The entire past of a person is like a dustbin. Whenever one puts his hand in and
tries to take anything out, no matter what it is, it will surely stink. Similarly, all his
aspirations for future resemble the desire to fly like a bird, whenever he will try,
he is bound to fall hard and hit the ground.
Quotations
Deep Trivedi
Life is only the present. And in the present, neither there is room for memories of
the past nor worries of the future. The root cause of all the miseries of life is the
effort to accommodate the past or future in the present.
Other than our 'mind', what is it that we have, which we can call our own?
Everything else is gifted by nature and made usable by science. At the same
time, if you talk of joy of mind, it lies in "art". But then it is difficult to understand
that in this process, where do we feel the need for these 'so-called religions'?
Any task that looks very difficult from a distance, remember...the same once
commenced, never proves to be that difficult.
We are so interested in religion that first we put the person who has come to
awaken us to sleep. Then making him God, we establish such a religion around
him that we don't face any obstacle in perpetrating the violence, jealousy, partiality,
lies, cheating, fraud or pretence as we desire; and simultaneously adhering to
few hypocrisies, also remain proud of being religious.
The kind and quantum of what you possess is not the proof of your being rich...
but yes, what and how much you still want to attain surely reveals how poor you
are.
We are religious gurus. What do we do? Whatever you do, we brand it as a
sin... Meaning, despite being dependent on your donations, we abuse you. Still
this skill of ours works...because there is no dearth of intelligent people in this
world.
The one and only reason behind all the miseries and failures of our life is our
selfishness and the deeds induced by our selfish nature.
Any form of art is the manifestation of God. Whereas, in temples and churches
someone has just been instated in the name of God.
