Stray thoughts

We are accustomed to the traditional ideas for which it becomes difficult to accept something new. That is equally applicable in case of tax reforms also. I remember, many eye brows were raised at the advent of Value Added Tax in place of state Sales Tax. The reaction was quite understandable. Persons associated with traditional Sales Tax had seen it working for decades in spite of various shortcomings. They were apprehensive of the backfire of the new pattern but nothing untoward happened. Whether the progressive tax system worked as expected or not is another puzzle but people became used to it. Whether you like it or not, getting used to worked as a wonderful alchemy. I imagine life has a different take on it because stereotype does not inspire and we love novelty. It is said that at no point of time a person is identical with himself because time passes through us and changes us in the process. What we call satisfaction is only the amalgamation of the subject with the object of desire, but the object of desire gets modified from time to time as we are constantly in a flux. The resultant effect is sadness which prevails in view of the emptiness created out of dissatisfaction.   But how come people believing in Buddhism strive to achieve ‘Nirvana’? Why did not the object of their desire get modified? The great Buddha preached, desire is the cause of unhappiness. If one wipes out the desire, he removes unhappiness too. Then what is this yearning for Nirvana. Is it not a desire? In spite of my best efforts I never got the answer. Probably I lack some critical faculties to understand the mythical meaning.

Now I must come back to the mundane world with all attendant attributes like exultation, melancholy, pleasure, pain, expectation, frustration juxtaposed together like a mosaic we call life. Given a choice, like Sariputta I would prefer life to Nirvana.

After my retirement, weekends became much more attractive than before. In fact, during my service tenure I never realized that we have something as enjoyable as weekends. It would certainly be a travesty of truth to state that neither I nor my wife enjoyed the Government holidays during my service days. Indeed we did, but the difference is, those holidays were interlaced with official assignments as well, inviting a hell lot of pleasantries (!) from my better half. In retrospect I feel one could be earnest and diligent without compromising holidays but then the realization is too little and probably too late.   What differentiated the present weekends to the previous is the presence of our only child on each Saturday terminating the weeklong separation and our consequential appearance in malls, market places and add to it the journey to Her Highness’s delight-her mother’s place. I am not a bad driver but the lady preferred our son to drive us around.  We had an extended weekend last week as we planned a long drive and stay at Visakhapatnam for a couple of days. Visakhapatnam is a beautiful city with a long coastline to enjoy different sea beaches. The ornamental beach road is a delight to watch. The to and fro drive was wonderful because the national highway has been suitably modernized with no intervening railway level crossings which prevents you from getting tired. The people of the state are affable and their civic sense is commendable. We had a short but satisfying holiday.

The Muses failed again and I sat idly before the laptop expecting the unexpected to happen. I remember a story where the Ringmaster of the circus was intimidating the leading lady by saying, ‘if you fall down from the rope during the rope-walk I would get you married to that donkey standing over there’. The donkey overheard the conversation and was pretty happy that he had a prospect at last. I have begun to believe that  I live with that donkey’s prospect. Stray thoughts indeed.