People go on
misunderstanding me. However I try to explain, be plain and candid, they
continue to misunderstand me. It has puzzled me often.
I do not know how to
be more ‘clear’ or to be more ‘simple’. I am simple, leading a simple life.
Simplicity is my life style. My life style is never called pompous by anyone so
far.
I use plain language,
everyday language to express my everyday thoughts.
I am not a student of
Socrates, Plato, Kent or Nietzsche.
I am a simple ordinary
man born and brought up in a remote village in India.
I studied in a village
school with thatched roof and bare brick walls. I was taught by teachers who
thought like other villagers.
My higher studies were
done in colleges of no exceptional reputation.
I was never influenced
by the thoughts of any one of my teachers because they never thought different.
Rather I was asked to confirm with the convention of the society by my
teachers.
I have been working in
a small college in a remote hilly area teaching below average students. None of
my authorities and colleagues inspired me to think different.
I am spending my life
in a small village like town in India, quite peaceful life.
I love my family and
am caring for them.
I read the same
newspaper as others; watch the same television channels. I shop from the same
supermarket; share the same road, travel in a small vehicle.
I am not rich, nor
poor. I am neither jealous nor over ambitious.
I never poke into
other’s life.
Still I have been
misunderstood at many occasions.
Why?
I know one thing about
my life that is different from others.
I think for myself. I
have not submitted my brain to someone else to fill it with their thoughts. My
brain is mine. I have freedom to keep it with me, unyielding.
I think different!
Since I think
different I speak different and act different. I cannot but think, speak and
act different.
I used to tell others:
I think different – that is no harm to you.
Do not give me an
occasion to speak – I will not speak different.
I always take care
that none of my action interfere your life. So leave my actions to myself.
Iago, the villain in
Shakespeare’s play ‘Othello’ said at one occasion that he disliked the hero
Othello because of the ‘daily beauty of his life’. That was not the fault of
Othello.
I am aware that I am
flying higher and ahead of others. I am flying at least 40 years ahead of
others. It would have been a comfortable existence if I was born 40 or more
years late. But this is not my fault.
I tried to carry others
along with me in this flight. But none comes up.
So the views on life
with me are different from others. My life style is different. My approaches
are different.
I cannot act
otherwise.
Forgive me if it annoys
you.
I am different. Hence
I have been misunderstood my others always.
I am different. I am
proud of it.
Further reading:
How do I write blogs @
http://professorjacobabraham.blogspot.in/2013/05/how-i-write-blogs.html
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Jacob Abraham
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