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Good or bad
No good or bad thing happens in our life. There are few things happens which we filter out based on our convenience to either good or bad. Do you wonder why?
Consider that you are going somewhere, reached the railway station before the train’s scheduled time. you are waiting for a long time and train arrives on time and you think its good thing happened that day.
But consider the reverse scenario, you have to catch your train at 8 pm, the train arrives on time. You reach the station 5 minutes late. Now the same train and timing irritate you. you end up being frustrated and think its bad day.
Consider you are sitting near the window sipping your tea, reading a book and it’s raining heavily. You feel so excited and enjoy nature’s beauty.
But consider the revert scenario, you are going to the office in a two-wheeler, you have an important meeting. you already in a hurry and it rains, your dress is spoiled. Your mood is off and you end up cursing the same rain.
Before feeling bad about the things that happened, one second try to see the full picture. True that few things got happened, it need not be separated as the bad thing, just because we are not comfortable with that. Take a breath, Don’t spoil the mood. Sometimes things do happens, whether we like it or not.
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Mindfulness
I love chocolates and I know that I will be happy when I eat it. But don’t know why, When I was a kid I used to save the chocolate for the future. I kept it secure somewhere neatly wrapped up in its cover. For a few days after that, I would open the box and look at it with longing eyes and dream for the day to eat it. The idea of having the chocolate slowly turned from joy to constant pressure of saving it. That thought of not having chocolate scared me, I tried to save more and more chocolates. Few of my favourite ones got spoiled even before I eat it and day by day, I lost my willingness to have it.
Now taking this analogy, think of happiness in your life. We sometimes dream of being happy. But never allow the luxury of being happy to our self. We keep on saving that for some big event to occur in life. What if that big event never occur suddenly in a day, and its collection of all the small things we overlook all these days Isn’t it scary? Smile and Be Happy, Celebrate the moment without waiting for the dream of a big event in life.
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Compassion
I clenched my teeth and tightened the grip on the television remote until my hands became numb. “What happened Raj? Is everything alright?“ My wife’s voice seemed distant at this moment. I was so angry to answer. She came near me and tapped my shoulder to get my attention.
I pointed at the television and shouted at the top of the voice “Are they even humans? Due to a few people like this, we are doubting the humanity nowadays. Even animals are more compassionate than us”
She looked at the television and said with a deep sigh “This is today’s reality. you can’t change everyone out there. The only thing you can do at this moment is to try something to get it out of your mind “
“What can I do? ” I asked a simple yet complicated question.
She tapped at my forehead and said with a smile “You have to find it out if that is bothering you so much”.
I smiled back at her and replied “You surprised me today. I was expecting regular dialogue like this ” I playfully mimicked her voice ‘You shouldn’t go out at such times. Corona cases are getting crazily increasing day by day’
She tried to maintain the composure in her voice and said “I know. But someone has to do that. This is unavoidable”
I turned her around looking straight at her eyes and asked “Are you sure? Won’t you be sad if anything happens to me ?“
She looked tensed for a moment then gained her composure and smiled at me and said jokingly “You know, I am kind of bored looking at your face 24*7 and want some peace in the house without the television’s sound”.
She added with more confidence ” Don’t worry you will be fine, nothing will happen to you”
I thought for a while and started saying “I think I should get some…”
As if reading my mind she hurried towards the kitchen to pack foods before I said it aloud.
I got ready properly for going out, it’s been months since I had done that. I had worn my favourite dress, belt and put on my deodorant.
I went to the kitchen to check on the things. She has put on her invisible chef’s hat and made everything ready as I would expect. Her care always moves my heart.
Getting used to the new normal I put on the mask, packed my sanitizer and also got the things she had packed. My car was dusty for being kept in the garage for a long time. After some struggle, the car started. I clutched the steering wheel tight, the deserted road was adding more fear of corona. No one was on the sight. I was driving mindlessly and the music was adding rhythm to my thoughts.
There were only a few checkpoints on my way. I moved on easily after showing my e-pass. Suddenly I saw a group of monkeys fighting over the food spilt near the garbage bin and stopped the car at a distance.
I got down, opened my food boxes and kept them at the side of the road. Monkeys were staring at me. I expected the monkeys to move close to me, But ages of aggression have taught them well. I sighed and started driving slowly and looking at the rear mirror. Monkeys were sniffing the food and started eating hurriedly. I wondered how long they had been hungry. I looked at the remaining food packets and drove on to other roads in the hope of finding more monkeys. This place used to be a tourist spot, monkeys had no issue with the food then. But now the time is very unpredictable, not sure of the future, at least as long as I can, I will do this daily from now on. My mind was remembering the disturbing news I had heard today, where one person was hitting the monkey for eating his spilt over food and killed it by hanging in the nearby tree.
It’s true, In our busy lives even we don’t have time to think of the fellow human beings. But someone should think of these animals and be compassionate, even if we can’t help, we shouldn’t harm them.
That’s a true way of giving back to society and the proof that we have our 6th sense.
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Newborn bonding
I was anxious, I think you might have guessed that yourself by seeing me roam here and there on the hospital floor. I kept on looking at the operation theatre’s door as if I can see right through that. People say that God alone is the final support at such times, So I placed my hands together in front of me and started praying. Oh, that’s better, I tried to calm my mind a little bit. I needed to be strong. I took my mobile to look at the time but began to stare at its wallpaper. There she was, smiling happily at me, my one and only daughter touching her tummy affectionately. My hands reflexively clutched the phone tight. I looked at the labour ward. I wish I was there with her inside holding her hands tight. She was a strong girl from childhood, she would be fine, I tried to console myself looking at my crossed fingers.
The doctor came out with a nurse, looked as if they were discussing something seriously and then he asked something to the nurse, She looked hither and thither and pointed towards me. They gestured me to come near them. I moved as fast as my legs could carry me. My heart beats increased and I could feel the tension in the air.
“Doctor, how’s she ?” I asked in a shaky voice.
He looked up from the file and said with the practised smile “She’s fine and so is the child. She’s blessed with the baby girl. Congratulations Aninitha Ji”. I sighed in relief. Luckily nothing was serious as I expected few minutes back. I thanked the doctor holding my hands together at the same time looking up at God with teary eyes. I rushed inside to see them. My daughter was still unconscious. I went near her and wiped her tired sweaty face with my saree’s edge and kissed her forehead.
A nurse came in and handed me the baby. My joy had no boundary on that day. My eyes were shedding happy tears. I remembered the moment when I got my daughter for the first time in my hands. She looked exactly like her, same stubborn curly hair and big round eyes. I was lost in my memory. She was making some sounds as if trying to get my attention back to her. My heart was overwhelming with joy when her little hand clutched my finger with immense strength. I sat down beside my daughter and kissed the baby’s forehead and held them both close to my body and silently promised myself to take care of these two until my last breath.
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New Freedom
I was lying lazily flapping my big ears probably half-asleep lost in my thoughts. When my master first brought me here from my home, I was missing everything there. I would close my eyes and imagine being there in dense forest with loads of food and the refreshing river water with my family. Even once I tried to find my way back, But I couldn’t remember much, as I was very young back then. My owner used to control me with a stick and tied me with the chain. Here food is very limited and also he gives me when he wants to, not when I am hungry. I wish someday I get the chance to find my family and to be with them. But later I got used to this place. It was kind of fun to see the kids jump at my sight shouting “See ! there’s an elephant”.
I was pulled to present with the sudden commotion around me. My master was packing everything and leaving somewhere in a hurry with his family. I noticed with a sigh that he didn’t keep any food for me. I asked myself can I go somewhere in search of the food. I looked at my legs, luckily in the hurry to leave, He had forgotten to tie me with the chain.
I got up with tremendous effort carrying my gigantic body. I moved out of the house and started walking slowly.
In the past, these streets used to be crowded with people. There were some functions I would go with my master, kids happily rode on me, people got my blessings and gave me bananas or a piece of paper which my master took it with joy. He never let me go anywhere alone. He always clutched my chains in his firm hand and forced me to go with him.
Today I am walking on my own without anyone to control me. Finally, I found some hope to fulfil my wish. My legs were eagerly taking me forward towards the forest. Streets were empty and all the doors were closed. I wondered where did humans go? I hadn’t spotted even one person. It felt strange. On the way, the banana smell was wafting in the air momentarily distracting me from the nearby farm. Cautiously I looked around making sure no one was there to shoo me away. I went inside and had loads of bananas until my stomach was full. I hoped that should hold off my hunger for some days. Dogs were encouraging me to go fast, Did they increase in numbers from the last time I remembered? I wondered. The summer heat was intolerable so I went into the river and cheerfully started bathing. My body felt energetic after this refreshing bath. While leaving the village, I noticed some closely packed houses. Then a small girl squeaked from a window pointing at me. Unknowingly I felt happy like my good old days. I had some pressing questions in my mind, why were they all inside the house? why won’t she come out to ride on me? I went close to the house and tried to tell her silent goodbye before leaving. I tried to trespass the gate. It collapsed completely as I tried to move further inside. But I got confused and mentally swore ‘ I had merely touched them’. The pleased look on her face got changed into fear. It was hilarious how these humans used to control me with a small stick. But now they were scared of something and have locked themselves inside the house. Did anyone more powerful than humans exist?
I moved towards the forest, with every step my heartbeat was increasing in excitement. Trees were happily welcoming me home. I went deep inside the forest to embrace nature and to breathe the freedom in the air.
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The guy who is looked up at
I sometimes wonder the ripples we see in the surface of the water, is it caused by the stone thrown just now? or is it caused by the constant tension forming beneath the water all these years? Do you think a smiling person as happy as we assume them to be or the smile is the well-crafted mask they wore to hide the sadness beneath? Do we even succeed in looking through it? Without knowing what they are feeling, is it even fair to advise them to be happy? Are we crazy enough to think wealth, money, fame, power are enough to make someone happy? Maybe our definition of happiness is not their definition. Surprisingly even small things can make you happy like reading a book or talking to a friend or petting an animal. Everyone sees the world differently so as their essence of happiness differs. Do try loads of small things to find your happiness or a spark to live, Before taking the big step to give up.
Long live Sushant Singh Rajput in our memory. You are always an inspiration for the people to dream big.
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