Posts Tagged ‘Moral’

Education

I was reading the comment section of a fellow blogger and found one comment indicating the difference between ‘literate’ and ‘educated’. With the number of literate people increasing, it’s time we understand the difference between the two. After finishing my M.Tech, when I look back, I realize education word had more meaning than the literal meaning.

To me, education is following points and the day I will be master at them, I can call myself  ‘educated’  in place of  ‘literate’.

Education is :

  • To understand what words or action will hurt the other person and to stop urself from doing that just to feel oneself better.
  • To understand that there is more to education than bookish knowledge or skills helping to earn money.
  • To understand that keeping  the public transports like trains and buses clean is our duty and we need to  get rid of attitude that it’s government’s headache to maintain cleanliness
  • To stand up against bad customs happening around and accepted just because they have been happening for years.
  • To be able to do what you think is correct on moral and human grounds.
  • To help the people in need who require it most.
  • To speak and act after putting urself in other person ‘s shoe.
  • To understand the difference between one’s ego and one’s self respect.
  • To have ur own judgment of a person independent of other people’s opinion.
  • To try to implement all the moral science lessons that we crammed in school for getting marks 🙂
  • To maintain a balance between ur desire and greed.
  • To be able to add few more points to this post on ur own 😉
  • To be able to differentiate my post from austerity 😀
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Eye contact

Post type : Short story

Genre : Fiction

It was a busy Sunday evening. After finishing my shopping , I was about to go back to home. My car was parked in the front parking of shop and I was taking my car reverse to move out of parking. As I was about to turn , an auto rikshaw hit my car from behind. I moved out of car and started shouting at the auto rikshaw driver.

He was an old man and was asking for forgiveness. I drew his attention to the scratch on back side of my car. In all the years that had past, I had changed a lot. Money had made me dishonest and boastful. I knew that scratch was  already there before the accident, but still I accused  him of responsible for that.

To add more elements of drama, I had some new dialogues. “All of you auto drivers are same. Now you will demand money from me. You all are thieves. ” , I said these words almost shouting . He didn’t reply anything and was just looking away.

“Hey you,look into my eyes. Aren’t you all same ? You all cheat your pessangers.”, I was shouting more and more.

He looked at me and said with a humble voice , “Sir, everyone is not same. I am an honest person and I don’t want your money. I once again apologize for my mistake.”

I went into my car with a triumph and was about to start, he knocked my window. I lowered the window glass and he said, ” Sir , you dropped your wallet on road. ”

I took the wallet from him but was not able to make an eye contact. His eyes seemed like asking question , “Can you look into my eyes now?”