At a restaurant, a
cockroach suddenly flew from somewhere and sat on a lady. She started screaming
out of fear. With a panic stricken face and trembling voice, she started
jumping, with both her hands desperately trying to get rid of the cockroach.
Her reaction was
contagious, as everyone in her group also got panicky. The lady finally managed
to push the cockroach away but ...it landed on another lady in the group. Now,
it was the turn of the other lady in the group to continue the drama.
The waiter rushed
forward to their rescue. In the relay of throwing, the cockroach next fell upon
the waiter. The waiter stood firm, composed himself and observed the behaviour
of the cockroach on his shirt. When he was confident enough, he grabbed it with
his fingers and threw it out of the restaurant.
Sipping my coffee
and watching the amusement, the antenna of my mind picked up a few thoughts and
started wondering, was the cockroach responsible for their histrionic
behaviour?
If so, then why was the waiter not
disturbed? He handled it near to perfection, without any chaos. It is not the
cockroach, but the inability of the ladies to handle the disturbance caused by
the cockroach that disturbed the ladies.
I realized that, it is not the
shouting of my father or my boss or my wife that disturbs me, but it’s my
inability to handle the disturbances caused by their shouting that disturbs me.
It’s not the traffic jams on the road that disturbs me, but my inability to
handle the disturbance caused by the traffic jam that disturbs me. More than
the problem, it’s my reaction to the problem that creates chaos in my life.
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