Wednesday, 9 July 2014

Self help - the true cliche

            The often repeated adage - 'Self help is the best help' , has been passed on since quite a few generations. We have heard of the story of the sparrow and the farmer which underlines again the real value of self help. Though for a point of debate people put up theories of nobody being quite independent in the society and being interwoven with the with the social structure, it is a different point altogether. Sadly the fact which we face today is the desperacy we find ourselves faced with. Every individual wants confirmation and applause. This isn't totally unwarranted for, but the increasing need for outer praise is on the rise. No one would mind a cup of buttered flattery. Often at times a good book or a good talk peps us up. What we call as 'motivation'. It is a super feeling when we actually feel confident after an external pep talk. But this is what harms a lot in the long run. As if on a drug. It wont be extreme to call it at par with substance abuse. We get hooked up to it. And then the going gets tougher to get off it. Its quite tough to leave those crutches.
           But the real happiness is when you yourself feel activated. The feel that comes from inside. Even this is tough to keep up all long. Tough I say but not impossible. If only life was an exponential graph but its closer to the sine curve. And you cannot help it. What goes up has to come down sometime or the other. This also doesn't mean that we stop trying. Small things go a long way in keep the head up. When all seems down and you feel out. Just a few firm facts we forget easily.

  1. It's surely not the end of life.
  2. To heck with what others think about you.
  3. Patience is the toughest thing to learn but the best once learnt.
  4. Make quick count of what you actually have at the moment, its a lot believe me.
  5. You aren't supposed to copy, but to create.
  6. 7 billion people out there competing, yet you are breathing on your own, a big thing.
  7. Smallest of a good thought goes a long way, though insignificant.
  8. You owe it to those who brought you in here.
  9. Whining only worsens things.
  10. Quit complaining, no use.
  11. If you have resources to even read this you are much more fortunate than you think yourself to be.
  12. Just how precious life is, we would never know till we lose it.
  13. Re birth maybe, maybe not, but Being alive now is FACT, live it.
  14. Smile, changes equations the fastest.

Tuesday, 8 July 2014

trudge - an experiment

  Narrating one of my previous short poems.. different try.

Ctry + Y.. A story.

           The building was dilapidated, almost in ruins. Hardly anybody went in there now and yet there was a commotion on the fifth floor. As the stock market fell sharply, Mr Deeds clutched at his chest. All his savings, all that he had scavenged went into the abyss following the marque on the TV set. Deeds couldn't breathe staring at the blank TV screen. It was his third cardiac arrest. He had defied nature twice already, but he might not be lucky this time over. At 63 he was too worked up, being head of a multi-million marketing firm wasn't an easy task after all. The stock market collapse was a huge one this time over. Everything had collapsed at once. It was too much to take, for it was Mr.Deeds who had went against all to put up all the company money into the then bullish market. Let alone the loss, he was under debt and bankrupt. He needed to get away. Get away soon. Mr.Deeds grabbed his suit from Saville row hung on the door and his customised briefcase and left the building. 
          The city was crowded, overcrowded to be correct. Mr.Deeds left his Daimler in the parking and made way towards the train. It seemed a decade since he had last used it. It was when he had what people called a family. As he finally got into the jam-packed train, the sweaty yet smiling faces of the travellers made him envious. How could they be happy? He could have bought them all, perhaps a few moments ago, before the market crash. But now he was now penniless. He got down at the last station. Mr.Deeds had no money all in despair. He felt hungry now. As Mr.Deeds made way towards the bench on the platform. Mr.Deeds had no money all in despair. He felt hungry now. As Mr.Deeds made way towards the bench he saw a parcel lying unattended on it. Curious he opened it. And ahh!! as if somebody had heard his stomach praying, inside the parcel were a couple of rotis and some pickle, with a ugly bottle, but it had water. How silly could people be. How absent minded to leave such a parcel lying around. His gentlemanly manners told him to keep it back as it was, but his hunger said otherwise. As if he hadn't actually eaten the entire day. Perhaps he had not, so busy at work. Mr.Deeds looked around but saw nobody other than for some shabby looking man standing near a pillar. The shabby man was looking at Mr.Deeds once in a while but it didn't matter. How ugly people could be, thought Mr.Deeds  no hygiene and started eating the crudely made rotis. He was ravenous for sure. After gulping down the water he felt better. Mr.Deeds seemed happier, so what if he was beaten, he would rise again. And why not start from the grassroots, perhaps by taking the train tomorrow, anyways he could not find his Daimler keys. With this thought slouched, resting. The trains passing by didn't bother Mr.Deeds as he was already fast asleep on the bench. Sleeping soundly.

          The shabby man came from behind the pillar and picked up the leftovers and the parcel wrapper for the next day. The same couple of rotis and pickle he could manage out of his earnings for Mr.Suit, as he had named Mr.Deeds. Surely it had been a decade Mr.Suit would come by the train. The same suit, everything the same, sit by the bench and not a day missed. May be he was another lunatic hit by the market crash 10 years ago.
        And yes he was, Mr.Deeds, a prolific banker of his times, hit pretty bad by the losses, would now each day repeat his routine of the day of the market crash. The office building, the market had long moved on but not Mr.Deeds. As the old Mr.Deeds lay asleep unawares of his extreme Alzheimers'.

Saturday, 5 July 2014

Shoudln't matter

    A thousands of events occur by. In our life, things happen even without even we knowing about them. And our reactions to them. And yes many infact all of them are spontaneous at times. Just thinking of a story I once read.

    " Once a monk and his disciple were walking by on their way to their hermitage in the forest. They walked on for a while only to find a stream they had to cross everyday back. But only this time there was a young woman standing by the bank of the stream. She seemed to be having trouble crossing the river on her own. The monks were celibate and were not supposed to talk or interact with women. The disciple immediately increased his pace to avoid the woman. But as it, the woman called out the monk, and asked him that if they could help her go the other side as she had hurt her leg and couldn't cross the river. The disciple was shocked. He expected his master, the monk to get angry and walk away. Instead the monk went towards the woman and picked her by the hand. He held her hand and helped her cross the river. The woman then thanked them and went on her way. The disciple was shell shocked as it was not expected of the monk. The monk had broken a holy rule set for them. How could he even touch the woman when they were not supposed to look at them. This thought troubled the disciple for a long time. But terrified of the master's reaction he did not ask the monk. This went on for about a few weeks. Yet the disciple could not get it out of his mind. The master monk had sensed something wrong. And he asked his disciple what was it that was bothering him. The disciple then gathered courage and finally asked the master that how could he have touched the woman and helped her holding her hands when it was against the rules for the monks. The monks smiled and answered. 'Yes, dear child. But I left the woman back there weeks ago by the stream. It is you who is carrying her since then with you.' The disciple understood his folly soon."

    This is how it is with us all the time. Carrying our baggage. Keeping grudges, remembering and ruminating memories. And mostly the ones that made us feel bad about ourselves. The luggage that we don't realise is weighing us down all the time. Pulling us back from our current state. Thinking about things which actually don't matter. Letting go of things is in fact one of the toughest things to do at times. When things cling on to us forever. It seems worthless to keep them in. It is for the best to leave them. It isn't about ignoring, but about not letting them affect you. As humans its our nature to be affected and hurt. And we should be. But keeping them on for a long time simply hampers our growth. The sense of peace which one finds is in fact a lot more calming. The thing which helps us is a simple thought. And that thought is- " Its just what you would have done had it been you in the situations the person has faced. " Its just a reflection of thoughts we have for them. May be this is a lot of preaching but it helps, helps a lot in fact., try it. its just worth the work you put in..