A group of girls went to a hotel and started
enjoying their party. Suddenly, a cockroach fell down on one of a girl. She
started screaming and jumping out with fear. By seeing her reaction, her
friends also started to scream for help. But somehow she threw it on her
friend. Now it’s her chance to do the same thing. In the meantime, the waiter
rushed into the scene for the rescue. As the girls were screaming and throwing
the cockroach on one another, at last it fell on the waiter who came for
rescue. Instead of screaming like the girls, he stood firm, composed himself
and started observing the behavior of the cockroach. He grabbed it with his
hand and threw it outside.
Sitting on another table, sipping my coffee and
watching the whole scene, my mind started analyzing the whole thing. Was the
cockroach responsible for the strange behavior of girls? If so, then why was
the waiter not disturbed? He handled it with ease and confident without any
panic. Later, my mind understood that it is not the cockroach but the inability
of the girls to handle the disturbance caused by the cockroach that disturbed
the ladies.
I realized even in my case then, it is not the
shouting of my father that disturbs me, but it’s my inability to handle the
disturbances caused by their shouting that disturbs me.
It’s not the traffic jams on the road that disturbs
me, but my inability to handle the disturbance caused by the traffic jam that
disturbs me.
That means, more than the problems, it’s my
reaction to the problems that hurts me.
I understood that not to react in my life but to
respond for the problems. The women reacted, whereas the waiter responded.
Reactions are always instinctive whereas responses are always intellectual...
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