• 7 January 2014
  • makarajyothi

A philosophy exam was being conducted and the question paper contained just one question - "Why?"

The students who were appearing for the exam pondered over the question and wrote pages and pages of answers explaining why life? why tradition? why culture, etc..

However, the answer that was awarded the maximum marks were a mere two words - Why not?

This parable has helped me face lot many situations in my life.

When times are tough, I console myself saying Why not? or Why do we expect our life to run smoothly all the time?


  • 7 January 2014
  • makarajyothi

Devotion can be to anyone or anything.

I am here specifically referring to devotion to God - irrespective of how you call him - Christ, Allah, Krishna, etc.,

When I look around, I find that most people pray to God when in trouble and seeking help to tide over the trouble. And the more they are dependent on God, the more the people around them consider them to be devoted. Is this necessarily true?


  • 7 January 2014
  • makarajyothi

My friend's daughter, aged around 7, has a congenital disease. A disease which expels proteins along with the urine. At the bus stop, once when seeing her off to Belgaum, she said to her father, that she wants to use the restroom.

My friend took her to the rest room and as she was entering the rest room, he said to her, 'Plz be careful in the public restroom, you can catch an infection'.

A word about astrology!

  • 26 December 2006
  • makarajyothi

Well, its not my intention to engage in a debate about if astrological predictions can be relied upon. Thats not in my ambit.

If an astrologer were to predict that you (assuming that you are a person who strongly believes in astrology) are to die by drowing in water. Would you avoid water altogether?

I think we should not. If the fate be that I shall drown in water and die, so be it. But then, that is not going to stop me from swimming in a river or having a nice time with friends and family by the beach.


  • 22 November 2006
  • makarajyothi

It was a fine morning. I was walking out of the restaurant after my breakfast. As I stepped out, I saw a old man in rags digging into the dustbin. I really don't know what about that man made me stop and watch him.

But there he was, furiously searching as if for some treasure. I saw his face lighten up and out came his hand from the bin with a loaf of stale bread. He sat down beside the dustbin and started to eat his treasure with joy.