Its One Life.... Lets Live it Kingsize
Its too many times now. I hear these afflictions. The fact unsure off is that how much of it is true. Its hard enough to hear and feel when people from my own age and era speak off with deep regret and deadening concern that they are fed up and they want to quit. Well quit what??.. The Job? The place? The world or the life itself? I have heard off my colleagues speak off in very rational sense that IT job offers you nothing but decreased life span and an overwhelming amount of stress. Many are even rushed to psychologists for counseling and stress release treatments. Medicines have a different way of treating your body. But can it run long enough. Is there any asylum which guarantee that stress will not come back to trouble you. The tentativeness of these methods are short run as these are quick fixes. The readiness to believe that happiness is not something that has to be sought after. It all lies within you. You can make you happy and gratified only if you believe you can be happy amidst even genuine reasons to be unhappy. The war here is between you and your thought process. Situations have modified, prejudiced, mentored and glorified many a great men as well as the commoner over the ruining tides of time. Greatness comes with fortification of the mind to rebel against the demons that try to overpower you with all its strength. The art of maneuvering one’s mind is the key to success.
Amidst all reasons to be happy and agile, to all those who still frown and mumble that this life has nothing more to offer, let us ask a few simple questions ourselves . How many of us have planted a seedling and watch it grow. How many of us go upstairs of the towering structures that we work at with a coffee mug and watch the horizon during an evening. How many of us has the time to listen to the rain. How many of us walk a long stride on a winter evening ? How many of us visit our grandparents? How many of us know the art of silence. How many of us smile in the mirror?
Simple but tough ones. isn’t it ? I believe life starts from the basics and henceforth it grows like a mustard tree with goodness all around it and all within it. We all are fortunate enough to be living in an era where technology has the power to overwhelm us. We are redeemed from many a fatal epidemics which our erstwhile generations looked at only with dreaded eyes and frightened minds. We have life-saving medical devices. We have entertainment. We have intoxication all around us. But nothing is able to redeem us. We still remain unhappy.
I used to doubt when my father used to say that in their childhood days, when the monsoons soaked the countryside, they used to go to school by holding long Banana leaves over their heads while the richer kids enjoyed the freedom of having umbrellas made of bamboo stalk . And during summer vacation they used to collect torn muslin from every homes and wind it on top of tender baby-coconut, stitch it using one and half inch needle and tie thread to make it intact. The whole thing at the end of a profound endeavor would resemble a football made of tight muslin. A foot ball that weighed 5 times the original one. They used it to play football in the mud streets and would come back home limping after playing with a bruised or right-angled foot. The best thing is parents never cared forth whether they have come back with bruised leg or a turned one. The next day, when they come back from school, still with the limping foot, they never ask for medicines or pain relievers. First thing they would search is their toughly-made Muslin football which would have half-torn by previous day’s struggle in the mud. By default a kid in the village was a gifted swimmer and they competed to determine who stayed beneath the water longer. Stoning the ripe blue-mangoes was an art that required immaculate skills. And dad’s best friend, the left handed Ukru was a stunner at this game. He never went out of the village. Had he once gone out and seen the outside world, he would have won a gold medal in Olympics for India in some items like archery, or 10 M short rifle. A man, when his right eye closed, never missed the target. They never saw a cricket match. Instead they heard the commentary over the radio at the one and only radio in the village established at panchayat reader’s club. Every four hit was a dance and every six hit was toddy dance. They never had the internet, the only means of news was the headliner slides shown at the talkies before the show began which showed Indira Gandhi’s arrival in England and how the police busted the Naxalite racket in the champal. They were delighted when they were able to light a zero-watt bulb in the Christmas crib using a 10 volt battery that they bought using money they were deprived off. They ran behind the silver lining. Nonetheless, they have still have the strength to run behind the plummeting asteroid.
By all means, our parents’ generation was so less privileged than us. They were genuinely fragile, malnourished, vulnerable and susceptible. Still heart of hearts they have done more than we could ever fathom in our wildest dreams and they have derived joy for themselves. Where are those times gone. Why are we not able to do the same? The answer is there in the legend their times have to say. The mark between a genuine man and a mediocre man is that when a genuine man says a thing he means what he says and mediocre man doesn’t. One can only achieve success by compounding one’s life to certain rules integrally laid down by nature. Comprehend it to one word and we call it discipline. It’s the underlying code to be happy. One can never achieve happiness if he is not willing to submit his life to this conscientiously crafted rule by the nature and the omnipotent force that governs the magnanimous plot of our lives.
Starting today, experiment new things in life. Sing a song when you drive back home. After all who is going to hear. Try a new step in the bath room. Who knows a coveted dancer is deep asleep within you. Visit your grandparents back at the native. Listen to the stories they have to say. In my childhood, On a calm night I slept on my Grandmas Lap listening to her saying How Robert Bruce fought the battle 7 times only to fail. But 8th time how he won. Relenting is often taken for granted but I always remember that story from my grandma when I fail. It at least gives me hope that I can do better next time. It’s a flare. It’s a faith. There are secrets deep within them. Think straight and deep. Say things which are positive and that spreads delight. When in doubt, never go for the bigger leap. Donate. Be calm and polite. Be quick to respond but calm to react. Help always and never hesitate. Do different things which you have never done till date. Go for walks. Have a coffee with your teammates. Be sensitive to other’s feelings and be polite. Say “Marvelous job” even if that person has only moved a chair for you. Always appreciate and never ever complain. Be Gentle . Learn to say sorry and admit your mistake once you have realized that you are wrong. Watch out for the wider horizon. There are things which are impending importance. Fall in love. And yes, if you sincerely feel there is someone you have special feelings for, simply stand up walk up straight to that person and say. “I Love you” right onto their face and that’s called guts. Who knows 3 words can find you your soul-mate. There is nothing wrong in denying anything. But do it with gentleness. Lets show our children that our times too have a legend to say. Nonetheless, Lets be the normal guy and be ourselves deep within us. Its just that we must learn to dance to the music. Life is just not as tough as it seems. Just keep exploring. The world is calling, why wait and be sober. LETS GO OUT AND DANCE. It’s one life … Lets Live it King-size.
