Darkness in light

The Diwali illuminations with lighted diyas bring the supernatural brightness and joy with the hope of finding light in darkness, achieving knowledge where there is ignorance, and spreading love amidst hatred. Diwali is also known as the Festival of Lights. Light is significant in Hinduism because it signifies goodness. So, during the Festival of Lights, 'deeps' are burned throughout the day and into the night to ward off darkness and evil. Today we have innovated and have decorative electrical lights that are imported from china to light up the festive season it’s cheap & fancy. Ranging from rs 30- 1500 one can find it on the roads side vendor, nearest mall or just a click on online mart.

The festival of lights puts a noticeably serious load on electrical energy sources that are already stuffed. The use of electric lights to decorate homes, business establishments, monuments and roads requires a huge amount of electricity. The older tradition of burning oil lamps is a possible alternative to electric lights - even though it does use oil, the duration of the lamps is shorter.

The huge question is can we control our desires, can we stop the mad race of consumerism. It is just a matter of modification of practice and stick on to the simple ethics of environmental concerns. The choice is limited and we have to put the brakes on it now if we like to gift the space we live in to our posterity. In a power-starved country, can we afford such huge amount of electrical consumption? This senseless consumption of electricity has huge impact on global warming and to be checked. However, these are issues of serious concern, and have to be addressed with top priority. There is an urgent need to reinterpret the rituals and traditions of the country to become more sensitive to the environment.

You must be thinking what I got to do with all this stuff, but now it’s been more than two weeks that saw this tiny lights still sparkling all over Mumbai. Its lightning up the metro’s putting the rural in darkness, so it kills the main objective of diwali .i.e. achieving knowledge. Today there’s a need to take up initiative on such issues because other are suffering from loadshedding who can’t put up their voice against such issues and tomorrow we will be suffering from it if we don’t stop it today.

All I want you to do is use this light for special occasion and use for specific days (Max three day’s please). ya do request your neighbors’ to do the same  and aware them ,at least we  can try to curb down the heavy load.

But you're here; you're reading this, so you're the kind of person willing to make some modest changes. So good for you! If you're serious about saving energy, then there's no better place to find out about it than Google. And the time is right, too. I know we can make a difference. When we try. 

Don't we all??

I was parked in front of the mall wiping off my car. I had just come from the car wash and was waiting for my wife to get out of work. Coming my way from across the parking lot was what society would consider a bum.From the looks of him, he had no car, no home, no clean clothes, and no money. There are times when you feel generous but there are other times that you just don't want to be bothered. This was one of those "don't want to be bothered times." "I hope he doesn't ask me for any money," I thought. He didn't.

He came and sat on the curb in front of the bus stop but he didn't look like he could have enough money to even ride the bus. After a few minutes he spoke."That's a very pretty car," he said. He was ragged but he had an air of dignity around him. His scraggly blond beard keep more than his face warm. I said, "thanks," and continued wiping off my car.He sat there quietly as I worked. The expected plea for money never came. As the silence between us widened something inside said, "ask him if he needs any help." I was sure that he would say "yes" but I held true to the inner voice. "Do you need any help?" I asked. He answered in three simple but profound words that I shall never forget.
 

We often look for wisdom in great men and women. We expect it from those of higher learning and accomplishments.I expected nothing but an outstretched grimy hand. He spoke the three words that shook me.
"Don't we all?" he said.

I was feeling high and mighty, successful and important, above a bum in the street, until those three words hit me like a twelve gauge shotgun.
Don't we all?
I needed help. Maybe not for bus fare or a place to sleep, but I
needed help. I reached in my wallet and gave him not only enough for bus fare, but enough to get a warm meal and shelter for the day. Those three little words still ring true. No matter how much you have, no matter how much you have accomplished, you need help too. No matter how little you have, no matter how loaded you are with problems, even without money or a place to sleep, you can give help.

Even if it's just a compliment, you can give that.
You never know when you may see someone that appears to have it all.They are waiting on you to give them what they don't have. A different perspective on life, a glimpse at something beautiful, a respite from daily chaos, that only you through a torn world can see. 

  

Maybe the man was just a homeless stranger wandering the streets.Maybe he was more than that.Maybe he was sent by a power that is great and wise, to minister to a soul too comfortable in themselves.

Maybe God looked down, called an Angel, dressed him like a bum, then said,"go minister to that man cleaning the car, that man needs help."

Don't we all?

...Unknown authour

After reading these piece of work i have a new perspective of life ..its like someone just showed me a mirror. We all have everything in our life after a span of struggle,but don't we all?

ya this is the same question that poking my soul from inside  ...Thank you friend for sharing the master piece & awaking me to next level of Life :)Hope through my blog I enlight others ..