I have slowly realized how Quora is a better place to spend one’s time than on Facebook 🙂
The answer to this question struck chord with me. I loved it. It’s simple but not oversimplified, beautiful but brutal in a way.
I read, hear people advising others to live ‘in’ the moment. Well, I never took those words seriously. But a random post made me think what it meant to live in the moment, at least in my case. It wasn’t a great article. Maybe the timing was right for me to ponder over this question now that the season of competitive exams and interviews are over.
So, what does it mean to live in the moment?
For me, those times when I am happy performing a task are the moments when I live then! Like, when I dance or sing my heart out while my favourite song goes on, or while having a good meal! 😀 For now, I remember only these moments. Reading books is definitely one of the best times but then when you read a good book, you hardly live in the moment! You imagine the story-line, involve in the story, oblivious to the surroundings! 😉
But how important is it to live in the moment? It saves our time which we would have spent pondering over our unchangeable past and the unpredictable future. I don’t want to sound rhetoric but isn’t it true that those moments when you live in the present imply that you are happy? So, when you hardly care about living in the moment, does that mean that you hardly care about making yourself happy? No, right?
So next time when someone asks you to live in the moment, tell them that you need not pinpoint a few instances where you lived in the moments. Show them that anything which makes you happy will make you live in the moment. 🙂
So, within 1-48 hours of period, my XLRI results are going to be out. And how am I reacting? No idea! What is my usual reaction to such situations? First and foremost, the date is not definitive. Hence, having no prior experience of facing such indefinite waits, I have no clue how I would react 😛 Secondly, it’s a mixed bag of emotions. Suddenly, Rhonda Byrne, Paulo Coelho, Robin Sharma remind me of positive thinking 😀 And the usual ‘me’ starts thinking way too realistically to hope for anything good.
So basically, I am just feeling numb. It’s not that I have deprived myself of emotions. I watched romcoms, cried till I sleep; met buddies, ate heartily, felt happy; confronted a few issues, trying to sort them out, etc. But somewhere in my daily happenings, when faced with performing a task, I’d end up thinking- “if I will do this in case I get in, should I join a gym or dance class, should I practise quant again, what if I get in” and likes.
Sounds too analytic? Can’t help it 😐
I’ve been planning to write 3 stories. 2 form the prologues and the final one connecting those both. I though of doing this a month ago. Seems like I lost every seriousness in this world. Stopped reading novels, reading useful stuff, eating without much thinking, spending time on unproductive issues.
But at times I wonder if life is all about doing something productive. Yes, I agree that whatever I do today can affect my tomorrow. But how ideally can one live? Like how does one spend their entire life-time spending time productively? I’d rather watch a rainfall through my window than do a problem from P&C, especially when I am not very sure if the latter is going to help me in my future (remember that I am awaiting the results 😉 ). It gives me immense happiness to watch rainfall. Or just sipping a cold-coffee on a cloudy, breezy day than concerning myself with Iran nuclear agreement or whatsoever. Or watch a romcom, cry my heart out than watching a serious documentary on US-Iraq War.
But there’s a catch here. If I keep doing the aforementioned things, then duh, I will definitely get bored. So how well or fine-balanced should one’s life be when it comes to the trivial and serious issues? Well, I haven’t figured it out yet. I hope things just fall into a place.
P.S. All for the wait of XL results 😀
P.P.S: All these wouldn’t have happened had I not thought about you seriously. XL meri jaan! ❤ :-* 😉
To this point, I feel we have been brought up amidst a bunch of lies. We are told that being different is not an asset but indeed a liability. This refers to many cases: Abnormality in the way one looks, one behaves, one thinks, ones choice of living, etc. Thankfully, a few of us now consider those who do not do the normal thinking as ‘out-of-box’ thinking. Saying so, we are surprisingly still expected to do something outside the routine, stand out from the crowd while simultaneously toeing the lines of stereotypes.
Imagine a situation where we see physically disabled persons. The first thing which grabs our attention is the disability. We soon forget that apart from that, these people are just like us; they have friends, families, hang out with them, love ice creams, pets and every other single thing. We either sympathize with their condition or cringe our noses depending on how less unpleasing their disability is to our eyes. And this is totally uncool, isn’t it?
A person who wants to give up his professional career to attend his calling is called by several names: weirdo, ‘that-out-of-mind’ guy, poor fella, monk, fakir (depending on what his calling is). Remember ‘The Monk Who Sold His Ferrari’? So why is such a fuss being made about doing unconventional things? Because your current job can pay your bills, you can get insured, can attract a suitable groom/bride? That your calling does none of the above, huh? Remember what everyone wish when they are on their death-beds- that they should have listened to their conscience, risked, and not cared what people around them had thought about their actions!
And yes, breaking the gender stereotypes is my favourite, ‘in-you-face’ (no pun intended), kind of abnormality (pun intended). I appreciate it when a girl rides a bike, anything from a Scooty to a Bullet, and better when a guy pillion rides! It’s like a double shot of breaking stereotypes. After all, we all are hardwired to think that macho guys ride Bullets and their girls go gaga over this! Unfortunately, there are only a few girls in our society who can bravely stride steps along with boys, their heads held high, not feeling scared or embarrassed of being judged as ‘loose’ girls for walking with guys; of all those strange, nasty and menacing looks they get. Trust me, more people are only curious to see who the girl is. In case if she is one of his/her acquaintances, that’s enough to spread a wild fire of rumours in the neighbourhood and consequently, fear in her.
Having a squint, being an albino, following a guru, becoming a nun, working for the needy despite coming from a ‘high-class’, having good education and job, a girl and a boy being best friends maintaining a platonic relationship, getting tattoos or piercing rings, accepting and supporting the LGBT community (As if doing so will make us one amongst them. Even then that shouldn’t be a problem, should it?). I can go on and on about the perceived abnormalities according to our society. It never ceases to astonish and appal us simultaneously. But why are we taught to play it safe? Why are we asked to stick to the norms and stereotypes? Does doing so will make us an anti-social element? Think think!
So next time when you see a kid or your younger cousin, or whoever you think you have liberty to tell them good things, perceives something as abnormal and starts getting judgemental do the following: Explain that abnormality is relative and not absolute; that he/she might be perceived abnormal in a vice versa case by the victimized person. Explain how things are not always black and white, that at times grey exists and that’s not bad. But for all these to take place, we should first unlearn and bid goodbye to our old way of thinking and learn, give way to new thoughts. Empathy is such a strong and powerful word. Being empathetic is surely a better way of living that makes our world more beautiful and our lives more essence filled.
Just a few minutes ago, an incident happened which, I am not sure how long, is going to have a profound effect on me.
There was a jam in our washroom and a plumber was called in to repair it. He charged some 250/-. My mother was about to ask for such a hike in price when he gave a simple answer- “Typical plumber works are done at low costs but dealing with jams involves something like manual scavenging, at least to some extent. Definitely we ought to be paid more for dealing with this.” It was just a two sentences long answer. No arrogance! But the earnestness on his face gave more stories.
This is what I could hear from his expressions:
“No one will be ready to do such a demeaning task, not even the people who cause the jam ( The jam was primarily due to the soapy wastes, hair and nothing much). We too are human beings and we too possess something called ‘self-respect’. It hurts our ego badly when we take up such works but we still do it- for the sake of our families.” As a matter-of-fact, it was a risky process. While repairing, there is a high probability of getting cuts on hands as the pipes are metallic and he was using a merely plastic clad hand. His own hand!!!
That’s it. I left my breakfast in mid-way. There’s no way I was going to digest that food nor his words and expressions. Apart from that, he said that he would throw away the wastes himself because if he doesn’t say so, he is sure that he will be ordered to take it away- which will be more disrespecting to him. He chose not to do so. He silently was leaving when I offered to throw it away. He meekly refused and said that he would do it himself.
I couldn’t comprehend what was going around. I pitied him. But that’s not going to change his way of living. Just before leaving, he asked if we had any empty diaries. We had a few and give him two. Mom asked if he was particular about years. He said, “No, this is for my children to write down.” I lost it by then. I returned to my room and found myself crying inconsolably.
These were my thoughts- “Of what use is my education? To see so much apathy around me? Can’t I do anything about it? Am I so helpless? This is just a single case and it gets worse with people who have no basic facilities to live with. At least this man got some money for today. ”
The best step I could take- post this on my blog. Good. But what’s next? Probably when I get back from my XL interview, I should really do something about this. Maybe I can talk to him, find out if his children need any help with studies, offer free services, and the list goes on. I hope this feeling doesn’t leave me at all. I hope it fills me with some sort of purpose, something to live for and work for. After all, I am an educated girl with strong values and I am not very helpless, am I?
Does it take only caste and religion for us to get served by the government which is elected by us? If God exists, does he/she discriminate between a Hindu and a Muslim when it comes to helping people? When we are taught that there is only one God, why do we even struggle to find out whose faith is superior and which religion followers are more in number? Does that make any sense?
It saddens me when I come across news clippings reporting forced conversions, Ghar Wapsi, Love Jihad, et al. I am not taking anyone’s side but let’s just be fair- If a religion is so great that it deserves reconversion of its children from other castes, should this happen under the disguise of alluring people with money, BPL cards etc? If there are people who really convert for money, then what respect do you think they will have towards your religion? Do you think that your so-called “God” will be happy with having such people following your faith?
And come on, give us a break. Which country has its total population filled with a single religion? This goes out to Mr. Praveen Togadia who stated that they(VHP and the likes) are going to raise the percentage of Hindus in India from current 82 to 100. ARE YOU KIDDING ME? I really hope that a movie comes up which serves you all a tight-slap! Stop meddling with religion. There are a lot other important stuff lying around you which need your attention and which are more important than Ghar Wapsi, go, clean up that mess. At least that way, people irrespective of religion will commend you!
LOL. I know, the title doesn’t make any sense. Anyway, tomorrow is my CAT exam. No, I ain’t treating it like my D-day. But yes, I am excited to take it. My past experiences with mocks have been not so encouraging but neither depressing. Average- that sounds better.
I know that I may not land up at a 95+ percentile, for sanity sake! 😀 But I strongly believe in luck, miracles or rather- ‘bad performances’ of potential good performers that can take me to 90s. But I know that this wishful thinking is selfishly thought. Khair, sochne se sach thodi ban jaate? 😛 😉
Well, I am not tensed. I am plainly excited. CAT wouldn’t seal my fate forever. I have other options which I can happily choose. But yes, a li’l miracle here and there in my exam case wouldn’t hurt me 😉 After all, who wants to work when you are still, naively, 21??? X(
Ummm, ab nahi toh agle saal. But I am quite confident that whatever may be the case, I have plans- best ones- always, on my mind and hopefully, let me implement them. For now, I gotta listen to my brain that’s trying to shut my eye-lids for the past 2 minutes. Cannot ignore its signals because I have become insomniac from the past 2 days. Reassuring myself that CAT wasn’t on the next day didn’t help me.
Hope I can sleep peacefully tonight 🙂
Just a moment ago, I deleted one of my other blog sites. It was a private site which I didn’t want anyone to read. It treasured the most loved memories. But the time has come to permanently remove it from every kind of space- be it on mind or cyber. It was damn painful. I resisted the temptation of going through the posts fearing that I may not be gutsy enough to get rid of the site.
This had to happen at some point of time and the present time is no worse. I even kind of got emotional after deleting it but it only reminded me of how lamely I was getting attached to memories and materialistic things rather than to persons and present. And yes, I had backing from my best friends who are only too happy to get me rid of that site. LOL! 😀
Cheers to a new beginning! \m/ 🙂
Another sexist remark row!
Murli Mohan, the honourable MP from AP, requests his sisters, daughters and all girls to wear dignified clothes and uphold the Indian values..
Chalo girls, go get your full-length loose overcoats, preferably something which covers your faces too, and wear them. For there are men out there waiting for you to reveal your body ( a slight skin show- say exposing your face- is enough) to raise hue and cry saying that you are being Westernized cuz u r wearing a Mascara or a denim jeans!
But wait, do the Indian values come in a package with dos and donts?
I wonder cuz there are a few men out there speaking about upholding Indian values and in their bedrooms, committing rapes on their wives and girls belonging to lower castes (but girls from every caste get raped, don’t they? It’s not that men don’t see a girl’s caste before raping her, like the ShivSena leaders didn’t see the religion of that victimized man when they force-fed him with a chapati?)
And very (un)luckily, while we ‘n’ no.of women try our best to uphold Indian values, there are n^n^n^n.. (infinite times) try to prove our efforts to be in vain cuz even a fully clad woman or a child wearing a diaper attracts them to rape us! So, here’s the catch. SHOULD WE OR SHOULDN’T WE ???
LOL! Don’t think a lot! It doesn’t matter, actually, you see! Anyway you are a woman. And obviously those men do find excuses to somehow assault you sexually! Don’t you know that they consider RAPING TO BE THEIR BIRTH-RIGHTS and are sanskaari enough to uphold Indian values to a far greater degree than we women do, by raping and sexually abusing?
Khel Khatm, Dukaan Bandh.. Kal se zindagi phir se resume ho jayega… Zyada bheja mat kharab kar. After all, aren’t we used to these things?