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
behavior 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 behavior?
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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