Unseen Hands
We must rise above our little selves; life needs retraining at
this stage.
We can remain fit for many activities, provided we pay attention to growth needs.
It is essential to equip ourselves with core strengths
that elevate us above mediocrity.
Age moves fast, ushering in another phase, yet we must retain relevance consciously.
We must learn new technologies; younger generations may excel in computer
systems.
But experience & gathered wisdom also grow slowly; no technology can negate
them.
Knowledge lies scattered everywhere, yet aggregation alone
gives it logical coherence.
We remain limited in competence, unable to identify all the riches already with
us
Precious goods lie within, unnoticed, depriving us of benefits they could
yield.
Like costly tools misused in specialist markets, losing worth despite high
value.
Nothing is truly original; growth is gradual, drawing
fragments from surroundings.
Even invention has roots somewhere, though we often fail to trace origins.
From above, roots blur; deeper inquiry reveals long histories beneath surfaces.
Great minds worked ab initio, joining knowledge points to shape new creations.
We remain ignorant of the histories behind many natural &
man-made products.
Curiosity towards surroundings deepens understanding, step by step, over time.
This pen resting on the diary page carries a lineage older than memory.
Technology refines tools gradually; innovation blooms through skilled human
hands.
The diary page, too, has history—from lumber, processing,
research, and markets.
Passing through countless hands, it finally reaches us in this form.
The wooden table here tells stories of forests, factories, and carpenters’
labour.
Logs turned boards, boards became furniture, silently arriving for daily use.
A pillow rests beneath the left hand, light, fluffy, filled
with soft cotton.
Synthetic fibres now mix with cotton, offering comfort and gentle support.
Pillows have existed long time; cotton weaves live through clothes, quilts,
canvases.
Clothing remains among humanity’s most essential and enduring needs.
The idea is simple: countless articles surround us, used
without much reflection.
We rarely know the rigours and infinite hands enabling these conveniences.
Gold & silver ornaments glitter, yet miners’ efforts remain unseen &
unpaid.
Comfort conceals sacrifice; labour dissolves quietly into finished beauty.
We live in cosy homes, forgetting those who patiently built
them.
Domestic workers remain underpaid, sometimes ill-treated, & rarely
acknowledged.
Road builders labour unnoticed; gardeners beautify spaces without praise.
Gratitude fades when comfort becomes habitual and taken for granted.
Drivers transport us safely, rarely valued beyond reaching
destinations.
Engineers design & constructs bridges, yet seldom enter common
conversations.
Managers, supervisors, & suppliers resolve conflicts silently behind the scenes.
Civilisation survives on coordination more than celebrated individual
brilliance.
Many bestow their fullness for our well-being, remaining
outside remembrance.
We rarely know who carved tunnels or laid railways, and eased our lives.
Labourers build schools while their children remain deprived of education.
Self-centred living dulls the obligation towards unseen contributors.
Such awareness completes us; we exist as parts of a larger
whole.
Knowing all systems is impossible, yet conscious effort itself carries meaning.
From our side, sincere work keeps the grand machinery running smoothly.
Each cog matters; movement responds to every small, honest contribution.
Knowledge is infinite; none can attain fullness, yet a curiosity sustains relevance.
Willingness equips survival anywhere by understanding and adapting to systems.
Belief in self nurtures resilience, drawing hidden strengths outward.
New streams of knowledge and technologies emerge daily before us.
Our competition lies not with others, but with ignorance of our
own selves.
Ignorance diminishes slowly, bit by bit, through steady effort alone.
Each passing moment becomes history; the next holds quiet possibilities.
Adaptability, work, and grace may yet keep a place for us.
Brahmpur (Odisha), 21st December, 2025, Sunday, 00:55 AM (Midnight)
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