I make a frank confession here.

 

I have to confess that mortal terror engulfs me when I read some positive comment or even praise for some of my posts in Sanskrit or some technical matters or on anything in general.

I am aware that my posts are inadequate and pedestrian in all respects and people like them only because it is merely social media post.

My show-off will melt away if I come face to face with genuine greatness.

In the real world, there are persons who are towers of knowledge and erudition and I am not even a speck of sand in comparison to them.

Of course, whenever I find or discover something great, I read them and try in my own inadequate manner to understand them.

In addition, whatever I post here is only a small portion of what I have thus understood with inadequate competence and severe lack of acumen to digest and present such great things.

Just wondering--

If even such faulty, extremely faulty, output can evoke some response, then if we spare some time to look into the original activities of the really great and competent persons of the past and the present (who can be accessed through books, recordings and various media, libraries and social utilities) how much enlightenment and happiness we can derive..

I would consider myself blessed if my random ramblings would kindle the interest and curiosity of some random reader.

I am  inadequate, faulty and I am just a jaded replica or imitation of what is really sublime and shining.

Please go after the really brilliant and great doyens.

Such attempts will not be in vain.

However, personally I am terribly scared.

Once they have the taste of the genuinely great specimens, my good friends, would lose interest in my inadequate scribbles and me, for sure.

When compared to the greats who are like Boeing aircrafts, I am just a toy airplane.

I make a frank confession here.