Come, walk my walk and give a broad smile

I slammed the doors of my house so hard that my fingers felt the pain through the vibration of the slam. I was fuming with anger. How can my mom ask me that question? It was by mistake I broke that glass antique piece. Yes, it is something that she adorned.  But how can she ask me, “Are you out of your minds to do that?”. That was unfair, I got totally upset, shouted at her like hell and just rushed out of my home. My anger shot up to all possible extremes; I gave a punch to that door, that silly door which hurt my fingers. Scientifically, it is going to increase my pain a little more, psychologically, I was happy to have punished my opponent for the moment.

Although the actual issue was only that she shouted at me, all the other problems that were quietly sleeping inside me suddenly woke up. They got magnified and were appearing bigger than me. My mind was complaining to my heart, what the **** this life is to me. So many thoughts in my mind that I was unable to sort out what the biggest problem was.

As I was walking down the lane, my eyes flashed against an impossible human. When I say Impossible, I mean Impossible. He did not have two hands and if you think that is worse enough, think again, he had no legs either. He was still moving with the help of his left-over pieces of limbs. Why I termed him as an impossible human is not because of his physical limitations. He was smiling; a deep round smile that really was transmitting happiness all around. I myself lost all the folds in my face that I had due to my grief and had a heartfelt smile without my knowledge. That sharp was his radiance.

  I usually do not talk to strangers, but this is not the time to live up to my definitions. I just had to ask this person my question. I walked straight at him, knelt before him on the road and asked “Just tell me how you manage to smile?”. I did not think about any manners or a pre-talk before asking such a sensitive question or anything. I wanted an answer, that’s it. He never looked puzzled, guess he has been asked this several times before. When I was expecting an answer, he shot another one at me, “Can I know why you are asking me that question?”. I said, “You have no arms, no legs, you are a lot limited in your movements, you know you cannot do what others around you are doing, then how? How do you manage to have that smiling face?”. He answered me and kept on moving, he never looked back. He said, “I don’t think my legs or hands is what shows my smile, you got to have a pair of lip. I have my lips with me; I smile, as simple as that”.

It was like someone gave me a hard blow on my spine. I also just kept walking, never turned back. I had no confidence left over to look at him again. He never complained on what he did not have, he was doing what he could, with what he had. How many of us complain over silly things, feed them, make them grow ourselves and then say, the problems got bigger!!! He taught me to stop complaining and enjoy what I had. All the pain inside me suddenly eased out. I headed straight to my home, gave my mom a broad smile and said a word, “Sorry”. She hugged me tight and kissed my forehead. It was heaven! A walk that gave me a new dimension, I wanted to share it, so that you could walk my walk and give a broad smile J

Play while you Work, Play while you Play

Any word has no importance or intensity by itself. It is with the meaning attached to it does it gain any importance or vice versa. If “Ugly” was defined as something that captivates out thoughts and makes us feel happy from inside, we would be behind our girls flattering them as “My chubby ugly darling” and “You are amazingly ugly honey” and so on. So it is always the perception that matters and never the fact. You can prove anything by laws of Physics and Mathematics but if someone says its right from the heart, it is done, no logic, no proof is required. It is as it is. This matter of perception has a great relevance to how you can look at your professional and personal life as one.

Many of us are new to work and have just got our professional lives going. Yes, it is tiring, too problematic, very monotonous and highly demanding (for most of us at least). The real problem with anything starts when you start looking at different things as individually different items. What I mean here is that, even if you do various activities, unanimity in purpose should be binding them all together. Though the activities you do might differ, the result you wish to achieve should be the same.

When you play a game what is your motto? For some it might be winning, for others it might be enjoying the game for the pure pleasure it offers and some would just like to relax themselves into it. Whatever be the idea, we would like the game to be interesting such that it pulls us towards itself making us forget everything else. It is that kind of expectation you should be attaching with your work too. Why think of work as work then? Take it as a game, a game played with sharp brains and cool tactics. You will enjoy each move you make, start admiring each level you get through and be satisfied when you lift the trophy finally.

Do not think of work as something that has been enforced on you. Any work that you are doing at present is only going to end up sharpening your skills (Directly or indirectly) and leading you to the destiny that you are capable of. Mourning over your current position will only slow this process. You will get late buddy. I reserve all rights to offer this advice as I think I have applied the brakes myself. People with experience have the right to share ;-)

Here chips in the watch line for you. Play while you Work and Play while you Play. Attach the meaning of the word work to the word Play and you get yourself a whole new dimension to doing things. Perceive your work as it is your most favorite game. Come, pick up your gadgets, get into the field and Let the games begin!!!

(Not Belated) Happy Children’s day !!!!

              I might look foolish to wish a Happy Children’s day today, that too not belated. I will get back to my topic later, moving on to the subject now. I just posted a wish on Facebook day before and it went like this – “Happy children's day friends! For all those who have not yet murdered that beautiful child inside them! ;-)” and I was surprised with the comments that kept pouring in. Usually my friends do not have the habit of responding to a post, but this time they did with much concern. Unanimously what they all said was that I was too sarcastic in my tone. Yeah, they might have been right.

                Many wish to behave matured but if you ask them what they want to be inside, they would definitely prefer childishness. Such is the quality of a child which all saints try to adopt till their death so that they live a righteous life. If I am to examine closer as to what is that one single aspect that makes a child so adorable, it is the child’s admittance. If you have noticed a baby, when she cries out of hunger, and her mother would have stuffed a rubber nipple in her mouth. That baby would stop its tears almost magically. Have you ever thought how that tear has come to a standstill without the reason being addressed, that is the baby’s hunger is not over yet but she is still happy. That baby has allowed herself to be fooled. She knows there is no milk flowing out of the rubber nipple but it is that mother’s attention on her that she admits herself into that foolish state and smiles out of happiness.

                A child’s admittance is her specialty. So wishing a Children’s day is wishing admittance. It applies for all humans be they small or big. Usually a child inherits from her parents but there is something bigger we all got to inherit from that child. I accept we cannot let ourselves be fooled around, but here is the trick, be happy to get fooled knowledgeably. When you know someone is not doing what they are saying that they are doing, but they mean it, then accept it that they are doing it. You will be happy, they will be happy, this world will be happy.

Justifying my topic, it took me 2 days to ponder over November 14^th and understand the essence of a children’s day. I cannot wait another year to share this, worthy news deserves immediate attention. I decided to give it the attention today, though it’s late. Better late than never!!! You can accept my wish in the same spirit. And admittance is not a one day affair, it needs lot of practice and a lot more days, So (Not Belated) Happy Children’s Day.

And friends, If I am still sarcastic, Yes I am and I am proud to be J

Am I Independent or In Dependence?

          As the daylight was pulling out, the solitude of darkness was drawing upon me. Climate was a bit gloomy but there was a hidden liveliness which went well with my sip of hot tea.  Just as the natural light wore out, power went off!!!! My mobile had no charge and was about to switch off and all the biggest problems of my life were rushing into my thought. It was not the darkness that was creeping into me, but some other uneasiness. As I questioned myself repeatedly, I found the answer for that creepiness, It was not the fear of dark or any ghost that was living with me, it was my dependence that was killing me from inside. The dependence on that small piece of electronic device, that was the black sheep.. Maaaaahhhhhhh!!!!!!!

          Imagine a day without our most beloved gadgets around us. We would go crazy, we would break mad and we would be running around like a lunatic. Independence is so much spoken of. Not only what we managed to get from the British, the independence from our parents, financial independence, decision making independence, everything included. If we are truly independent why should we be that dependent on some electrons flowing through a wire?

          When I examined myself closely, I found that I was not able to appreciate what was there, rather was exceedingly in need of something that was not there for the moment. I had organized my routine so carefully around a lot of other things over which I had no control whatsoever. All would accept this, out of all what is ours, the most difficult to control is our heart and mind and out of all that is not ours, the easiest to do is ask someone else’s heart to beat the way we want it to and minds to think the way we order to.

          Before pointing at someone else, let’s look within us and see how we can shape up to mould to any situation. The day we start feeling happy about our own self and start enjoying the company of the soul mate inside us is when we are going to be truly independent else we are just in dependence. It is the dependence on me alone that could make me independent from all that is not me.

A Paradox called Sacrifice

            It has remained a truth for many years now and will continue to be so for many more years to come, Love is a multiple of sacrifices. When we speak of sacrifices in love, they are usually big, it means growing out of beloved parents for the sake of him or her, giving up a lucrative job, forgetting what we once liked the most and it counts on and on. Be it one is committed or not, many of us can easily identify with this, because love has been our forte one time or the other. Why go so far? I myself have sacrificed my career for my most mourned mistake – My first love.

               But the point I am projecting here is not about the divinity of love(as you all guessed it to be, as mine did not last J ) or the purity of sacrifices, it is about the paradox in those sacrifices. Take for an instance, you sacrifice your most favorite chilly chicken for her because she is a veggie, she is very impressed and feeds you, half baked potatoes and cauliflowers with her own hands. Who cares what garbage it is, they turn delicacies now, can KFC give you a better taste? Nahhh. In regular terms anyways, this is called a sacrifice, the guy is hailed for the act. A deep inspection unveils that this was an act of set off - the taste of chicken for the taste of her hands. I see no loss here, infact it is a double bonanza.

               Ultimately what we look for out of any sacrifice is a bigger return. Be it knowingly or unknowingly done, if a sacrifice does not end in a desired result, can we take it? We won’t, if it happens so, we will go to the other extreme to show how nasty we can be. I don’t mean to say sacrifices are not worth it or love does not exist through sacrifices.  Just that, rather than looking at the size of the act, it is the intensity of the act that has to be considered. Can we be indifferent to the results and yet look to sacrifice further? Have we done so anytime before? I have not, I am sure most of us have not, because it is practically impossible.

         The next time we feel proud for a sacrifice, let’s pause a moment to think what our take away is. We would definitely take back something through it, a bit of joy, peace or anything else. We definitely gain a lot in a sacrifice more than we could ever lose on it. It’s a paradox called sacrifice and a sacrifice simply never exists! And coming back to my own story, I gave up my career because I wanted a switch in field(or atleast I wanted her love more than I wanted my job), but I used her as an excuse, now I do not have any right to say that’s a sacrifice or mourn over it. Because I have gained a lot over it, a masters degree, loads of learning and a new dimension to life. Got me ;-)

Let's celebrate dudes

                  We are known for our logical, reasoning and thinking capabilities. Not only for the MNC’s that place us, we ourselves boast about our critical thinking abilities which often end up cornering the so called older generation for being narrow minded. Myself being a person filled with pride for possessing this quality, I am not here to complain about that fact. But it is time we take our aptitude solving abilities to the next level, to the level of practical applications of our dynamic young minds.


                    As we are all gearing up for this diwali, we might have grown out of our craze for crackers due to aging, but we have not started celebrating the festival for it’s true purpose yet. Many of us would have purchased dazzling new clothes and lot other articles to go with our new attire, we would have invited all friends and guests to walk over for having fun with us, we would have purchased a lot other things which were postponed due to some other reasons so far. A festival is a great excuse for fulfilling our wish list. But, have we, as the younger generation given a thought to why we should celebrate?


                   The History says, It is the victory of good over evil that is celebrated as diwali. The crackers we burst and the lights lit up, demonstrate the victory of light over dark. Be this story a myth or truth, a little exploration into this piece of history will tell us that our elders wanted us to be reminded atleast once in a year to kill all that is bad within us and spread the new found radiance to this beautiful world. All the great epics and legendary stories were penned just to illustrate to us in a language we can understand better and remember over the time and reproduce to good effect in actions that will benefit all. If we had put our thinking caps on before starting to look at calendar several months before for the diwali holidays, we would have looked into our hearts and started preparing for the big event of resurrecting ourselves.


                   There is still a lot more time to go, Nov 5^th is still far away, when diwali opens up this year, let it open up our hearts. Rather than creating light by bursting crackers, we shall light up our souls and lead us to enlightenment. Let us kill all that is dark and scary within us, let us spread the word of joy and true celebration. Let us join our hands together to welcome a brighter tomorrow. Afterall we are the smarter lot. Let us celebrate dudes. Happy Diwali!!!