of the stories, so beautiful that i dont mind reading it every morning to start the day on a more beautiful note :)


A  man  sat  at  a metro station in Washington DC and started to play the  violin;  it  was  a  cold  January morning. He played six Bach pieces for  about  45  minutes.  During  that  time,  since  it was rush hour, it was  calculated  that  thousands  of  people went through the station, most of  them on their way to work.

 Three  minutes  went  by  and a middle aged man noticed that there was a  musician  playing.  He  slowed his pace and stopped for a few seconds and  then hurried up to meet his schedule.

 A  minute  later,  the  violinist received his first dollar tip: a woman  threw the money in the till and without stopping continued to walk.

 A  few  minutes later, someone leaned against the wall to listen to him,  but the man looked at his watch and started to walk again. Clearly he was  late for work.

 The  one  who  paid  the most attention was a 3 year old boy. His mother  tagged  him  along, hurried but the kid stopped to look at the violinist.
 Finally  the  mother  pushed hard and the child continued to walk turning  his  head  all  the  time.  This  action  was  repeated  by several other  children. All the parents, without exception, forced them to move on.

 In  the 45 minutes the musician played, only 6 people stopped and stayed  for  a  while. About 20 gave him money but continued to walk their normal  pace.  He  collected $32. When he finished playing and silence took over,  no one noticed it. No one applauded, nor was there any recognition.

 No  one  knew  this  but  the  violinist was Joshua Bell, one of the best  musicians  in  the world. He played one of the most intricate pieces ever  written with a violin worth 3.5 million dollars.

 Two  days  before  his  playing  in the subway, Joshua Bell sold out at a  theatre in Boston and the seats average $100.

 This  is a real story. Joshua Bell playing incognito in the metro station  was organized by the Washington Post as part of a social experiment about  perception,  taste  and  priorities  of  people.  The outlines were: in a  commonplace  environment at an inappropriate hour: Do we perceive beauty?
 Do  we stop to appreciate it? Do we recognize the talent in an unexpected  context?

 One of the possible conclusions from this experience could be:

 If  we  do  not  have  a  moment  to  stop  and listen to one of the best  musicians  in  the  world  playing  the best music ever written, how many  other things are we missing?

Friday, 3 June 2011

Degree of Utilization

Foreword: This is one of the stories that never fails to instigate in me, a sense of accountability to my deeds.This simple poignant tale is often associated with the teachings of Gautam Buddha.This exceptional ancedote is fitting in the times of global warming and universal exploitation.

The following is the text of conversation between him and his disciple. One of his disciples approached him and said humbly " Oh my teacher !
While you are so much concerned about the world and others, why don't you look in to the welfare and needs of your own disciples also."
Buddha : "OK.. Tell me how I can help you"
Disciple : "Master! My attire is worn out and is beyond the decency to wear the same. Can I get a new one, please."
Buddha found the robe indeed was in a bad condition which needed replacement. He asked the store keeper to give the disciple a new robe to wear on. The disciple thanked Buddha and retired to his room.
Though he met his disciple's requirement, Buddha was not all that
contended on his decision. He realized he missed out some point. A while after, he realized what he should have asked the disciple . He went to his disciple's place and asked him "Is your new attire comfortable? Do you need anything more ?"


Disciple : "Thank you my Master. The attire is indeed very comfortable. I need nothing more"
Buddha : "Having got the new one, what did you do with your old attire?"
Disciple : "I am using it as my bed spread"
Buddha "Then.. hope you have disposed off your old bed spread"
Disciple " No.. no.. master. I am using my old bedspread as my window curtain"
Buddha " What about your old Curtain?"
Disciple "Being used to handle hot utensils in the kitchen"
Buddha : "Oh.. I see.. Can you tell me what did they do with the old cloth they used in Kitchen"
Disciple : "They are being used to wash the floor."
Buddha " " Then, the old rug being used to wash the floor...???"
Disciple " Master, since they were torn off so much, we could not find any better use, but to use as a twig in the oil lamp, which is right now lit in your study room...."

Buddha smiled in contentment and left for his room.