Reacting to Insults With Anger

Foolish people insult knowledgeable people on a regular basis. I get more than my fair share on my blogs.

When I read the insulting words, an anger wells up in me together with a desire to reach for a fly swatter.

But those jokers leave their comments and do not check back on our replies.

What to do?

My Temper hasn’t improved I guess. Here is a poem I wrote in 86. This is 2010. Thats about 24 years and I feel exactly today as I did 24 years ago.

Courtesy : http://jaggedsmile.wordpress.com

Why is it I’d like to know.,

That I can go from high to low,

When people say things I find unfair,

Can’t I ignore them or give them a glare?

Must I shout and try in vain,

Giving my mind endless pain

To change their minds or that nebulous matter

That they carry around in their heads or whatever.

Standards they have two or a pair,

One for themselves, the other for the rest,

Subtleties are lost, nuances are missed,

Stinging words are their idea of wit.

There are times when I dearly wish,

That where they deserve I could plant a kick.

I must instead with words be content,

Frail and ineffectual to the illogical bent.

All right, all right, let’s call it a day

Send tempers home and pride away

Rebuild those bridges and bury those hatchets

Else how can we fight another day?

28/8/86

Nature makes me angry. Culture and Society prevents me from getting back. That anger stays with me and makes me ill. The crooks are happy hurting someone else and enjoying themselves.

How can I do Pranayama when what my mind wants is PratIkAra?

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