Monday, June 17, 2019

Figure out the WHY

Everything in life has an aim, a purpose. Every single task that we or any living being for that matter undertakes, has a destination. From time immemorial people have been doing the impossible, because they focussed on the all important WHY. Without the WHY, life would be an aimless, lazy stroll through the seemingly never-ending years and decades.

If you have your WHY figured out, the HOW is merely planning and taking one step at a time. 

I now realise why certain aims for me are in limbo. I haven’t a clue as to why exactly it should take priority over everything else. I keep on finding excuses for these goals, like learning classical music. My excuses range from lack of time, lack of a good teacher nearby etc. If I had the WHY sorted out, I'd have made efforts to find a teacher; the teacher won't seek me out, right? कुआँ प्यासे के पास थोड़े ही आएगा, प्यासे को ही कुँए तक जाना पड़ेगा ! :D

Anyway, these are short-term WHYs and can be managed with fixing short-term goals. What's a short-term WHY, you ask? Imagine getting up on a snoozy Sunday, you would hardly be thinking of finishing the daily chores within a short stipulated time. But how things change, when a friend calls with movie plans that involve reaching the theatre in an hour! Electricity practically runs through you as you find short-cuts for chores, finishing each in a record time!

Long-term WHYs, on the other hand, need a catalyst. The very idea that your life or the meaning of your life depends on accomplishing a particular goal is the motivation that spurs you on through life. Some people are lucky enough to find theirs early on; others know what these are, yet have not given the HOW any thought. And yet others have ambiguous ideas about their WHYs and WHEREFOREs.

And then there are the medium-term WHYs. One recent, decently medium-term WHY for me was a borrowed one from a good friend of mine. It was her wish to see the collection of newspaper articles of her father published (a 1200+ pages book). It triggered something in me and I found time post work, on the weekends, basically any spare time that I had and was able to help her proofread a major part of it, click and finalise a cover photo, get the book published and plan the book release function. All this without taking off from work (except for the day of the book release). The experience enriched me beyond my expectations and is one that I would cherish for as long as I live.

Seek out your WHYs, is the only advice I‘d give you. The HOWs can be planned and programmed.

Thursday, April 25, 2019

The shortest ever 2.5 hrs flight!

It’s nice to be out in fresh air... The distant hills, fortunate enough not to have been mined so far, lend KIA the aura of being India‘s air conditioned city’s airport. I’m a little conscious of the short slits in my long skirt, never having chosen this attire for the practicalities of flying, but heck, how does that matter? Like the guy with a fear of thunderstorms (there must be a word for it ending with “phobia”, may be "Thunderophobia"!), who tied himself high up in a tree during a storm to get rid of his "Thunderophobia“, I might take to wearing skirts while travelling. Confront your fears, they say, so I won’t skirt around the issue, or maybe I will. Well, you get the point. ;)

The plane speeds on the runway, getting a li'l jiggy with it and it feels as if the pilots were motorcycle fanatics trying their hand at flying for the first time... the uncle on my left complains about the little jig loudly. I had presumed my flight to Jaipur to be as mundane as a flight to any other metropolitan city in India or in the world, but I‘m changing my opinion and getting nostalgic about the train journeys in the 2nd class compartment, where snacks and ideas are exchanged nonchalantly throughout the trip. Or maybe there is no need to be nostalgic, coz it’s happening again and I‘m right in the middle of it! :D

Let me give you a clearer picture... The uncle on my left tells me that ladies travelling with him are having problems. What kind, I do not ask... but some problem that gets solved with some eating. The guy on my right... you got it, yes, I didn’t get a window seat this time! Usually, if I don’t check in till I’m at the airport, I do get a window seat that no one wanted to pay extra for, but flyers to Jaipur apparently didn’t mind paying a few bucks extra... but I digress... So, the guy on my right asks me if I have flown with this airline earlier. At my affirmation he asks my opinion about what to order.. "What would you recommend? Should I order salted cashews?" I am baffled by the existential question and pass it on to the airhostess, who surely should have the elusive answer. Fast forward: He orders salted cashews and enlightens me that these are really good. I am so glad to know this, was having self-doubts about my general flight knowledge! Snacks over, now am being entertained with loud (by flight standards) Rajasthani slapstick comedy featuring on my neighbour‘s cellphone, who convulses with laughter every once in a while. And the airhostess tells us to fasten our seatbelt, as the plane is going through turbulent weather. Inside or outside, I wonder!

The lady in the row in front has perhaps taken the motto of my latest buy "The subtle art of not giving a f*ck" to heart and gives zero f*cks about being heard by others while giving out her life history to her fellow flyers. The story so far: Her husband‘s name is Rahul and she didn’t ask him a single question about his profession the first time they met. She only asked someone to let her at least know his name ("ladke ka naam to bata do"), when he came to "see" her for an arranged marriage. Her dad’s now 60 and hale and hearty. Her fellow traveller has 4 sisters and some nephew or niece needs to be "set up" for marriage... so the conversation continues... Uncle at the left finally comments: She is speaking since the last two hours, no commas, no full stops. I burst out laughing and the cashew neighbour agrees with uncle, "lots of stamina". 

A newly wed couple on the other side has managed to move over to the window, exchanging their aisle seat for the window one and is now happily cosying up as the sunset paints the sky in rainbow colours. How apt! :) A foreign couple on the seat behind them is looking at the noisy exchange all around with the first-trip-to-India look in their eyes.

And before I know it, we’re about to land post the shortest 2.5 hours flight I‘ve ever taken! :D Or as uncle on the left says: Ye to bhaga ke laya hai plane, itni jaldi kaise pahunch gaya?"

Wish I could take photos of all this, but I wouldn’t want that done to me, so I refrain.

Tuesday, January 1, 2019

Erasable Text



We’re here a moment, gone the next!
Momentary existence, erasable text.
Remember, retain, stay true and calm,
Let all nice memories act as a balm.




As the sun sets on twenty eighteen,
Only one wish in my heart remains:
Don’t judge things by what once could’ve been,
Count all your blessings and all your gains.
Coz time once gone, does never return,
Gifting us just a chance to learn
That life’s not about just counting days
Or hurtling through this time n space,
Not wondering ’bout the wheres n hows,
It’s rather about owning your nows
And pondering o’er what more could be,
Then aiming higher than the eye can see
Being true to one’s heart sans bending at the knee
To make your dreams as real as can be,
To make your dreams a r-e-a-l-i-t-y...

Essentials for 2019

Quiet, peaceful corners
To ponder over things,
Timely, inspiring words
To endow you with wings,
A sense of purpose,
A source of pride,
A positive person
Always by your side,
And along with these
I wish you surprises
Of the pleasant kind
And of all shapes and sizes!
🌸🌸🌸