Category Archives: Inspiration

What I have learnt by mid-spring….

Nearing the mid-spring days and looking back over the days ( more like weeks) passed, there are a couple of things that I have realized. And after last night’s contemplations, I have decided to pen them down….

No matter what happens or how bad today is, there is always a tomorrow to look forward to. Life just goes on. No matter how hard I try, I can’t slow down the tick-tock of the clock. The needle hands move, the sand falls down and so another try comes along.


Even though they say that  “life” and “living” are essentially the same, I beg to differ. It’s never the same. Somehow, life holds a more potent feel to it. I guess when you add the meaning or substance to living, that’s when I could call it life.

And of second chances, life is full of it. It’s just that they keep on hiding in the nooks and crannies, and that unless you are looking for them with an open mind and try to hope ; they won’t come out of the shadows. But if you hunt them down, you would find them.

And opportunities, when they knock it’s not only about opening the door but ushering it in and making something out of it. Placidity is an admirable trait but staying too placid, such that it equates with “stagnancy” is not life’s way. After every catcher’s mitt has a dual role; to catch at the curve or bend and then throw it back!!

And I have learnt that life always has its fair share of pains and gains. Though at some points, it feels like there is more of the pain than the fun. That’s when I realize that it’s not just me, but most of us. And the beauty of it is how we carry on, in spite of the tears and worries that we are holding within.

As far as making the tough decisions go, I have realized that making my fears and apprehensions a white board helps. And when I close my eyes, believing in hope, faith and an open mind; I am able to make the right call.

One of the most important things that I have learnt over the dawn of spring is that; we are not alone. We are a part of a bigger existence. Everyone has fears but what makes them numb, is the human connections. That’s what keeps the spirit going even through the troubled times.

Each time I reach out and lend a shoulder or a helping hand, a kind word or just a huge hug; it makes me feel happy. Happy that someone’s day has been brightened and unknowingly, my load feels light on seeing their smile. Words may be forgotten or even actions may be forgotten after a while; but the feelings experienced shall always remain. They make the special moments and memories. And they are what should be passed on. Making someone feel special is a gift that even time can’t erase.

 

And the final thought is that , I learnt that I can never stop learning. Till the music ends, new notes have to be grasped and translated into the vibes of life. After all, though life may not be the party that I had hoped for, the least I could do is to dance to the music and bring in the new steps.

And so here ends my train of words. Come Monday morning, it’s time for me to grab my sneakers and be on the run again. Here’s to a wonderful week to all of you.

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After the walk

A walk in the park.....original picture from flickr.com by avik Bangalee with the same title.In the course of events of yesterday and my “lovely” mood, I got conked out pretty early. Thus, here I am sitting at this unearthly hour, back from a early morning repose with nature. There is nothing like the calming effect it has, especially on a troubled mind. It was still night when I set off, along the road, to the lawn of my quarters and then to the park.  It was pretty chilly, but hasn’t started snowing. Though we had one episode of hailstones. There is something fresh about the early morning air. Makes me just want to indulge in the scent of the morning dew, wet grass, completely devoid of all thoughts.

Along the way, there are many marvels to ponder on. The early morning flowers, as they await the rays of the sun, the twittering of the birds as they slowly get ready for the day. Along the winding brick laden path I walked, it was quiet all around but not that sudden stillness. Just a calmness, as a prelude to the busy day ahead. And then, dawn broke and the powder blue skies emerged. It’s beautiful to be a part of such a scene. And that is when I had my moment, a scene carved in my mind, my happy place.

A moment in time, an instant that had no time. A picture frozen in mid- frame, demanding to be enjoyed, to dwell within that scene, be a part of it. A minute that refused to die after sixty seconds. A moment that was lifted off the time line and amplified into a forever so all the could witness the majesty. The essence of life carved in that moment.

Feels like a moment in eternity. A moment that reminds me of the treasures surrounding of life. My home. My peace of mind.  A moment that tenderly chides me for spending so much time and energy on temporal preoccupations such as work, savings accounts, and punctuality. A moment that can bring a mist to the manliest of eyes and perspective to the darkest life. A moment with a dotted timeline, to be relived again and again.

Life is like that , it is a long winding road, and the journey on the road is far more important than the final destination. And along these journeys, these spacial moments happen and that is what tells us that everything is okay. It’s okay to make mistakes, to fall in love and to find peace within.

As I walk back, the leaves of autumn still sway in the chill of winter; like a blend of two seasons. I had my moment today, and it will keep me going on for sometime, even when I feel that I am about to hit the dumps. All of us have our own moments. Treasure them as they come. Don’t be too busy to enjoy them. For that is what keeps us going on, reminding me of the miracles of life.


Alta alatis patent

Today, at work as I was rummaging through my desk, I came across a paper. Nothing important, except for the fact that it was my resolution list for this year. Well out of my hopeful ten new things to learn, I just did one thing; adventure trip which had taken place early this month. As for the rest of the ten, I think I ll be graying by the time I even think of achieving them. Ironical to say, considering the fact that resolutions are made only for those things which can be achieved. Don’t know why I never get to do the things that I really want to do ? Lack of time? Maybe. Void of enthusiasm ? Nope, I would definitely jump at the opportunity to learn ballet. It is just that most of the time, I spend working or doing work related stuff; or else I would be in the midst of my chores like laundry, grocery shopping, paying the bills…an endless list !! Frankly speaking, on seeing my list, I came to one decision; enough is enough. It’s time to stop working non-stop and do one tiny different thing daily, even if it is for a short time. Something that would enable me to spend some time to myself, learning something new or just plain relaxation. Life is too short to keep resolutions. Before my time runs out, I want to make the most of life. Going to make each day my page. Even if it means that there would be less laundry trips with a bigger load, more dusting left undone – an hour of reading ” Towers of Midnight“, or listening to ” The Fame Monster” is is by far more worth.

I want to make each day a page of experiences, of reflections, of memories…something I would like to turn through time and realize that my life was not spent not only on work,  but also some moments with and for myself. I want each page to be a story, memories to reminiscence for later. For as said by my mentor, Alta alatis patent i.e. “The sky is open to those who have wings” !!


Wanna borrow a jack ?!

Yet another day of mindless worry and endless speculation. Nothing new for me or my “fellow-mates”; which is what brings me to the post headlines !! Ever faced with the scene of supposition, where one speculation leads to another and yet another and yet another speculation, which ultimately becomes the so-called reality. Why the sudden need to discuss this ?! Well, as a part of my internship we have this out-reach program where two miserable souls ( like me !!! ) get assigned to centers of which one happens to be in a real rural area. Oh no don’t get me wrong, it’s not that working is a problem; it’s just that an avid blogger like me needs electricity and internet facilities once in a while and the nearest place is like an hour away!!! Well, before our posting lists could be put out, I had driven every one crazy with the “supposition” that I would end up there. Even now the memories night before is enough to warrant dagger looks from all my comrades !! Turns out I was not entirely out of luck. Thankfully, as you can read my post, I am not there.

Which is what got me to thinking that it is time indeed to borrow a jack !! Well as the story goes, Wanna borrow a jack?,

“One day I went to a lawyer friend for advice. “I’m in real trouble” I said. “My neighbors across the road are going on vacation for a month; and instead of boarding their dogs they are going to keep them locked up and a woman is coming to feed them, if she doesn’t forget. Meanwhile they’ll be lonely and bark all day and howl all night, and I won’t be able to sleep. I’ll either have to call the SPCA to haul them away or I’ll go berserk and go over there and shoot them and then when my neighbors return, they’ll go berserk and come over and shoot me.

My lawyer patted back a delicate yawn. “Let me tell you a story,” he said. “And don’t stop me if you’ve heard it because it will do you good to hear it again.”

“A fellow was speeding down a country road late at night and BANG! went a tire. He got out and looked but he had no jack.

“Then he said to himself. ‘Well, I’ll just walk to the nearest farmhouse and borrow a jack.’ He saw a light in the distance and said, ‘Well, I’m in luck; the farmer’s up. I’ll just knock on the door and say I’m in trouble, would you please lend me a jack? And he’ll say, why sure, neighbor, help yourself, but bring it back.’

“He walked on a little farther and the light went out so he said to himself, ‘Now he’s gone to bed, and he’ll be annoyed because I’m bothering him so he’ll probably want some money for his jack. And I’ll say, all right, it isn’t very neighborly but I’ll give you a quarter.

And he’ll say, do you think you can get me out of bed in the middle of the night and then offer me a quarter? Give me a dollar or get yourself a jack somewhere else.’

“By the time he got to the farmhouse the fellow had worked himself into a lather. He turned into the gate and muttered. ‘A dollar! All right, I’ll give you a dollar. But not a cent more! A poor devil has an accident and all he needs is a jack. You probably won’t let me have one no matter what I give you. That’s the kind of guy you are.’

“Which brought him to the door and he knocked angrily, loudly. The farmer stuck his head out the window above the door and hollered down, ‘Who’s there? What do you want?’ The fellow stopped pounding on the door and yelled up, ‘You and your stupid jack! You know what you can do with it!'”

When I stopped laughing, I started thinking, and I said, “Is that what I’ve been doing?”

“Right,” he said, “and you’d be surprised how many people come to a lawyer for advice, and instead of calmly stating the facts, start building up a big imaginary fight; what he’ll say to his partner, what she’ll say to her husband, or how they’ll tell the Old Man off about his will. So I tell them the story about the jack and they cool off.

“The next time I hear from them, one tells me that the partner was glad to meet him halfway; the gal says she can’t understand it, her husband was so reasonable she thought she must have gotten somebody else on the phone; the relatives found out the Old Man had already been asking a lawyer how he could give everything to them before he died, to save them inheritance tax.”

I thought, “How true! Most of us go through life bumping into obstacles we could easily bypass; spoiling for a fight and lashing out in blind rages at fancied wrongs and imaginary foes.

“And we don’t even realize what we are doing until someone startles us one day with a vivid word like a lightning flash on a dark night.”

Well, the other night I was driving home from the city. I was late for dinner and I hadn’t phoned my wife. As I crawled along in a line of cars, I became more and more frustrated and angry. I’ll tell her I was caught in the heavy weekend traffic and she’ll say, “Why didn’t you phone me before you left town?”

Then I’ll say, “What difference does it make anyway, I’m here!” And she’ll say, “Yes, and I’m here, too, and I’ve been here all day waiting to hear from you!” And I’ll say, “I suppose I haven’t anything else to do but call you up every hour on the hour and make like a lovebird!” And she’ll say, “You mean like a wolf, but you wouldn’t be calling me!”

By this time I am turning into the drive and I am plenty steamed up. 

As I jumped out and slammed the car door, my wife flung open the window upstairs.

“All right!” I shouted up to her, “Say it!”

“I will,” she cooed softly. “Wanna borrow a jack?”

By: Author Unknown”

Well it’s a pretty popular story…funny how sometimes all the worries seems so frivolous when more than half of them are actually not a “problem” !! Need a lightening and thunderstorm to get us back to reality once a while. Thanks to the recent happening, I had my lightning dose, now if we only had a possible cure for this problem!! If only…?!!


Nofe ‘air

Last week, I was at my cousin’s place when her two-and-half year daughter went screaming around the house, yelling at the top of her voice,” I too wanna go out. Nofe ‘air !! Nofe ‘air!!” At first, we were busy trying to quieten her down before the roof fell; but later looking at the situation, I just wanted to tell her that life will never be fair…’cause that’s the way it is !! I really don’t need to elaborate on that bit ?! The number of viva-voce where I get gunned down whereas my colleague walks off, in-spite of exactly similar answers,
have become too numerous to count!! Or even the fact that I miss the bus on a rainy day and get late, while my best-friend always manages to be on time, in-spite of losing to the tortoise !! The worst are the weekend sales, wherein your “arch”-friend walks in with a discounted buy, which you had nearly paid double for it and was waiting for a special day to wear it first!! Dejected feelings that plague you when your hardly-behind-the-scene colleague walks off with the promotion !! I really wish that I could stamp around like a two-year old, screeching ” Not fair !!”, Nofe ‘air!!” at the top of my lungs…M sure I’ll out-screech the kiddo !!

Ah well, what’s the point, that’s life they say ?! Most of the time, you really don’t have a choice. You accept what is thrown to you and just pray that the mess doesn’t get bigger. Ironically, when something good happens out-of-the-blue; you can’t simply believe your luck and fear the worst is yet to come !! Weird but true !!   That’s the cynical approach to life, at least mine is that way !!

After talking to my cousin about the nofe ‘air, her statement, ” At least you are better off than thousands of others!!” Well that stung a little, but true. I have a wonderful family and friends, talents that I can still unleash and above all, tiny blessings and memories that are treasured for a lifetime. You get to be what you want to be. Life seems unfair, but every adversity brings out a talent and a strength in you, that would have been hidden if you were not challenged.  When the caterpillar thought it was the end of its life … it turned into a butterfly. In continuation to the pertinent advice that I got, “When you start to complain or even think that your “life is hard” stop and ask yourself, “compared to what?” Life isn’t about what happens to you, it’s about how you handle what happens.

Hmmm…no matter what said, I think I ll be in this “nofe ‘air” phase for sometime. It’s not that I am not thankful for the blessings but just that I am tired of working to get what I want, unlike others who get it on a platter. Oh darn it, lazy me !! The grass always looks greener on the other side of the fence. But no way I am going to exchange my patch of grass for anyone else’s. I like mine the way it is ( once when my cribbing settles, I will!!) On the brighter side, maybe life is supposed to be hard. Maybe the people who have it easy are missing out on an adventure. Carpe diem !!


Don’t miss out on a blessing, just because it is not packaged the way you expect!

Life sometimes, we think plays cruel tricks on us. That’s what we feel mostly when things go slightly haywire, or unexpected. Most of the time, we are too wary of change, that we usually regard the event that is happening is less for the better and more for the worse. What we forget is that, sometimes blessings come in an off-hand manner. I mean not in the expected way, but if we graciously accept what we get; the outcome goes beyond our wildest imagination.

Sometimes, it’s those little things that we do graciously that leads us to bigger and better things. Those first times you may have done the props for school programme must have taught you about stage management, which would later help in the college concerts or in bigger events like managing a fund-raiser, a charity show or even an auction. The little chances that we get in assisting major or minor surgeries, or as an aide to a major development project would play a role in the future professional life. Even if you get the tiniest role or chance, do it with grace and poise. Don’t just grumble and throw it away; for every little chance is a gift and each gift is a blessing to learn something new. But that doesn’t account for you to sit back with folded hands and watch the world move by, either!!!

I am sure most of us know the story of the teenager and his graduation present. To sum up the email I got,

A young man was getting ready to graduate college. For many months he had admired a beautiful sports car in a dealer's showroom, and knowing his father could well afford it, he told him that was all he wanted. As Graduation Day approached, the young man awaited signs that his father had purchased the car. Finally, on the morning of his graduation his father called him into his private study. His father told him how proud he was to have such a fine son, and told him how much he loved him. He handed his son a beautiful wrapped gift box. Curious, but somewhat disappointed the young man opened the box and found a lovely, leather-bound Bible. Angrily, he raised his voice at his father and said, "With all your money you give me  a Bible?" and stormed out of the house, leaving the holy book.

Many years passed and the young man was very successful in business. He had a beautiful home and wonderful family, but realized his father was very old, and thought perhaps he should go to him. He had not seen him since that graduation day. Before he could make arrangements, he received a telegram telling him his father had passed away, and willed all of his possessions to his son. He needed to come home immediately and take care of things. When he arrived at his father's house, sudden sadness and
regret filled his heart. He began to search his father's important papers and saw the ‘still new Bible’, just as he had left it years ago. With tears, he opened the Bible and began to turn the pages. As he read those   words, a car key dropped from an envelope taped behind the Bible. It had a tag with the dealer's name, the same dealer who had the sports car he had desired. On the tag was the date of his graduation, and the words...PAID IN FULL.

Sad, but true story. How many times have I missed many a blessing because it was not packaged the way I expected ? To tell you truth, I am ashamed to say but I have lost count. I think it’s high time I take baby steps and make a change in my approach to the chances given to me, before it gets too late.


Reflecting through the leaves

Late yesterday, I was gazing out onto the lawn. Fall was in full mode, and as usual there was a mess for the gardeners to clean up by morning. It was the leaves that set my thoughts in motion. Have you ever seen a leaf unfurl ?! It first has to form a small teeny weeny green point on the branch and then it unfurls out through the spring and summer days. Each one has a story to tell and a world to see. Some wither and die. Some further branch out and unfurl out into different shapes and sizes. Some get diseased and die out. Others change colours with the change of season adding to the beauty around.

But each one has a story to tell. A story of rays of sunshine and early morning dew , of droplets of rain and little crawlies of nature, of nests, of various views. At the end, they all had something to contribute, either add to someone’s joy and laughter, or witness sorrows, inspire thoughts and creativity. Which is how sometimes, our lives reflect to be. Sometimes, along the road there will come a time when we have to stand alone. We have to make sacrifices, approach reality and redefine our goals so that the final target can be achieved. All this requires courage from within, the seed of self-confidence and the willingness to take risks. To not settle for anything less than the best, requires a deep sense of aim from within. We need to get out of our comfort zones and familiar faces, recognize and grab opportunities and discover our true purpose in life.

Find your inner light and let it lead you on. Don’t shy away from what you really want. For that, staying in somebody else’s shadows won’t help. We need to follow the rays of sunlight and find out our own patterns, for like every leaf we all have a special story to witness and experience in life.