In this 21st century, where technology IS so advanced that world is becoming closer to each other. In past moving more one city was covered in months and moving from one country to another country were impossible. That time there were no luxuries. People do their job whatever, they get and were satisfied.
Nowadays, the advanced technology and luxuries, and advanced in education , people are becoming career oriented and their expectations have increased that they are changing their jobs and even places to get more salary what they are expecting, get new experiences, and visiting new places . In my opinion , it is a positive move to get new experience and satisfaction and enjoy more life, but it shares as well as some negative effects like living far from their parents,family and children or very little time for family and children.
Firstly, people always expect good salaries to enjoy new luxuries,and visiting new places for that they need experience and experience get them the good salary , for example, when students complete their college with the bachelors or masters degree , they join any small company to get experience without looking at their pay. When they are well experienced in that job, they apply for the job in big companies in his own country or even abroad in same field to get more salaries . After getting the job in big companies , they move to another places .
Secondly, some change their jobs for getting more experience and jobs satisfaction, for example, if someone completed masters in engineering and try to get job in this field but can't find job , then for living he takes another job in another field . After getting experience he again applies in factories or companies concerning with his fields and satisfied when he gets the job.
For getting better salary and experience people move to another places leaving their parents alone and even from their families and job. IN India people leave their families and children to get the job abroad and live at least ten years alone to earn enough money to provide visa for their family and children .
Let me write you a story..
We see a hut, broken down, roofless for most part. Around it a small yard. A child, maybe a year or two old, playing there. Clothes are mostly in tattters and his nose running and dried upon his face. His hair too, as if they've never seen a comb. Hands are quite dirty, looks as though there isn't anyone taking care of him at all.
Then we notice a woman, lying upon a cot made with broken bricks. Her condition seems worse than of the child. She is the child's mother and she appears old and weakened, as if she has lost even her own will to live. How will she care for her child?
A strange thing about this scene is this, lest you think it it like any other, there isn't anyone else around. The mother is totally helpless in her condition and the child, a boy, knows no better. As much she can, she tries to do and tells the child, and that is how he is growing, slowly, battling common illnesses.
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You may not think this story about yourself, and indeed, how can it be? But I have seen myself as this child, and his mother? .. she is our country.
You wonder, where do we see this scene? Who are we here? How is this at all? I see this somewhere deep within myself, and this is not a picture of an imagined thing. Somehow, this has some real relation to us, it is something which happened with us.. when, where, I am unable to grasp.
The question springs to mind, that if this really was true, then what happened to justice in the world? Why did no one intrude when this was going on? And what of our deities. Now too, we believe so firmly in them, how did they allow this to befall us?
I hope you understand me? And you understand what I am saying here. If you do, then you will gather that howsoever this is, we have to accept it. We have to move on from here.
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The mother then started to teach some things to the child. But it was in a strange and different tongue. To the child, that mattered little. As the mother asked him, so he would do. But this much was certain, there was one language they communicated in, and another which was more important to learn. So the mother explained to the child. But it was all done in so much love between the mother and her child, that they were both quite happy in their learning.
Circumstances were not going to change for them. But life though, has a way of its own, moves with its own purpose and speed. As the child grew, the mother's condition improved. The boy's understanding grew, and this understanding puzzled him.
"Mother," he said to her one day "these things you have been teaching me, and this language. They are totally different. I do not understand how they are going to change our lives. Why are you doing this ?"
"Also you tell me of God, the one who created us all, and is taking care of us. Why do we have to learn this other language? There is no mention of God in that . I sometimes think you're asking me to forget about God, that he is not going to care anyway. We should just go this other way. You seem so troubled to me ! "
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The boy puzzled a lot about it all. At times he would find things around the house written in his native tongue, and they appeared so different. Yet they drew him. He would ponder on them, and gradually like some necklace of precious beads, they would come together. Strangest to him was this, that they explained life experience as totally different from what he had learnt till then.
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Let us give this boy a name, and call him Ravi.
One day, another boy walked over to their place. He stood outside their yard gazing at them. He too was of Ravi's age, but the color of his skin was fair, and his hair golden, blonde. A friendly smile played upon his face.
"Hello," he said, when he saw Ravi looking towards him. Ravi walked over.
"My name is Philip. How are you?" Then somewhat curiously, "What are doing?"
"I am Ravi. Where have you come from?"
"Abroad. My Hindi is not so good. Do you speak English?" he inquired.
Ravi could tell there was something different about this boy. And somehow, he was related to this language that his mother was teaching him in.
Anyway, they started to talk in English. Philip came in, and looked with interest at the things around. He tried to speak with Ravi's mother in Hindi. She would answer him, but was a little subdued. As though she felt a distance from this boy, and did not wish him to come closer. She may have had her reasons.
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Philip stayed only a short while amongst them, but he left a deep impression on Ravi. On matters of science, and knowledge of that kind, he was quite adept. But on many other things which seemed simple and natural to Ravi, he was often astonished. These were things though, he was also most interested in learning about. One day he admitted, that it was to know more about such things that he had learnt Hindi, and travelled here.
Truth is, Ravi himself knew scarce about his own culture and history. His mother only taught him in English, and put importance to that, saying this was the way to bring any change to their lives. But here was a person wishing so fervrently to learn about this culture and knowledge.
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The work he had to do was before him now. Ravi wished to lighten his mother's burden and make improvements in their living.
He farmed and mended around the house as much as he knew about it. And their lives did change somewhat. But only to the extent they could have in those circumtances. There was a palpable tension which persisted though, always. A kind of pressure in their minds. A feeling, that there was only this small bump, of misfortune, which they needed to get around. Then all would be well.
We may step aside from them and see that there was nothing lacking in what Ravi did. Instead, their conditions depended upon larger circumstances they were in. And even if they were to understand this, there was little that they could do to change them.
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This was what had brought Philip over. As he knew, in the Western world, one succeeded according to one's efforts and even more due one's thinking skills. Both are developed by exercising them, and constant application. Other than this people do have their faiths, and perhaps worship, but there never was any incontrovertible proof that anything succeeded on this account alone. In fact, most people thought religion and faith a sham.
On his side Ravi felt one needs an altogether different worldview. But it should explain everything scientific as well. The same results in science should become evident in our knowledge too. Reality is the same the world over. A bullet will kill as surely here as in the western part of the world. And if beyond all of this, we have something to say, that must hold true for people there as well.
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A reader may wonder that if two people of such different cultures talk about common life experience, how does such a discussion go. That's how it was between Philip and Ravi.
Ravi would say, " We think intelligence is in nature itself and everything happens thereby. The part we need to play in this, is effected directly in our minds. Actions appear to us as our own, but that sense is gradually whittled away. And this is the purpose and the working of intelligence within nature."
Philip was totally startled by this thinking "If this is how it is, then the events we see, even objects themselves, are in reality not so. They only complement another purpose, this one you are talking about! But science is about these laws, which are in a manner within the matter itself, their property. We have even learnt to manipulate them to a degree to serve our purpose."
"You ask if life really happens based upon something already within our minds? But I find it is simply so. When we think of changing the course of some events, that thought would come to us from nature's intelligence, isn't it?" Ravi would reply.