The Plaster of Thought-Walls (100th Part)

Thought: Six Hundred and Ninety-Six
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Do you love someone? Or are you in a romantic relationship with someone? Excellent news. Love is a wonderful thing—when you do such things, somehow you feel happy, you can eat almonds to your heart's content... Dr. Jahangir Kabir has said that eating almonds mixed with butter is good. So, your first duty is not to cause them pain. What does this entail? Many things. Let me tell you one.

You're calling them and can't get through. Let's say you haven't been able to reach them for quite some time. You're getting a busy signal or your call is waiting. Therefore, you immediately assume they're busy on the phone with someone of the opposite sex. Some terrible dragon is stealing and devouring their body, their mind, their everything! No, no, no...

On Messenger, Viber, imo, WhatsApp you're getting busy signals or it just shows "connecting," not "ringing." So what are they doing? Surely talking on the phone with someone of the opposite sex, sucking away their life and youth... Who, who, who! In anger and resentment you think—I've got you today, I'll devour you completely! Do you know who I am?

What then? When they finally call you back, you begin with great enthusiasm to excavate their entire lineage. They're a scoundrel, their character is bad, they're awful, and so on and so forth. Or you start talking to them as if they're a thief and you're the police! Whatever they might say, you remain steadfast and immovable in your position, as if wounding and bloodying them is your primary objective.

Do you know what this accomplishes? Afterwards, whenever they call you back, they'll speak in the voice of a criminal, even if what you suspect isn't true at all! You can chain a dog, but not a human being. When you put a chain around a person's neck, they start to look like a dog. Just imagine—you're in love with a dog! Woof...

Wait, was that actually a crime? Seriously? If someone is fasting, they can't eat, fine—but does that mean they can't even look at a food menu? Why are you so stupid? Do you have no brain in your head, no heart in your chest?

If someone is truly a bad person, will calling them a bad person a million times make them good? If you already know they're a bad person, then why are you staying with them? Why don't you leave that bad person! I mean, or are you also bad yourself?

You must remember that girls don't come into this world solely to fall in love with boys, boys don't come into this world solely to fall in love with girls. You might not have anything else to do, but they do, don't they? Don't people get necessary phone calls? Is necessary conversation on Messenger forbidden? A thief thinks everyone is a thief.

Do you flare up when you see your beloved chatting with someone? Do you start treating them badly? Do you speak to them in hurtful ways? Okay fine! They'll chat from another ID or won't do it in front of you—they'll do it secretly. Is that better now? Remember, you can't force people to stay—you can do that with goats.

If someone doesn't feel good when they're with you, if they suffer discomfort, rest assured they don't actually love you—they're just acting at love. Learn to give space, learn to give comfort, let them do whatever they want! People must return to a refuge; if you can become that refuge, only then will you be fulfilled.

Gone are the days when Alamgir and Shabana could hold each other captive with love alone! Brother, back then a single glance between Mousumi and Omar Sani's eyes would spark romance, with background music playing... la la la la... la la la la... la la la la... If love happened in that style now, people wouldn't even have time to use the bathroom between all that romancing!

Remember this, Chowdhury saheb—if you keep treating me like a defendant, I'll keep treating you like a police officer, not a loved one! I may be poor, but I'm no thief!

Now tell me, what if your beloved actually does talk to someone of the opposite gender? Does the world end when a boy talks to a girl or a girl talks to a boy? If they want to talk, can you really stop them? Are you sure? Is there some universal law that says you can only have one mobile phone, maintain one ID, or face execution? Remember, the bigger the police officer, the bigger the thief! You'll call, the phone will ring, they won't answer—because they're sleeping, they're not near the phone, and so on. Simple! Any problem with that? Brother, be grateful your beloved isn't attracted to the same gender. If that were the case, they'd give you even less attention, or none at all.

Be a lover, not a police officer. You know what happens when you become the police? When they call you back, they'll carry an unnecessary sense of inferiority or guilt. Sometimes they'll call you purely out of obligation, against their heart's desire. It might even happen that they're calling with profound irritation or disgust. They might harbor rebellion or revulsion while calling you day after day.

The love slowly disappears from within them—because of your constant suspicion, mental torture, twisted words, or your habit of putting them in remand regularly. To them, you become the embodiment of terror! They're acting to keep the relationship alive. Have you noticed this? When someone feels like a thief while talking to you or being with you, it's natural that love won't bloom in their heart for you. Staying silent out of fear is not the same as staying silent out of love.

Is this the sign of a healthy relationship? Let the one you love be themselves, and you be yourself too. Every person is first a human being, then a lover. If you want to win their heart, be humane first—the rest will follow naturally. Receiving someone's love is a matter of supreme fortune. And the Creator always grants fortune to those who understand its value. Not all fortunes are for everyone. First become worthy of receiving love, understand them from their position, not your own.

Even the domestic help you hire with money won't work when 'Srimoyi' starts on Star Jalsha—she'll sit gaping at the TV instead. If you don't let her watch serials, she'll take work elsewhere. There's no shortage of work, no shortage of houses. See, even with payment you can't make her do exactly what you want. And you think you can control your beloved exactly as you wish in the name of love, causing them pain? Are you the only person left in the world?

If you want hundred percent loyalty on your terms, get a dog, not a human being.

Reflection: Six Hundred and Ninety-Five
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One. If you ever find yourself in trouble, you will suffer far more from the inaction of those who like you than from the activism of those who dislike you.
And often you will see that both groups have been benefited by you in some way or other.
Two. If a rickshawala ever slaps you across the face, then...
He slapped you by mistake,
he is bad and you are good,
he is just a street person and you are something much greater,
even if he spent his whole life striving he could never equal your shoelaces,
if you wanted you could crush him in a minute,
...etcetera etcetera—you might be able to say such things, console yourself by repeating them over and over, but at the end of the day there is only one truth: you have been slapped by a rickshawala.
Two things will happen here:
One, for the rest of his life he will be able to say that he slapped you. What a great achievement he now has to tell everyone as a story!
Two, the physical and mental anguish of the rickshawala's slap will torment you greatly. That he slapped you by mistake is less important than this: that he was able to slap you!
You know, of course, that a two-rupee goat devours a garden worth a lakh! Whether the goat costs two rupees or a lakh, both kinds of goats cause the same loss of a lakh rupees by devouring the garden worth a lakh!
(I have not used the word 'rickshawala' in this post to diminish anyone in any way, but only to illustrate my point.)
Three. Both sin and virtue depend on time. If it were such that drinking alcohol would prevent one from ever catching corona (COVID-19), I would personally feed my father alcohol regularly at every meal with my own hands. What would my mother do then? What else would she do—she would wait eagerly for drinking time! Simple! Thank goodness seventy percent alcohol-rich sanitizer stopped at the hands!
This is reality. This is called the demand of the times. Ha ha!
I drink, you bastard, so you call me a drunkard, but you can't drink, you bastard, so far from calling you anything, I don't even count you among people—have you ever bothered to notice this? You want to go to heaven, you bastard, with your food habits, so go, who's stopping you! I'm a drinking man, you bastard, why are you dragging and pulling me around? If heaven puts us both in the same room (I mean, it could happen, right?), do you think your dear roommate will let you go without pouring at least a little alcohol down your throat?
On a different note, one of my aunts will only see a female gynecologist, male doctors are forbidden, if necessary she will die without treatment, that too is forbidden. And this same woman, yes, this very same woman, even if she dies, will not let her son's wife work.
This is conservatism. This is called the demand of the heart. Ha ha!
Four. The snake is not striking now—this does not mean the snake will never strike again, or that the snake has given up striking. I believe a snake generally never changes its nature.
Another thing: even if the tiger is not biting at the moment, its teeth are still very much inside, it hasn't forgotten how to bite. It's safe to keep this in mind.
When the time comes, everything becomes clear.
Five. The girl had written: I will meet you in the next life too!
The boy wrote: I love you, darling!...an immediate reply!
The boy didn't realize that the girl had mistakenly written 'too' when she meant to write 'only.'
Actually the girl had meant to write: I will meet you only in the next life!

Result: Two days later, the boy received the girl's wedding invitation; inside that envelope was a note that read: "Darling, I love you too! Come to the wedding, your favorite mutton curry will be there!"

Six. When a boy stays silent out of fear for the person he loves, accepting everything with a smile, that beloved person thinks to themselves: "Ah, how much he loves me, how much he cares." But in the boy's heart swells an ocean of helplessness, anger, and disgust.

When a girl stays silent out of love for the person she adores, accepting everything with a smile, that beloved person thinks to themselves: "Ah, how much she fears me, how much she cares." But in the girl's heart swells an ocean of helplessness, questions, and the ache of separation.

Most girls, trying to win love, end up winning only more fear!
Most boys, trying to instill fear, end up winning only more love!

When love rides on fear's back,
Fear becomes love's sweet track!
(This is a bogus status update! Tell me if it's right or wrong!!)

Seven. Someone for whom you have never done the slightest favor may or may not harm you.

But these two types of people will definitely harm you—
First: someone you once helped but can no longer assist.
Second: someone whose expectations you cannot meet with your help, and even if you help according to their expectations, there's no guarantee you'll be spared.

In short, the easiest way to stay safe in this cursed country: never help anyone at all.

Alas, one cannot live this way...!!

(Dogs are the exception here. Help a dog once, and it will remember you for life. Humans have yet to master this particular canine style.)

Eight. Without facing adversity, knowing people is impossible.
And after the crisis passes, giving everyone the same place in your heart as before is impossible.

Perhaps recognizing these two impossibilities is what we call life.

Nine. Pritilata's garland asks me, "How much longer will you torment me...will you torment me?"

Pritilata's provost had asked me, "What was your relationship with the garland?"

I couldn't give any proper answer, just stammered tremblingly, "The garland is my aunt, the garland is my aunt..."

(Students of Chittagong University will better understand the meaning of this post.)

Ten. Tell them that excellent rasgullas are available in Brahmanbaria.

(They truly are available. Once you taste them, you'll remember.)

**Thought: Six Hundred Ninety-Six**
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One. In almost every "I love you" in the world, two words remain implicit, to be understood. Those two words: "terms and conditions apply."

Two. From my own experience, I can tell you that actually, this is the real face of man—enjoying to see others suffer. Trust me, this is. 
No matter whether you are strong or helpless, if you suffer, others will enjoy. Hmm... you've got the point—man is really cruel by instinct. 
Yes, there are exceptions. And so, the world is still liveable.

Three. According to calculations, good days are coming for our kids. 
Many guardians won't have their children study medicine or won't allow them to. 
The competition for medical entrance exams should decrease compared to before!

Four. How is a bad poem written? 
The poem you wrote and then threw into the wastebasket, thinking it unfit for publication—I went and published that very poem! There you have it, a bad poem created!
And a bad person...? 
A person who doesn't care even when climbing onto the funeral pyre that the fire about to ignite the wood is merely purchased fire—with no touch of love in it—such a person remains a bad person for as long as they stay alive!

Five. What was I saying—when you're being crazy, keep on being crazy... with complete dedication! Don't listen to anyone at all.
If you keep up the craziness, one day, they'll be the ones listening to you.
And if you stop the craziness, even then, they'll keep on talking.
The choice is yours.
But madness doesn't strike everyone's head, even with practice.
But madness doesn't strike everyone's head, even with effort.
If going mad were so easy, how many rascals would have gone mad at least once!
You're not harming anyone! So who cares?

Six. Two types of people needlessly hound others:
One, those who are unhappy in their personal lives.
Two, those who don't really have much work.
Look around you, check for yourself.

Seven. Lockdown spreads across the city,
I can't go anywhere.
Your account says locked,
I can't see you.
Mother, where do I go now?

Eight. I follow two simple principles:
One, when I need advice, if someone I would never seek advice from (even if I knew them... no way) insists on giving me unsolicited counsel, I don't take it; instead, I get annoyed. Of course, if they're someone I know personally, that's different.
Two, if someone who would never seek advice from me (even if they knew me... no way) needs counsel, I never insist on giving them even a single piece of advice. Of course, if I'm someone they know personally, that's different.
Why, you know? Because I believe that in this world, I'm not the only creature that doesn't survive by eating grass. We're all at home now; everyone's job is to wash hands. Why are we abandoning that to engage in such pettiness?

Nine. After a crisis,
Good people become better,
Bad people become worse.

Ten. Sir, I've figured it out—you once tried your hand at writing poetry but couldn't manage it. That's why you're so angry!
Today I'm happy thinking that you love poetry. Perhaps you can't stand poets, but that's nothing much! If not for that past failure of yours, you too would have found some people today who find you unbearable at first sight!
Well, you can draw pictures though, sir!

People who fly into a rage just looking at you, sometimes even lunging forward to strike—you encounter such souls constantly, don't you? Did I speak falsely, sir?

Forgive me, sir. I apologize for your failures.

You draw well. Pleasant to behold. Carry on, sir. I have no time for anything beyond this.

I'm busy—to stay alive, I must write some poetry...

You're busy—to stay alive, you must murder some poetry...

(Such is life... no big deal!)

Eleven. Even at three in the morning, the coronavirus couldn't stop two things: one, my poetry writing. Two, your requests for BCS guidelines.

Whatever one can do, one continues doing...

Twelve. Job and wife—if men could abandon these two, many would ascend to sainthood.

Thirteen. Even real love with pain is total bullshit!
Peace even without love is the greatest love.
No love is much much much better than painful love.

Fourteen. Tapu loves (read: likes) Rimu, but cannot voice it. Tapu is simply too shy!

Tapu's "best friend" was Mithu. One day, after much persuasion and coaching, Tapu sent Mithu to Rimu to confess his love.

To honor his friend's request, Mithu went to Rimu and spoke of love—but not Tapu's, his own!

(What fool takes a tiffin box of rice to a wedding feast?)

What followed? The twosome began strutting around the CUET campus.

Mithu-Rimu... best couple!
Tapu-Mithu... best fiend!

Earlier, Tapu would say: If anyone speaks ill of Mithu in front of me, I'll tear their tongue right out!

Now Tapu says: If anyone speaks ill of Mithu behind my back, I'll tear their tongue right out!

Krishna plays his games, while the poor tongue suffers the consequences!

Those who've seen Werner Herzog's documentary "My Best Fiend" (1999) about his bitter relationship with Klaus Kinski will find some resonance in how a best friend can become a best fiend!

Subsequently,
Mithu and Rimu bound themselves in eternal union. Heaven made this pair!
Tapu and Mithu bound themselves in eternal separation. CUET made these enemies!

Which means,
Tapu's name isn't Tapu.
Mithu's name isn't Mithu.
Rimu's name isn't Rimu.
But the incident is entirely true!

Moral of the story: When sharecropping chickens, remember that in times of need, even a friend can transform into a fox!

Thought: Six Hundred Ninety-Seven
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One. Suppose you are on your deathbed, struck down by COVID-19. Even then, caring nothing for death, a person will endanger themselves and remain by your side. Yes, they will!

Perhaps this person is someone you have treated with contempt or neglect day after day, never giving them proper time, never once troubling yourself about their likes or dislikes—you can't even remember if you ever did. They are not even the person whose face first floats before your eyes when you hear the phrase "beloved one"!

The name of this shameless, foolish, mad person is... Mother!

The word 'love' truly becomes too small when it comes to mothers. Why?

Your so-called 'beloved one'...

Try not giving them time according to their preference and see what happens!
See how long they stay if you don't behave according to their wishes!
See if they remain even when you cannot give them what they want!
Throw them the invisible challenge of accepting you exactly as you are!
If you don't navigate their anger, their hurt feelings, their ego with understanding... they'll kick you and leave before you know what hit you!

...Yes, even all 'selfless love' comes with certain conditions! Those conditions may let you live, but they don't exactly let you live in peace.

There was a song, wasn't there... "Dance, my mynah bird, you'll get your coins!"
Shall I sing it with a slight change?... "Dance, my monkey, you'll get your love!"

You think I'm wrong? Think again!
...If your thoughts remain the same this time too, then I'll say you are fortunate.

Many love well, but how many hold on till the end?
Many want to be bedfellows, but how many are willing to be deathbed companions?
Many want to live together, but how many want to die together?

P.S. Replacing the word 'Mother' here with 'Father' would not be wrong either.

Two. When giving milk is not mandatory for the cow, but getting milk is necessary for you, then you must tolerate the cow's kicks. Don't you understand?

In one of my writings, I think I wrote that what we learned in childhood—"The cow gives us milk"—is the most false statement there is. Why would the cow give us milk? For what pleasure? Doesn't it have anything else to do after eating? The truth is, we make the cow give us milk... We make the cow give us milk.

So first we must understand, whose need is it? Mine, or the cow's?

Three. 'Brother, you are in our heart, you will remain there.'

This kind of talk genuinely terrifies me! I have seen from experience that it's easiest to kick the person in your heart, because they're so easy to find quickly.

That's why I'm afraid to be in anyone's heart.

Four. Tell me, will you give love or not!
And,
Tell me, will you be enlightened or not!
—Both produce the same kind of irritation.

When will these fools understand this simple thing?

I feel a kind of pity for those who try to force their wishes, preferences, or opinions on others.

Chowdhury Saheb, even if no one says anything to your face out of fear, do you know that behind your back everyone calls you an ox? Let me tell you what we say when we see you...

Come near our car, see our ointments!
(You and that fellow—same thing!)

Five. Rather than making me good and pure, making yourself good and pure is more necessary for you. You will go to hell not because of my sins, but due to the lack of your own virtue.

Rather than looking at what I have accomplished in this life, you should focus on what you still haven't been able to do. Turn your gaze inward, away from what lies before your eyes.

This will benefit us both.

Six. Friendship, love, marriage.

In all three of these, it is wise to engage with equals or with those superior to yourself. Equal or superior in what sense? In knowledge, in mentality, in intelligence, in thought.

If you form relationships with those beneath you or with fools, if you give them your time, if you think of them, destruction is more or less inevitable. Both friendship and enmity with such people are harmful, regardless of their financial or social standing.

And if such worthy companions cannot be found, it is better to walk alone. In such cases, solitude is the greatest blessing.

A narrow-minded and foolish person is like coal—when cold, it dirties your hands; when hot, it burns them. If you maintain relations with a base person, you will unknowingly descend to their level; they will inevitably drag you down to theirs.

There is no greater sorrow than having to live with a fool.

There is no greater misfortune than having to maintain relations with someone of wicked disposition.

Then tell me... new-parrot, you were human before, now you've become a bird!
What are your feelings about this? How does this new avian life feel?

Seven. Whether you accept it or not, you eat puffed rice soaked in Sprite. This world doesn't run on right and wrong. It didn't before, it doesn't now. I don't know about the future.

There are only two things here. One, what happens. Two, what doesn't happen.

Everything else exists only in your head and mine, and in our beliefs. These things can't tear anything apart for anyone. This is the world.

Eight. Among the few poems I've written recently that brought tears to my eyes, that I couldn't finish in one sitting, that made me get up from the laptop multiple times, I remember two at this moment: One, Give Me Rice. Two, Middle Class.

Nine. I stay awake all night...
to receive some sorrow,
to hear some songs,
to shed some tears,
to write some lines.

And you...?

I'm listening to a few songs. I have to listen to a few songs.
Raincoat. Memories in March. Some other movie songs too.
...felt like sharing, listen if you get the chance.

What am I writing! Dawn is breaking... or perhaps it's dawn already!

Thought: Six Hundred Ninety-Eight
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One. Those who are not happy with themselves pay more attention to others.
How am I, you ask.
I am not happy with myself. (Not a single creative person in this world is happy.)
But my busyness is terribly excessive. The thought of needlessly pursuing someone else doesn't even cross my mind.
Those people who are happy yet still chase after others—understand this: they are idle gossips, troublemakers, worthless busybodies...

Two. The people of Barishal should have thought earlier about why Jibanananda Das left Barishal and went to Natore seeking a moment's peace!

Three. Question—Expand on this thought: Peace is greater than happiness.
Answer—My wife is now at her father's house.
(Ten out of ten! Full marks!)

Four. Every woman should...maintain good relations with her father's house...staying there for days on end, months on end.

Five. When I am very ill,
and the doctor says, "From today
you must stop eating sweets,"
even then if sweets arrive,
especially from Datta Sweets in Gopalganj,
I will cheerfully create reasons
to eat those sweets!
I love eating sandesh terribly, terribly much. Wherever I go, I first inquire what famous foods are available there. And I eat them all. Before I die, wherever I go, I will definitely eat the renowned local delicacy—even if eating it is forbidden, I will eat it. To this day, the best sandesh I've ever eaten is from Datta Sweets in Gopalganj.

Six. When you were alive,
only one path lay open before me for living each day: loving you.
After your death,
now only one path remains open before me for staying alive: loving you.
I find a certain peace in thinking you never knew of this love, because if you truly had known, you would have spent your final moments in great anguish, thinking of leaving me behind alone. You lived free from the burden of my love, and you departed the same way—this has truly freed me from endless regret. One can live with the pain of unrequited love, but living while bearing the pain of one's beloved is very difficult.

Seven. You think
what a tremendous thing you've done,
stealing my sleep at night!
You fool!
You don't even know
I never sleep at night anyway!

Eight. Then tell me, how many likes did you get on your wall after taking that fair-complexioned selfie?
Which idiot would ever come close to you...even once?

Nine. Associate more with those who believe in your abilities.

Thought: Six Hundred and Ninety-Nine
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There's no point in saluting just anyone. You salute people deliberately. Not every fool deserves your salute. If you salute just anyone, it breeds a kind of distrust in your own power. So what then? Should you be rude? Oh no! The question doesn't even arise! There's no need to be rude to anyone. Keep yourself at such a distance that you don't even find them close enough to be rude to! Don't let them near you, and don't go near them yourself.

There are some people whom you must salute, whether you understand or not—and you simply must.

You will salute your parents. Without them, you couldn't have come into this world. Whether from joy, sorrow, or reluctance, they brought you into this world, so they are worthy of reverence beyond all question. You wretch, all this jumping around you do today—how could you even do that if they hadn't given you the opportunity to land in this world and grow up?

You will salute those for whom you are who you are today. Your elder brother, elder sister, uncle, maternal uncle, teacher, or anyone else. If they hadn't been by your side, it would have been very difficult for you to survive. They took hardship upon themselves to make your life as easy as they could within their means. When you bow to them, if it even crosses your mind that their feet have dust, dirt... how can I bow?... then I'll say you're just an animal in human form, a pig's offspring, nothing more.

You will salute those whom you found beside you in your difficult times. If they hadn't been there, it would have been very hard to come out of those bad times—perhaps you couldn't have come out at all! Never forget them for the rest of your life. They are gods in human form. Even when they come to mind, let your whole body tremble once with reverence and respect! Whether their age or qualifications are more or less than yours doesn't matter—your place should remain at their feet for life.

Those who love you, who care for you. Without any particular reason, some people keep you in their daily prayers. They truly exist. You may not even know them, but if you ever can, then you are greatly blessed. Don't hurt their feelings if you can help it. In this world, people who know how to love are diminishing day by day. So before those who still remain, take off your cap of pride. Don't think about whether you feel like taking it off or not—just take it off, that's all!

The great souls—they may be nothing to you, yet they are everything to you. How so? The way you're building yourself up bit by bit every day—how do you do it? By following their path or taking inspiration from them, isn't that right? Whether you salute them or not makes no difference to them. Do it for your own need—you'll feel much strength within your mind, and more importantly, it will keep your feet on the ground. Before flying in the sky, your feet must be on the ground, not in the sky.

I myself salute these five types of people, blindly, without doubt. The benefit to me is immense. Let me speak a bit separately about the fifth type. I learn about their lifestyle, I learn about their old days. I try to understand with how much dedication they've reached where they are today.

When Prosenjit had not yet become Prosenjit, when he was merely Bumba-da, he too had to skip one meal so he could eat another, saving money to buy food for his mother and sister. It brings me joy and inspiration to know how far such people have risen from such ordinary beginnings. Apart from their work and commitment, nothing else occupied their minds then, nor does it now. It is through sheer hard work, patience, and passion—these three alone—that they have become who they are today. I feel not an ounce of envy toward them; rather, I fall in love with them. This love is completely blind, and I have no regret or objection about it. I have no desire to argue about this with any fool or learned bastard.

Beyond these five types of people, I do not bow my head to anyone from the heart. What's the point of bowing before someone who has no substance in their head? Yes, sometimes I do act out bowing before those who may lack substance in their heads but have wealth in their pockets—and that too only when I'm absolutely compelled by circumstance.

For all the other people in this world, I maintain a wall. I don't let them come close. I am just friendly to them; I am not their friend. At most, I let them place their hand in mine, not on my shoulder. Their place is only outside the door of my room. After all, brother, nothing is more precious than time, is it not? If I must give it, I'll give it to those five types of people, and certainly to myself—why would I give it to just anyone? Yes, I spend time in two other places: one, on what I enjoy doing; two, on what I need to do. That's it, period!

When I tell you, "Sorry, I don't have time," it means I won't give my time to you—have the sense to understand this, boss!

Again I say, when I salute those five types of people, I don't think about why I'm doing it, whether it's necessary at all—I just salute, and I will continue to do so until death. Completely unconditionally, blindly. I have decided to spend my life bowing my head before certain people. I may not have any explanation or logic for this, nor do I need any. This is a kind of faith of mine, a deeply cherished faith—this faith keeps me alive!

Thought: Seven Hundred
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One. Two things about people fail to stir any feeling in me. First, the salute of a stranger. Second, the kick of a stranger.

Two. Before seeking advice from someone, first consider whether they are the right person to offer it.

Three. Every act of worship demands some sleepless nights.

Four. : Darling, let's run away together!
: Where would we run?
: We'll go very far away.
: Where exactly is 'very far'?
: Somewhere no one will ever find us.
: I understand, but where is this place?
: Darling, you're such a fool! You've completely ruined the mood!

Five. To grow as a human being in life, two things are absolutely essential:
First. Never speak without knowing. I see many people talking very confidently about matters they know nothing about. It's truly infuriating. Those who seem to know everything about the world are simply laughable. Being around those who know how to say "I don't know" makes decision-making much easier. Beware of those who give advice on subjects they know nothing about!

Second. Learning to say "I can't." I will not take responsibility for anything beyond my capacity. I will never commit to anyone about doing something I cannot do. Someone who cannot keep commitments may seem good initially but appears worthless later. But someone who surrenders from the start may seem bad initially but appears responsible later. Even if work is forced upon me, I cannot accept it if I cannot do it properly.
Responsibility is a great virtue.

Six. When someone undervalues you, prepare yourself in such a way that you won't have time to even assess (count) that person. This is called stubbornness—good stubbornness. There's only one fundamental principle for living well in life: STN!! (Don't embarrass me by asking for an explanation—you won't get one.)

Seven. Doctors only understand the patient's disease, not their sorrow. There isn't time to give that much attention, and this is natural.
I understand your problem and try to understand your sorrow to some extent as well. Why? Because I have unlimited time? No. Your sorrow is the subject matter of my writing; out of my own inner obligation, I think deeply about your sorrow and my own.
I have much sorrow, so I enjoy doctoring sorrows.

Seven. A clever man knows how to cheat, an intelligent man knows how to make others let him cheat.

Eight. You need some enemies in your life. If you don't have any, create some.
You have only friends? Well, it means no one gives a fuck about you.

Nine. You can never achieve anything great by staying with small-minded people. To do something new, you need fresh thinking. Leave the company of those who lack this, who live with their old thinking or borrowed thoughts from others—leave them before it's too late. Be very very careful about the persons you keep around yourself. Your subconscious mind always adjusts you with their mindset. Being alone is far far better than being with a cheap person or a brainless creature.

Ten. You will receive genuine, selfless praise from people only after your death.
But you must do the work to earn that praise before you die.
The greatest achievement in this world is being able to become a good human being.

No one sheds tears after a person's death except for those who were truly good human beings, regardless of how great or powerful they might have been in life. In fact, some people actually rejoice when they hear of certain individuals falling ill! Alas, can't they understand what utterly failed, wretched human lives they are leading? Disgusting!

Eleven. Friendship between men and women is something of a myth. It has no real existence. This kind of friendship is merely contact between two people who, for whatever reason, are afraid to tell each other the truth. One of them harbors secret hopes in their heart, while the other openly dismisses them. Eventually, they must part ways. Sometimes they don't separate—they stay together. But they must ultimately reach an understanding, accepting that their friendship is no longer just friendship.

So is there never any friendship between a man and a woman? Of course there is. When? At the beginning of their acquaintance, when the friendship has just begun. It also exists in another situation—when their love affair ended long ago, and the relationship remains purely as friendship.

What causes this? The primary reason is fear. "I've fallen in love"—one side doesn't want to say it, the other doesn't want to acknowledge it. When they finally want to say it or accept it, it's already too late; there's nothing left to be done.

Twelve. There are two basic courtesies I always maintain when sending friend requests:

One: If it seems to me that this person has no reason whatsoever to keep me on their friend list, I never send them a request. Not even to beautiful women! (Though I do feel delighted when a beautiful woman—one not obsessed with BCS exams or career discussions—sends me a friend request.)

Two: Apart from my colleagues, old friends, acquaintances, or those who might have some reason to be interested in me, if I send a request to a stranger, I always exchange a couple of lines of pleasantries in their inbox.

Sending a friend request to someone who has no reason to keep you on their friend list means bothering them and presenting yourself as frivolous. Everyone really needs this most basic common sense when Facebooking.

Happy Facebooking!

Thirteen. Your reckless actions can make not only you but also your neighborhood, your institution, your organization, even your family utterly despicable in people's eyes. Such intense hatred never leaves people's minds, not even in a lifetime. Whenever anything connected to you or yours comes before their eyes, that hatred flares up instantly. Their feelings unconsciously cry out—Disgusting!

You'll even see that when you or someone close to you dies, your loved ones or you yourself have to endure people's mockery and ridicule. On that day, the very pillar that once gave you the strength to prance about will be busy providing the necessary support for some other goat to jump around. People say goats dance by the strength of the pillar. I say pillars survive by the strength of goats. Remember, with the arrival of a new goat, the old goat is forgotten.

The person you're attacking today may be suffering alone, but when their spit lands on your corpse, every person dear to you will feel the pain. On that day, there will be nothing left to do. A bad person finds no forgiveness even in death. You can extract fear by force through physical strength or positional authority, but not love. When a neighborhood dog dies, people feel as much sorrow as they feel joy when a bad person from the neighborhood or someone close to them dies.

Good people possess a certain power. Before that power, all the might of worldly tumult appears utterly insignificant.



Be courageous enough to fight your fight alone.
Be strong enough to cry your cry alone.
Be patient enough to win your win alone.
Be adamant enough to stand your stand alone.
Be kind enough to laugh your laugh with others.

This is life!

We live in a world of inferior people. Prove yourself superior and forgive the inferior. Yes, I mean it. Never ever are all the people same. Some are born to stay superior, some are born to stay inferior. It's your choice where you make yourself belong to.
They hate you because they cannot have the life you have. It's okay to live hated by some. Extraordinary people can never live unhated.