Showing posts with label Thinking. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Thinking. Show all posts

Wednesday, October 9, 2013

In Praise of Idleness by Bertrand Russell

Thanks to HN, I get to read some amazing stuff always. I often used to think that world is moving at a faster rate than required and there is no pause in the process anywhere. People are working continuously without breaks, making more money (whether they are happy or not) without giving themselves some time to be idle. Idleness is simply not acceptable in this modern society and we all think that being idle is a bad thing to happen. 

Here is an interesting read that make us learn how important it is to have idle time in our lives. It is a long read but worth every word. Here are some interesting excerpts that makes us think:


…This is the morality of the Slave State, applied in circumstances totally unlike those in which it arose. No wonder the result has been disastrous. Let us take an illustration. Suppose that, at a given moment, a certain number of people are engaged in the manufacture of pins. They make as many pins as the world needs, working (say) eight hours a day. Someone makes an invention by which the same number of men can make twice as many pins: pins are already so cheap that hardly any more will be bought at a lower price. In a sensible world, everybody concerned in the manufacturing of pins would take to working four hours instead of eight, and everything else would go on as before. But in the actual world this would be thought demoralizing. The men still work eight hours, there are too many pins, some employers go bankrupt, and half the men previously concerned in making pins are thrown out of work. There is, in the end, just as much leisure as on the other plan, but half the men are totally idle while half are still overworked. In this way, it is insured that the unavoidable leisure shall cause misery all round instead of being a universal source of happiness. Can anything more insane be imagined?


…Why Idle time is necessary?

In the past, there was a small leisure class and a larger working class. The leisure class enjoyed advantages for which there was no basis in social justice; this necessarily made it oppressive, limited its sympathies, and caused it to invent theories by which to justify its privileges. These facts greatly diminished its excellence, but in spite of this drawback it contributed nearly the whole of what we call civilization. It cultivated the arts and discovered the sciences; it wrote the books, invented the philosophies, and refined social relations. Even the liberation of the oppressed has usually been inaugurated from above. Without the leisure class, mankind would never have emerged from barbarism.


Cheers,
Srik

Friday, August 5, 2011

as always

curious to know, how my mind thinks'
mostly always it stays ahead of me 
out of my control, without any blink
triggers out of a random input
from the past or even a dream
any new idea, or unknown
surmising over the path defined
rushes to the edge and awaits me  
asking me to confirm, proving it right
biased in my own act, I again wonder
am being misguided by my mind
rather proving it wrong 
that I did not try anything new.

Srik

Saturday, April 17, 2010

Why?



At times it happens
that you feel at loss,
looks like a fight
far from the sight,
you hold your breath
and think in depth,
make yourself move
come out of the awe,
you tend to play hard
and yet it gets mad,
it will be unexpected
of nothing expected,
everything looks far
from all that is near,
you change the way
but ain’t big to say,
deep in the trouble
thinking you aren’t able,
you look for the light
to alter things right,
you say everything ‘yes’
and end up in a mess,
it looks very chaotic
and to experience is toxic,
every minute is a warning
and you start worrying,
too big for a failure
when it is not too sure,
you think of a solution
there isn’t really a problem,
you stand behind the wall
that might just fall,

when all such illusions
tend to take you away,
try doing nothing
but ask yourself…why?

Srik