matter what kind of job you do, you are boss of your inner life."

We spend largest portions of our lives at work or sleeping. So more and more people are demanding that there is no division between who they are at home and at work. No longer can people say I go to this

job to earn a living and I come home and I am a spiritual being. Bringing Higher Power into ordinary life is more important than it

ever has been. People can no longer divide themselves up and say I am

this here and that there. Let us look for a moment at job addiction. Matthew Fox has recently

written a fine book on work, The Reinvention of Work. He indicates that

the difference between work and job addiction revolves around whether

the burdens that accompany our work are greater or lesser than joy

that results from it. Fox then specifies three soul qualities that

comprise joy in work; delight, creativity, and transformation. Job

addiction lacks these three qualities.

Since work is such an important element of our lives that means that we

are supposed to find joy in our work as well. A business that is

operated in awareness of universal principles is first acknowledges

inseparability of cosmic and material aspects of life. It

integrates two. It is cognizant of truth that there is no

scarcity and thus no need for cut throat competition. It sees value

Today, I have come to say a silent prayer for my own future and that of yours.

I hear damp saline ocean waves cry on and whisper to me. In that I hear echo of my own fear, a wail for my own abandonment and those of my dreams. I recall last time I was here, a partly cold December last year, when I walked stretch of Clifton beach. I took long strolls, turning back and forth retracing my own foot marks. The waves were carrying own their ballet, as children on their winter break were playing and laughing. The breeze was pleasing to my face. I dipped my fingers in them and felt a silent and simple exhilaration grow inside me. But as dreams are lost upon water, reverie is gone. It was then, and its gone now. Right now a dark stretch of water lays in front of my eyes, as if I am staring at an abyss, and it is looking back to me.

Too spent to take a stroll, I choose to sit on dusty brick wall breathing in sadness and silence around me. I look around, at vast stretch of deserted beach, this wasteland. Not far from where I sit, lights of two popular eateries shine on. But over here, an impregnable gloom hangs on atmosphere, which overwhelms heart and senses. As yellowed foam slide back, it reveals bared and scraped beach stretch, raked clean by tractors in their bravado salvation efforts. There is no seaweed, no broken sea shells and ironically no trash. Though a solitary white polethene bag puffed up with air, is dodging waves and rolling onwards, as if it has a life of its own. But soon enough, waves catch up it and it disappears in unfathomable depths.