31 May 2009

Why I like working where I do...


I was reading a friends blog, and I realized that the world still had issues. Issues along the lines of race, sex & the what have yous. And as active as I was, and still am, I just realized that I haven't been given enough of it, to need to vent.

And that's because I live in a bubble world, called work. And it doesn't matter, that I am a woman. It doesn't matter that I am tamil. Sure, I get more attention than a lot of men do, when I wear a new top to work. Or when I fall mid floor, embarassing myself and eliciting sympathy from those around me, claps and cat calls from those too far away for identification.

But I don't get put down, and when I do, I can laugh at them for their sillyness. When I am called tamil, I take it as a compliment. When I am called a woman, I take pride because I love being one. And when I say that out loud, and someone supposes I am lesbian, I can laugh again, because they're being ignorant and besides what's wrong with that.

Yes I can get angry, that people play with my sexuality at the drop of my hat, but why should I.

I've always supposed people only get angry/ insulted at something someone says, when they are insecure of where they stand. And I guess, I've come to a point in my life, where I stand sure of a lot of things. And when someone says something outrageous, I know enough to tell them they are wrong. And when they don't think so, I'm patient enough to know that it takes time to learn, and to admit, that I may not be the one that gets to teach them different.

And besides, if I'm out there teaching the world of Queen Sabitha, who's going to teach me all that I have yet to learn.

02 May 2009

The Diamond Sutra


As stars, a fault of vision, a lamp,


A mock show, dew drops, or a bubble,


A dream, a lightning flash, or a cloud,


So should one view what is conditioned.



Stars cannot be grasped.


Things seen with faulty vision do not really exist.


Oil lamps only burn as long as they have fuel.


A mock show is a magical illusion; it is not as it seems.


Dew drops evaporate quickly in the heat of the sun.


Bubbles are short lived and have no real substance to them.


Dreams are not real, even though they may seem so at the time.


Lighting is short lived and quickly over.


Clouds are always changing shape.



By realising the transient nature of things it is easier to detach from them and to attain Nirvana.