story on more haste less speed
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One day, a young boy with a guitar hanging from his shoulder barged into the master’s room without any preliminaries and immediately proceeded to put forth his demand that he be initiated into the music class immediately.
He also made it clear that time was a premium in his case, though he was willing to shell out as much money as needed for accomplishing his mission.. He wanted to know from the Master how long it would be, before he is well-versed with the nuances of the lesson. The Master gave him “seven years”.
The young man was left agape and made it amply clear that the duration was unreasonably long. Since he was in such urgency as he had to prepare himself for an Annual Musical Fete by next year, he was willing to practice most diligently. In that case how much time it would entail? The master answered “10 years”.
The young man was even more aghast and offered to rehearse for 18 hours a day, if need be, since he was so eager and anxious to prepare himself for the role. How much time does the Master think he would need, in that case? The master, answered “Perhaps, Twenty Years, perhaps more.”
The young man clearly thought the Master did not hear him right or had gone bonkers because very soon he stomped off the door. Once he left, the Master smiled in his zen like stance and said that the more impatient we are to do something the more time it is going to take. Since if we were to develop some creative talents within ourselves and music is like obeisance to the Divine forces, one can only do so after surrendering all his attachment, anger, anxiety and ties. But the hastier we are, the more attached we are and consequently, the more remote we are from our goals.
Since the young man was already focused on watching himself go up on stage, singing to woo his audience and winning the applause of one and all, he had a long way to go before he could reach the state of mind in which he could surrender his ego before the Master and learn to be a true disciple.
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More Haste, Less Speed
It was the first day of my work experience. I left home with mixed feelings. I was anxious about my capability in handling the tasks given to me; yet I also felt thrilled with the thought of going to the city as a working person, not as a shopper. Besides, it was not easy to do your work experience in a bank. It was through my mothers arrangement that I was able to do so. I felt different, and I reminded myself that I should not let my mother down.
Shortly after arriving at HSBC, Hongkong and Shanghai Banking Corporation, we were shown a video about the bank. Then the branch manager gave us a briefing on what we were supposed to do during our stay, but I was too impatient to give her my full attention. All I remember was something about photocopying cheques and transferring old files to new ones. I believed I was capable of operating a photocopying machine and handling simple tasks like filing. After the briefing I was given the task of sending cheques to other banks and typing letters. I found the tasks too easy. Perhaps, I had overestimated the tasks and underestimated myself...