Is convention the most decent way of life? Its not like I want to break all social norms but aren't there certain things in life that should go just-our-way? Well, I am sure everybody has something or the other to list down in this category.
I too began doing it just yesterday and by this morning I am probably out to change everything around me!
As a child, I did what elders said was right and trust me, I was even once awarded with the title of "Best Girl" in my school :) As I grew, I grew, in all ways. My thoughts began clashing with those around me and I wanted to fly higher than the time permitted. At times, people have told me that I am impatient and I smiled. Deep within my heart, I wanted to say that they were damn slow and I was right. But then the learning of childhood Moral Science classes are not that forgettable either. And they buzz around in my head at just the wrong time. At the time when I want to hold my senior at work by his collar and tell him to shut up. Also when I want to tell that stupidly dressed up glam doll at one of those outlets to stop telling me what fashion is!
The situation is even worse when a "no-risk" type of a person takes up the task of explaining to you what life is all about and that too voluntarily! I know one such person and there is nothing more painful in my life. She doesn't let go any occasion of delivering a nicely framed and worked upon lecture and leaves me wondering if her day has more than 24 hours or she is secretly paid by someone for doing all this. Whatever the reason, I decided to get rid of her.
One evening she hopped into my room, dressed in a rainbow dress which sent clear signals of danger to me disguised as her oh-so-perfect mood. And this was the day! I sat up straight doing my hair and asked her in (I never insult a person as if intended to. Its just that I forget to apologize :) ) She began in an electrifying speed. All I could manage to get hold of was that she was going to US for some higher studies and thought was making her parents proud. Till this, I was OK with it. I congratulated her. Then she began.. what sets me on fire.. the reasons why I should follow in her steps. And all the crap began to come in. I decided to stop her and I did.
"Look! we are different people and have different ambitions. I am happy for you but it doesn't mean that I am unhappy with myself" I said firmly. "But think about your parents. Make them proud!" Pat came the reply and I was furious. "They are feeling proud of me ever since I was born." She left annoyed and I was happy that she and her lectures were going too far to come back for few years.
Time passed by and one fine evening I got a mail from her. She was marrying a "Firang" whom her parents didn't approve of. She went all gaga about the life there and promised me all help if I decided to go there.
I typed back a reply to her that read: You may walk fast dear... I am not following you!
Since that day, years have passed and I have been the same. I am not sure if I have always made people around me proud but at certain occasions, I certainly have! My life throws its tantrums and I return them too :)
I am happy with myself but make sure that I don't end up forcing my secrets of happiness on others. So...if you ever ask me... do so at your own risk!
Thursday 2 June 2011
Tuesday 10 May 2011
Stop Expecting... Start Accepting!
Are you among the ones who think compromises are a form of accepting things the way they are? Differently put, do you think accepting things puts a full stop to the existing situation? To me, that's utter frustration to an extent that I would feel like ruining its very existence. Well... I always knew that it was a remarkable example of being impatient and cranky, too. But to come to one's own rescue is the most challenging task ever!
It was a fine bright morning. I woke up fresh and lively, dressed up in my favorite dress and was feeling happy about everything around me. And that invited trouble! :) The bright morning grew sunnier and the cool breeze turned into a dust storm. No wonder but the favorite dress of mine was changing colors and so was my temper. Since I was on my way to see a bunch of friends, I wanted to be as cheerful and happy as I could but who was out to help? God was certainly in no mood and I was too much into it!
I kept cajoling myself so that I could see a different perspective. "What if you are already dirty and messed up? Lets get messier!" I told myself. And then sparked a brilliant idea! I quickly asked all my friends if we could shift the venue from the urban coffee shop to an adventure island in the city. And who could refuse? Not my gang of course!
The entire day was so much fun that God had a narrow escape. I didn't question the rationality of his ideas even once.
After a splendid day when I hit the pillow at night, I was smiling as much as in the morning, if not more.
I began thinking about the day and fell asleep. The following morning when I woke up, I said to myself- Stop Expecting. Start Accepting. And that's exactly what I did.. I didn't snooze the alarm expecting little more of sleep. I accepted the fact that it was time to wake up.
The world calls on all of us. Accept this and you shall feel like a superstar.. I do!! :)
It was a fine bright morning. I woke up fresh and lively, dressed up in my favorite dress and was feeling happy about everything around me. And that invited trouble! :) The bright morning grew sunnier and the cool breeze turned into a dust storm. No wonder but the favorite dress of mine was changing colors and so was my temper. Since I was on my way to see a bunch of friends, I wanted to be as cheerful and happy as I could but who was out to help? God was certainly in no mood and I was too much into it!
I kept cajoling myself so that I could see a different perspective. "What if you are already dirty and messed up? Lets get messier!" I told myself. And then sparked a brilliant idea! I quickly asked all my friends if we could shift the venue from the urban coffee shop to an adventure island in the city. And who could refuse? Not my gang of course!
The entire day was so much fun that God had a narrow escape. I didn't question the rationality of his ideas even once.
After a splendid day when I hit the pillow at night, I was smiling as much as in the morning, if not more.
I began thinking about the day and fell asleep. The following morning when I woke up, I said to myself- Stop Expecting. Start Accepting. And that's exactly what I did.. I didn't snooze the alarm expecting little more of sleep. I accepted the fact that it was time to wake up.
The world calls on all of us. Accept this and you shall feel like a superstar.. I do!! :)
Wednesday 27 April 2011
Sorry... I don't know your name
There are so many people who touch our lives in one way or the other. The family and friends fall in the prime and lucky category for the reason that they know and are often acknowledged and appreciated.
Beyond these two categories of angels, there are so many people who make our lives a lot easier... everyday. One such person in my life happened to be the rickshaw- wallah who promptly waved everyday on seeing me and knew exactly where I would go and how much would I pay for that (the pain of bargaining nullified :))
On one just- another- morning, as I stepped out of my house, I couldn't see the same man. Without thinking even once, I took another rickshaw and headed towards the bus stop. The same evening, as soon as I reached the bus stand for taking a rickshaw. the rickshaw- wallah appeared on the scene just like any other day. Only the rickshaw looking strikingly different. Wow! a new rickshaw? I inquired. I bought it just yesterday. Have laddoos, Madam! I wanted to give you the first ride in the morning itself. But you took another rickshaw today, he replied with a smile. I promptly said, You were not there Bhaiya! I was there only Madam and I called out on you, too. Only that I had parked my Rickshaw under the tree. These decorative laces are so expensive. I must take care of them, came a concerned reply. I was already feeling both delighted and sorry. Delighted because I was considered important by a stranger and sorry because I could see in his eyes how strictly he had saved the money for a rickshaw with all those laces and frills. You should have called on me aloud, I remarked!
No use Madamji! There is so much of noise in the traffic and so many madamjis go to work these days. I am sorry, I don't know your name either.Therefore I waited till the evening. Come on... we should hurry up now! be seated and eat your laddoo... You'll be home in no time today .
I came back home with a strange feeling and the taste of the laddoo still lingered in my mouth. With this post, I guess the rickshaw- wallah bhaiya has been awarded his share of justice.
Beyond these two categories of angels, there are so many people who make our lives a lot easier... everyday. One such person in my life happened to be the rickshaw- wallah who promptly waved everyday on seeing me and knew exactly where I would go and how much would I pay for that (the pain of bargaining nullified :))
On one just- another- morning, as I stepped out of my house, I couldn't see the same man. Without thinking even once, I took another rickshaw and headed towards the bus stop. The same evening, as soon as I reached the bus stand for taking a rickshaw. the rickshaw- wallah appeared on the scene just like any other day. Only the rickshaw looking strikingly different. Wow! a new rickshaw? I inquired. I bought it just yesterday. Have laddoos, Madam! I wanted to give you the first ride in the morning itself. But you took another rickshaw today, he replied with a smile. I promptly said, You were not there Bhaiya! I was there only Madam and I called out on you, too. Only that I had parked my Rickshaw under the tree. These decorative laces are so expensive. I must take care of them, came a concerned reply. I was already feeling both delighted and sorry. Delighted because I was considered important by a stranger and sorry because I could see in his eyes how strictly he had saved the money for a rickshaw with all those laces and frills. You should have called on me aloud, I remarked!
No use Madamji! There is so much of noise in the traffic and so many madamjis go to work these days. I am sorry, I don't know your name either.Therefore I waited till the evening. Come on... we should hurry up now! be seated and eat your laddoo... You'll be home in no time today .
I came back home with a strange feeling and the taste of the laddoo still lingered in my mouth. With this post, I guess the rickshaw- wallah bhaiya has been awarded his share of justice.
Monday 25 April 2011
Being Away... Its fun!!
As a child, we have all been taught about our body systems, organs and their functionalities...and oh yes! about their malfunctioning and their consequences too! They say, when a person's feelings are hurt it's the soul that is actually hurt and doing so is the most severe sin ever...
I wonder, why they don't tell us about the thing called soul in school? is it because the soul is not listed among the body organs or muscles and the likes? or is it because of the lack of physical presence within us? letting it go, if I am hurt the greatest at soul, how do I help it heal?
The Soul, as we all know, is the greatest and most subtle part of our existence. the healing power of my soul within uncovered for me just recently. While I was having a difficult time staying away from home and family in a city where pace of life was few hundred times faster than where I came from, I began searching for happiness just the way I would for my favorite candy as a child. And as is truly said, God answers all curiosities of children, I was being favored too! :)
I soon realized that all the happiness was very well within me and the way to feel it was just as simple!
Start thinking from now on that you are happy ( because you are blessed to). If you want to be cheerful through the day, wish yourself a great morning accompanied by an ear to ear smile... you'll feel your beauty even in the messiest of your hair- do and a shabby night wear... It truly works wonders! Before you step out for work or any thing else, tell yourself you are the best! You look gorgeous and have everything that it takes to be successful.
Believe me! Its the happiness therapy...You have it within you...why waste it???? Lets go out and flaunt it :)
I wonder, why they don't tell us about the thing called soul in school? is it because the soul is not listed among the body organs or muscles and the likes? or is it because of the lack of physical presence within us? letting it go, if I am hurt the greatest at soul, how do I help it heal?
The Soul, as we all know, is the greatest and most subtle part of our existence. the healing power of my soul within uncovered for me just recently. While I was having a difficult time staying away from home and family in a city where pace of life was few hundred times faster than where I came from, I began searching for happiness just the way I would for my favorite candy as a child. And as is truly said, God answers all curiosities of children, I was being favored too! :)
I soon realized that all the happiness was very well within me and the way to feel it was just as simple!
Start thinking from now on that you are happy ( because you are blessed to). If you want to be cheerful through the day, wish yourself a great morning accompanied by an ear to ear smile... you'll feel your beauty even in the messiest of your hair- do and a shabby night wear... It truly works wonders! Before you step out for work or any thing else, tell yourself you are the best! You look gorgeous and have everything that it takes to be successful.
Believe me! Its the happiness therapy...You have it within you...why waste it???? Lets go out and flaunt it :)
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