Laws of physics..

This incident happened when I was in school. Our school was around a mile from my house, and on my way to school, I used to go to my friend, Manikandan’s house, from where we both will go together to school.

One day while coming back from school(as usual tired!), we saw a lorry on the road leading to manikandan’s house, and it was about to start. Since the road we regularly used was a sparingly used one, there was not much people also on the road. Just a quick glance at each other, and we jumped to the back of the lorry and clung there, when the lorry started.. We were enjoying the journey clinging to the lorry’s iron bars in the back, but soon we realized, the lorry driver had no intention to stop when he reached manikandan’s house!! Ofcourse he had not seen us, else who would allow two small brats to cling to the back of their lorry.

Manikandan’s house passed and since we had no choice, but to leave the lorry, which was in high speed now and fall in the road, but we both were waiting for the other to drop first.. Well, Manikandan, I knew will never drop off the lorry unless I did, so I did that, and in flash of second I was lying in the middle of road flat, and the lorry zooming out of my eyes, with manikandan clung on to it!!

I was sure, he will also follow suit, and by the time he came after “falling” from the lorry, My knees were gushing blood and also the skin of my palms had sort-of come-off. But Interestingly I found out that Manikandan had less bruises and I was wondering why. Anyway we agreed to keep this adventure with ourselves, lest we(especially manikandan) would’ve to go trough another adventure with our parents..

While walking home from manikandan’s house, where I got my first aid(yes, we lied about the bruises), I was pondering why manikandan had less bruises than me.. Well, thanks to the physics lessons we had at school I didnt need much time to figure out..

  1. Manikandan was lean and I was healthy(nooo. I was not fat!! ЁЯША hence I had more mass than manikandan, and I had more impact
  2. When I jumped off the lorry, the lorry’s speed was more, and hence the impact was more.
  3. When Manikandan jumped off, the lorry was approaching a corner and hence the lorry driver slowed, slowing manikandan’s body’s velocity.

    4. and so on..

By the time I reached home, with aching bruises, I had somewhat re-invented Newtons laws of motion.,

hmm..

Today, in the evening as I was walking out of Sainsbury’s pushing a full shopping cart, I suddenly noticed..

a father was helping his young son to cross the road., He was holding the hands of his son and was smiling to him, encouraging him.. I found out soon, that his son was retarded..

I felt sympathy and sadness. But I noticed I felt it for the parent, who was encouraging his son..

Hmm… I wonder the predicament of God., he has to answer for a lot of things.. maybe thats why he’s in hiding..

days just go by..

No.. I havent a clue about the days gone by. Many things went past, many new lessons, many new impressions, many thoughts ringing again and again.. Havent updated the journal for a while.. has been sitting in front of the screen past few days, but the words just wont come.. I start writing and the words stop, then I blink for a few moments, before logging out or closing the window. The remedy, start writing whatever comes to the mind.. so here I go..

Another Story…

I was narrating this story to Rashmi, after my Car-theft-incident. Rashmi was remarking that I was going thorough a bad phase, maybe I am, but this story came to my mind. Rashmi instructed me to put the story here..

Once upon a time, there was a villager in a village by side of a forest, who owned a horse stable and reared horse for occupation. He lived happily with his wife and his young son., and all the villagers respected him for his knowledge and people used to go to him for advise.

One day, one of the best horses from his stable ran away to the jungle near the village. The villagers considered it to be the lucky horse, as they believed it brought him the prosperity. The villagers went to the farmer and conveyed their sorrow over this bad-luck, to which the villager replied “Good-luck or Bad-luck.. Who knows??”

Soon it happened that the horse which fled away to the forest, came back with a lot of wild horses following it.. The villagers were wondering at the good-luck of the villager, and went to congratulate him, and the villager as usual replied with a smile on his lips “Good-luck or Bad-luck.. Who knows??”

Soon, another incident followed, the son of the villager while training one of the wild horses fell from the horse and fractured his leg. The villagers again said “Bad luck” to which the villagers reply again was “Good-luck or Bad-luck.. Who knows??”

So it was to happen, The king of the country got engaged in a war with neighbouring country, and he ordered that all the healthy youths should join the army with immediate effect and help in war. All the youth from the village joined Army, except our villagers son, because of his fractured leg. The villagers again said.. “Good Luck..”

I am sure you might be knowing what the villager replied.

ps: I heard this story long time ago.. I have forgotten the source

I had heard a Zen story..

Two monks were travelling from one monastery to another.. They were celibate monks, even not allowed a direct gaze at women. After long walk, they came to a river, which they had to cross. The river was flooded and there was no way that they would
get across without getting wet. One lady was also at the banks of river, wanting to cross..

Monks decided to cross the river by walking thorough the shallow part of the river, Since the lady also needed to get on the other bank, one of the monk without much ado, carried her on his shoulders, and soon they reached the other bank, where he set her down.. The lady went her way and the two monks continued their walk in silence. The other monk was really upset, finding the other monks act disturbing. As per their injunctions, they were not allowed to look at the woman, forget touching and the other monk carried her across the river!!

After some time the confused monk couldn?t stand the thought and asked other monk? “We are not allowed to look at other women, not touch them.. but you carried a woman across the river?!” The other monk had a smile on his lips when he replied “I put her down when I crossed the river, are you still carrying her?!”

ps:after writing this I was searching for an image of Buddhist monks, and came across a site with this story in a better way and many more stories..[Link]