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Research for Self-Search for a Human within Us: Short Stories in sequence:
His Choice
He wanted to know what research is so he went to see his teacher at the university. The teacher told him that the research is not searching it in the books and making comparison and contrasts, rather it is the management of knowledge such that wisdom becomes our common sense in everything we do. However it may make books speak when one reads after having the idea and insight of what is research. He again asked about knowledge and its relation to research. The teacher replied that we take three dimensions of thought and knowledge:
1. Ancient Faculties of knowledge
2. The Modern or the Contemporary Faculties of knowledge and
3. The Re-cyclic process of Ancient and Modern knowledge for Future
He pondered and again asked his teacher about big claims that we make about knowledge. The reply was that our claim that today we have one of the best faculties of ideas, thought and knowledge faces a serious challenge for our future generations, the children and for us too. It is the re-cyclic process of this IT that we usually find same as the renewal and up-gradation, by craving and collecting more and more information and knowledge. The re-cycling is evolution of knowledge without which the human knowledge remains just a wisdom that has not been used. The practice of wisdom is the re-cycling of the knowledge, which is, applied research work of the pure knowledge, which a human can not do without the personal touch. The teacher called it a robotic problem.

His Insight
He could not understand what means so he asked the teacher to explain. The reply was that our actions are robotic, i.e., readymade as we may not have any emotions in the future in our actions. The worst that may happen seems that our actions will be only activities on the conditions of stimulant and response theory without enjoying what we are doing. This limitation of knowledge faculties seems the degenerating of our joy as humans. We are learning about things, persons and places adding the best possible information and knowledge. The way we gather these faculties of knowledge about ourselves is so little that we to give verbal expression to each thing that we feel and do. This slowly weakens the bond among humans. In other words our non-verbal communication is making us lonely and uneducated as we know little about it.
His studentship was awakened saying that we go here and there just to speak what we want to speak and listen what we want to listen. This known speech of speaking and listening is one of the examples that it is becoming a robotic activity not personal experience of non-verbal communication. He wanted to know more and was answered that we all happen to know that more we speak lesser is what we really do. So this process of adding words in the communication is not re-cyclic. By re-cyclic we mean that communication is between the meanings not the words, we ignore that our mind has a bigger and superior interpreter of words that gives both emotions and feeling gathering its effect on our body, mind, soul (conscious level) and heart. These effects are the actual communication in which person is involved.

His Vision
The how and why was the natural part of his next question. He got answer that a human with the desire to speak and hear the desired words usually breaks down his or heart, body mind and soul. As in it one is fully alert and aware what is sought to hear and speak and making the rapport well so that joy of the communication, though not personally involved, gets better verbal feedback. The example of a tree can make it better for comprehension, while caring for the tree; we look at its trunk, branches, leaves, flower and fruits. Any change in its any part indicates that it not being treated well. We search solution for it, should we ever forget that it is part of non-verbal communication!
The teacher further added that we seem to treat others, while ignoring the fact that one has body, mind, soul, and heart along with the whole functioning parts inside and on the body. These need non-verbal communication. Whatever we have discussed above is human resourcefulness and thus mutual development of a human as a complete identity of existence. The HRD for all purposes is to make the individual a research oriented person looking for the best management of emotional, intellectual and time energy without forgetting that the human body is a re-cyclic supercomputer of nature for all things that make one contributor. The joy of being contributor makes an individual a resource for human development on the backbone of personal development. Accepting others as they are seems to make professionalism a personalized activity in which one can enjoy his or her work.

Sharing the Child Within
They sat silently for some moments. The teacher said that none among us is identical so why waste time in making such a verbal communication so that others become robotic which if they happen to be we may not tolerate hem for very long. The lost art of joy in the form of non-verbal communication seems the result of such conditioning which the trained person gets. Just giving it a touch that we may communicate with own knowledge by ourselves to re-cycle it into wisdom until we become a wise and the civilized. Finally saying it as that the verbal facilitator may never become non-verbal healer as in gaining just one art many are lost, forgotten and thus sacrificed making us sick who seek the healing touch that we have personally in our non-verbal communication with our self, nature and the beyond.
It was the first time that he looked at the teacher recognizing him as an open book. The silence that they shared was like reading each other without a desire for words. They always communicated as the search was finished. The student never used words without meanings that create feelings. It was his known field of research, the search for self, the child within.
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SIGH
"Please don't cry", I requested him.
" ", He kept on crying.
"Please accept life as it's", I requested again.
"What wrong have I done?" he said while crying.
"Life is like that!" I tried to console him.
"What do you expect from me? Am I emotionless?" he stopped crying.
"My Dear, subjectively everyone is emotional but objectively there are
few people who are emotional", I suggested without knowing what
I was saying.
"What do you mean?" he asked me.
"I mean for ourselves we're emotional when somebody hurts me I feel
it and cry or feel it with great intensity but when I behave like
a hard hearted person. I don't bother because it fulfils some of my
Desires that enrich my emotions. Isn't it an irony of life?" I said
While getting sentimental
"You're right, but how long can I live with being nice to others when
they respond what seems hard hearted to me?" he questioned me.
"I can understand you. Please try to live higher than being subjective
and objective", I said.
"My Dear, I've always tried what do you think? I always tried to put my
feet in other's shoes to keep up the harmony between
subjective ness and objectiveness of emotions", he said and sighed.
" !" I always sighed when he sighed because words have both the
meanings and accompanied feelings. These become silent and; speak through a
sigh only.

Daily Moral Insight for a Peaceful Night

Isn't a condition of helplessness a great reality to be accepted?
Isn't it a great venture to feel the same experience of emotions for?
Others as we feel for ourselves?
Isn't it a reality of life to accept the people and circumstances as?
They're?
Isn't it a feeling of consciousness when we sigh?
Isn't it a thought of the wise ones to accept all human sufferings of as?
Sigh?


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FRIENDSHIP AND INDIVIDUALITY

"You're not a good person to be a friend", his close friend was
very angry at him.
"If I confess that I'm not. Will it satisfy you? " he asked.
"Such confessions are just foolish expressions. I want to know
why do you act like a child?'� the friend was still irritated
with him.
"Why don't you try to understand? You always complain about
my behavior. Have you ever tried to feel on your side why I
feel helpless to behave like a friend in the manner you expect
from me?'� he asked sadly.
"I know you don't like anybody in reality. And you always
want to prove that you're right. Why don't you confess this on?
your behalf?" his friend asked him emphatically.
"I confess it. Then what do you expect?'� he was also irritated.
"I don't want to hurt you. Please tell me why you behave like
this? All of a sudden your mood changes and you speak as if
others and I don't have any relation with you?'� the friend wanted
to know.
"As you want to enjoy the friendship, there is something which
is also dear to everyone's heart. Its individuality the very
essence of enjoying the existence and awareness of one's being.
If I say that sometimes you approach from the direction which
crosses my feelings of self, will you accept it?'� he asked his
friend.
"Now I can accept the direction which one individual. Thanks!'� he replied
Both left for the day's work. And it was a different day though the
day came with its own direction. He followed it like a child with trust, indeed with his own direction.
with sound sleep.

Daily Moral Insight for a Peaceful Night

Isn't it beauty of individuality that it shares itself as the most?
beautiful experience of friendship, fellowship and
togetherness?
Isn't it sad to forget that the friendship is a most innocent?
beauty of sharing?
Isn't the beauty of mood that it gives beautiful colors to different moods?
of communication in friendship?
Isn't it the pearl of self awareness which gives a spotless color of?
self-friendship which develops individuality?
Isn't it our deep cry to be like a child again to enjoy individuality?
and friendship in the manner that leads childhood?
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A TREASURE

"I've lost everything", he said to his friend.
"What do you mean?" his friend was shocked.
"You know, there are certain things which are only for ourselves
and I couldn't keep it.", he said with a sigh.
"Please, don't confuse me," the friend was unable to understand
what he was trying to say.
"I'm not confusing you. You know, there are certain experiences
which are to be enjoyed by ourselves and I couldn't do it," he
tried to explain.
"Look. Don't talk abstractly. I do understand what you mean.
"Make it clear what you mean", the friend said knowing that he
would not tell it easily.
"You know when a woman conceives a child she gets, oneness
with the baby, but I couldn't keep up this oneness," he said sadly.
"My Dear! You're telling me indirectly. Please tell me in a
Plain language. What do you mean about having oneness with?
a child. You're not a woman", the friend wanted to know clear
meaning
"I want to say that if someone gives us an idea to practice
should we share it with others without having any feeling or
experience of it," he replied.
"So, you want to say that someone gave you an idea like a
treasure and instead of sharing it with yourself, you went to
share it with others, and I know finally everybody would have
laughed at you. Is not it, and you lost the treasure of the idea?
"Is it what you want to say?" the friend wanted to add meaning
to his words.
"Yes. But I'll keep up my experiences and self awareness like
a mother is witness to a child in womb, words an world", he
said.

"You can do it only if you learn to be what you're", the friend
replied. Isn't it?
"Yes, you're right", he said.

They shared their faults and mistakes of life. Both regained
the treasure. And it was like a morning star.

Daily Moral Insight for a Peaceful Night

Isn't it wise to discover what we need to possess and what not?
Isn't it practical wisdom to be find out what we lose while trying to possess
something by any means?
Isn't beautiful that ideas are conceived like a body and bring an additional
color to humanity when get their identity or practical existence?
Isn't it the most wonderful experience to enjoy the presence of some ideal?
treasure of abstract wisdom instead of just having knowledge about it?
Aren't we having the uniqueness of special existence that we've the great?
privilege to have self awareness to realize what we're?


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KNOWING AND DOING

"What are you trying to know?" an old man asked a young boy.
"I want to know, how you know about so many things?" he asked curiously.
"Because, I know something about everything. I'm not master of anything, my child",
he replied.
"Please, I've a keen desire to know and learn about life", the boy expressed his
desire.
"What do you want to know about life? You've asked me how I know about as many
things. By
knowing about so many things doesn't mean you know about life.
"Isn't it that you're just interested to know without having any desire to do?"
the old man asked him.
"I'm not clear about what you want to say," the boy said with a surprise.
"My son! It's our human nature that we spend most of our time to enjoy that
we know something about everything. And then we share it with everybody so
those others praise or respect us. You know what wise people call it? They
say that it makes one fool to seek to get respected among fools. I request you
to do and learn instead of learn and tell, to impress others. Is not it right?'�
the old man said.
"It's right. However, we need to have no such gaps between young and old.
I mean such an expression of generation gap",
the young boy said with a smile.
"You're a good learner. I've nothing to share with you except
that life is best experienced by having self awareness by meanings".
"Yaw. The chair of humanity. You can learn from everything to
do your best for your chair. Isn't it?'� the old man looked
into his eyes with a great hope.
"I'll", the boy colored the chair.
Of knowing for doing and doing for knowing. If one doesn't
lead to other it'll...'� the old man couldn't complete his
sentence.
"It'll be generation gap like a broken chair" he said and they laughed.
"I do understand, but you should also accept that to be so individualistic
will take you away from others. Isn't it?'� the friend suggested.
"Even from you?'� he smiled.
"Never. I'm sorry, I also feel it but sometimes we both forget and behave
like children. It's good to a child again. Isn't it?'� the friend said.

Like children they laughed but without narrow individuality.


Daily Moral Insight for a Peaceful Night

Isn't it a mental joy to discover what we learn and what we try to know?
in other words, the abstract margin between knowing and learning?
Isn't love of wisdom to search the reality or our real intention while
we try to seek to know about life?
Isn't it a beautiful gap that exists between two generations like a room?
for development so that both sit there together to share for better future?
Isn't it a self elevation to know and learn for doing and doing for knowing?
and learning?
Isn't it the beauty of self awareness that knowing and doing get the meaning
of experience manifested in our life?

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PSEUDO

"He is an ambiguous person. I think he is more than that he is a pseudo person.
Isn't he?'� first person said to the second.
"I also think so, but it's true sometimes and seems false at the other times.
"Isn't it?'� the second said.
"I don't agree with you. To me he is always like that", the first replied.
"Let's ask that old person with whom he always talks for hours", the second suggested.
"Excuse me, sir, we both wish to know why some people seem ambiguous or pseudo.
Please don't mind our question", the second requested the old man.
"It happens", he said and was silent.
"Please make it clear why it happens", the first wanted to know.
"Can you count how many subjects are being taught in the institutions?'�
the old man asked.
"Well .Math, Science, Psychology, Philosophy... ..and many
others. I suppose it'll be in hundreds and the sub-subjects in thousands.
"But what does this mean? What it has to do with our question?'� the first
was pseudo about the question?
"Dear Friends, can you also count the number of moods we transit from time to
time? It doesn't matter. With such diversified knowledge and moods, you can't
understand in minutes. Have you ever tried to communicate with those whom you call?
ambiguous or pseudo?'� he asked.
"Yaw. We always find them same", the first replied.
"Do you try to be aware about yourself and the one with whom you're talking? Like
I may seem pseudo to you", the old man said with a smile.
"I know what you mean", the second said.
"I feel pseudo about how to understand it", the first said. "Let this fellow
explain it to you", the old man said.
Thus both talked and shared for hours and could never
find any pseudo person again.

Daily Moral Insight for a Peaceful Night

Isn't it useful to find out whether ambiguity is present in us, which we?
may be finding in others as a. reflection of our own?
Isn't it beauty of our self internet that is more complex than the super computers?
and still it represents the natural interactions with great harmony?
Isn't it blissful to enjoy the existence of something or someone without having?
the virus of ambiguity in the harmony between two existences?

Isn't it beauty of intellect to communicate with others whether they've backup or
zipped experiences and wisdom of individual or self knowledge?
Isn't it blissful to share our peace and harmony so that ambiguity gets out of?
our life?
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Face to Face
Whenever she looked inside with deep desire of
introspection and self-analysis, she always felt the rhythm of
being face to face with her self. Her consciousness seemed to say:
O My Beloved and Dear Mother Nature!
I long to have longing
For you all the days
And moments of my life
For you are
In me and
Outside with a divine simile.
I want to
See you
Face to face
And I long'
To behold you
But this is
Only with your grace
I pray
To you, O My Mother Nature! Bhagouauty wants to
Delight in you with all his heart.
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Eyes
He was not in good mood. His tense mood evaporated
his peaceful thoughts. He went away from the crowd and looked
into the eyes of a child. It was conveyed to him by the eyes of
the child that the eyes are doors of inner self saying:

With God's grace
The eyes shine
And see through His light.
I don't know
What language eyes
Speak and
What communication
These do?
But Bhagouauty knows
When these speak
The penetration goes
Into the depths of heart
And when they communicate
Their voice is louder than silence
For silence is their medium.
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Parents

His parents never loved him. So he was not aware about
parent hood. He realized it when he was married. His elder son
6 years old told him about it saying:


When reverence is deserved
And respect is needed,
When honor
Is true and love
Is not conditional, and
When affection is
Natural and
Care is free,
When longing
Is pure.
Yes! Then Bhagouauty thinks
About parents
A reflection of Supreme Being
In humans.
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Obedience

He was annoyed with some disobedient students. But he
did not punish them or hate them. One day he requested them.
He found it amazing when the disobedient revealed him about
the value of obedience they were trying to achieve, saying:

Obedience is
Fruit of respect.
It is a seed
Of love
And it is a tree
Of oneness and unity
Which grows
With water
Of understanding and acceptance.
It is planted
In the soil
Of faithfulness Bhagouauty.
It is a bond
Between all relationships.
It was born
From sacrifice
And it dies
When self-centeredness
Comes from selfishness.

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