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Sukh & Dukh



“…Sheetoshna Sukhdukheshu samah sangvivarjitah”

It is a sholka of Bhagwad Gita. It says God likes those people who are same in Ushna(hot whether) Sheetoshna ( Cold ) , Sukh (happiness) and Dukh (Dissappointments) . How true and meaningful it is , though I did not realize it earlier. I even used to wonder why to be equal in both sukh and dukh? Why it is necessary? Although it is good that you are calm and composed in your hard times but why not to be excited when you are really happy? The answer which I found to these questions was that being equal in both phases suggests that you are balanced in your life and this balance naturally brings peace with it.

Change is an essential quality of human life as well as nature’s. And learn to be composed in both your triumphs and failures suggest that you are aware of this change. Because it’s a cycle – you are happy today but remember tomorrow might not be your day. When some one is aware of this change he will neither be too excited nor two depressed , he knows this is only a phase and – It will pass. For me two words really help to be same in both situations , these are – Think and Wait .

Comments

Mr Happy said…
well said, i never though think and wait can be so intriguing.
@ngel ~ said…
Just read 12th chapter ( I would have loved to call it - Barwahan addhyay) of Bhagwad Gita. You would love it! It is essence of Gita , of our life , of whole universe.
hmm... I dont know why I have started to feel this way.. sometimes I think that thinking this way means you are grwoing old.. but what matters - I feel peaceful , calm ......
Mohit Parikh said…
this might suit here:

ONCE IN PERSIA REIGNED A KING,
WHO UPON A SIGNET RING,
CARVED A MAXIM STRANGE AND WISE,
WHEN HELD BEFORE HIS EYES,
GAVE HIM COUNSEL AT A GLANCE,
FIT FOR EVERY CHANGE AND CHANCE:
SOLEMN WORDS, AND THESE WERE THEY:
“EVEN THIS WILL PASS AWAY.”

TRAINS OF CAMEL THROUGH THE SAND
BROUGHT HIM GEMS FROM SAMARCAND;
FLEETS OF GALLEYS OVER THE SEAS
BROUGHT HIM PEARLS TO RIVAL THESE,
BUT HE COUNTED LITTLE GAIN,
TREASURES OF THE MINE OR MAIN;
“WHAT IS WEALTH?” THE KING WOULD SAY,
“EVEN THIS WILL PASS AWAY.”

MID THE PLEASURES OF HIS COURT
AT THE ZENITH OF THEIR SPORT,
WHEN THE PALMS OF ALL HIS GUESTS
BURNED WITH CLAPPING AT HIS JESTS,
SEATED MIDST THE FIGS AND WINE,
SAID THE KING, “AH, FRIENDS OF MINE.
PLEASURE COMES BUT NOT TO STAY,
“EVEN THIS WILL PASS AWAY.”

WOMAN, FAIREST EVER SEEN
WAS THE BRIDE HE CROWNED AS QUEEN,
PILLOWED ON THE MARRIAGE-BED
WHISPERING TO HIS SOUL, HE SAID,
“THOUGH NO MONARCH EVER PRESSED
FAIRER BOSOM TO HIS BREAST,
MORTAL FLESH IS ONLY CLAY!
“EVEN THIS WILL PASS AWAY.”

FIGHTING ON THE FURIOUS FIELD,
ONCE A JAVELIN PIERCED HIS SHIELD,
SOLDIERS WITH A LOUD LAMENT
BORE HIM BLEEDING TO HIS TORTURED SIDE,
“PAIN IS HARD TO BEAR;” HE CRIED.
“BUT WITH PATIENCE, DAY BY DAY,
EVEN THIS WILL PASS AWAY.”

TOWERING IN A PUBLIC SQUARE
FORTY CUBITS IN THIS AIR,
AND THE KING DISGUISED, UNKNOWN,
GAZED UPON HIS SCULPTURED NAME.
AND HE PONDERED, “WHAT IS FAME?”
“FAME IS BUT A SLOW DECAY!
“EVEN THIS WILL PASS AWAY.”

STRUCK WITH PALSY, SORE AND OLD,
WAITING AT THE GATES OF GOLD,
SAID HE WITH HIS DYING BREATH
“LIFE IS DONE, BUT WHAT IS DEATH?”
THEN AS ANSWER TO THE KING
FELL A SUNBEAM ON HIS RING;
SHOWING BY A HEAVENLY RAY.
EVEN THIS WILL PASS AWAY.”

—THEODORE TILTON

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