My efforts to contribute
“Even the shirt’s button you use daily, was invented by someone we don't know π” said my school teacher in a class one day. Primary school, I was in, when this happened π ( she added a bombshell π “if you don't add something like that of your own, your life is a waste, whatever else you doπ”)
At that kid age, I appreciated the “button” but not deep enough. I kept my mind unbuttoned, till I grasped it to my_best. Movies like Samson& Delilah, Ulysses, Benhur etc, added info. They needed at least ½ a metre of cloth and a rope tied to the waist, to hold the garment ‘wrapped’ against a wind trying to open it π€£. Presto! Now, I can guess the millions of metres of woven clothing material saved because of the button/hook/fasteners/etc. Any ‘royalty’ problem would have been of a cascading effect on the descendants of that unknown button guyπ
Can I try to contribute ‘something'?? ( was the primitive thought).
I got too many opporChutneys/opportunities.
Most of them granted me the freedom of obscurity π
A dean of neurology, of some Aussie univ, came closest to compensating me in aus-dollar for a chat material he intended to use as an elective carved out for his doctoral kids ( neuro effects of ghost limbs).
2 guys escaped a major spinal surgery ( when my customized form of acrobatics called aasanas worked by sheer fluke).
Nature itself planted a gimmick ( like the movie “inception”... implanting an idea into a target's subconscious. ). Tender_Neem leaves transform themselves during brahmaMuhurat. Years later, a researcher confirmed a mention of it in ASHTANGA (Ayurveda text), dormant and untested since longπ
At work place, I managed gimmicks which even escaped the grasp of professional auditors, computer geeks etc.
Well, I don't have to die as a total waste! π₯
I owe the entire tiny speck of my contribution to the charity of my spiritual masters π. Helping someone to grow spiritually, I came to discover, is the highest of contribution humanly possible π
All because of an insignificant button.π
Time to wind up my bijness and go, as gracefully as possible (can't hope to imitate the life forms of a forest π. They dispose of their own carcass in an eco-friendly and inconspicuous manner, noiselessly,π. And they don't ‘teach’. I need to observe and learn, that's the hitch) ππ.
Quietly yours,
psn(23 Sept 2026)
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