Tuesday, December 7, 2010

Live For a ‘For Granted Emotion’

The other day sitting on the swing at 8 pm, a thought took over the romantic waves flowing through my mind and it was that we are designed only to create situations and react to them, the things in between are either molded for good or unbelievably screwed up by the destiny. Life sometimes is as good as snail running at its best, still the slowest and then in a moment, it transforms into the third arm of a clock, rapidly jumping from one phase to another. Sweetest of the philosophies (sab theek ho jayega/ yeh time bhi nikal jayega) seem so impractical, when the trouble is just the double in size and nature. Words like calm and composure are rejected by your mind saying ‘WTF’. This is the moment for you to spill the beans & prioritize amongst the situations that you will anyhow have to face and these might involve girlfriend, boyfriend, best friend, studies, relatives, mom & dad or career. Out of the entire box of goodies and baddies, the chosen one should be ‘Happiness’.


The most desirable emotion of all is ‘ecstacy and we humans go to any extent to have it in totality. Here, I would like to throw some light on everyday examples, such as, we take out our anger so that we feel relieved and brain retains its happiness. We talk to people whom we like as they bring smile on our faces. We lie to escape or overcome certain problem or mistake, thinking that it might free our minds from stress and which again leads to glee. We cry out our frustration, thinking it might make us feel light and happy. We sit alone or we freak out with the loved ones, we do it only to kill the boredom and regain the joy in our lives. One falls in love and finally gets married only because they feel contented with each other. A couple decides to get separate for they feel deprived of the state called ‘bliss’ in some or the other way. God has created humans in a way that they enjoy happiness and try every possible quest to surmount it. We walk, talk, play, run, smile, hurt, lie, eat or for that matter pee only because it gives us contentment. The only point we fail to understand is that feeling good is not just a primary want but our moral responsibility and right as well.

‘Mool Mantra’ of grabbing the joy is to gear yourself up for anything that might come across and if, you were lucky enough, it could be an enthralling love making session too. Reviving and refreshing one’s inner self has become as important as breathing, in a century like ours, where spontaneity is the way of life. Rejuvenation is not that an age old concept but a lifestyle of modern society. In fact, too bored with the same nude life, even Adam and Eve tried to adventure out, by eating away the spelled apple and an ultimate result called ‘Boy & Girl’ is forth our eyes. And, it’s ‘WOW’ actually. Treat each day as the ‘Latest-One’ and explore it to the fullest before the new morning hits inn and it will keep you ever young and high spirited. Manifestation of bracing up the body and mind is done in several ways and these include dancing, singing, reading, playing, sketching, partying, shopping or in fact doing nothing and just sleeping, relaxing & dreaming.

Stepping on to the bigger stones like yoga and meditation, these eventually assist you in getting your concentration right. Moreover, it also helps you in turning your physique into a sexy and desirable body. Well promoted at national and international level by ‘Baba Ramdev’, yoga has also been recognized for keeping one stress free and happy. Another ‘In- Thing’ is Spa. Spend at least a day on your body and see how drastically it transforms from a ‘dead body into party animal’. Excellent facial, pedicure, manicure, body and head massage stimulate the blood circulation and as a result of which each vein, nerve, muscle, bone and skin of your body says ‘Woooaaah, Get Set Go Baby’. So, now, when ‘Aal Iz Well’ say Cheers to yourself, get down in there, grab some moments and relive for a for granted emotion, Happiness. 
 

For the Name Sake


Urmila a 32 year old lady, who was a maid at my home for a year, had been an innocent resident of Gurgaon for past 10 years now. Washing utensils and cleaning the elite bungalows had enabled her to make a ‘jhuggi’ in a nearby slum. She was one of the beings for whom work was worship and so she did it religiously. Somehow, she didn’t mind spending extra hours at our place, in fact she loved it. At times when my mother scolded her, she took it all very respectfully considering her as an elder sister. One day she asked my mum for 2 days leave and extra money at the same time. My mother asked with concern “sab theek haina tumhare ghar mein” She replied “haan memshaab shab theek hai par 1 hafte mein Eid aayegi Eid, tab main apni beti aur damad ko nayi nayi kapde degi”. Without realizing my mom replied “par tumhara naam to Urmila hai?” Name is something which calls for ones identity and transforming from ‘Sakeena’ to Urmila just to earn two meals a day is no less than a shameful spot on our hypocritical culture.

Now, she has left ‘Wajirabad’, which was more than just a store for her daily earnings. Our government feared the destruction that took place in 1992 at Ayodhya and therefore, all the followers of ‘Prophet’ were sent back to their homes before the final verdict came. So, she had to leave keeping her tears and anger aside. Realizing the worsened condition of people living Below Poverty Line in India gave me shivers. Situation further saddens, when these people have to sacrifice their per day wages till they find some other work, which is again easier said than done just because they are Muslims. 

Well, beautiful journey from ‘just married to parent-hood’ is spent in deciding the name of coming offspring, who otherwise becomes your shadow as well as life. You are being called by the very name since birth and it happens to be yours till death. It is said that you die and the soul reaches its ultimate destination as per the deeds performed by you on the earth. But, the ones left behind remember you and the foremost thing that hits their mind while missing you is your name. Strange but true that this four letter word not only personifies the attitude & behavior but also brilliantly defines your persona. Name which happens to determine the luck for all of us, also calls for our identity. How worse must be the condition of a nation where one forcefully has to change their entire identity to get a job? 

India is a fast moving nation and so it is swiftly adapting modernization in every field ranging from agriculture to science. Well, for that matter it has also achieved remarkable success in the section of vulgarity and pornography. And, how can we forget that over the top drug education that school kids attain free of cost. Considerable makeover could be noticed in the living style of ‘King Parikshit’s’ (that was when kalyug started) age till today. Where a woman was not given a chance to speak before men now is exposing her best assets to the whole world, day in and out. Once we hear was Lord Rama, who truly loved his only wife Sia & travelled oceans to get her back safe and today, our sense of acceptation has reached a level where a man happens to fall in love with every second woman of this universe other than his own better half. On the contrary to all this, we touched the tower of accomplishment, when the first ever lady president Shrimati Pratibha Patil took the supreme responsibility of guiding India with full enthusiasm and delight. We celebrate each festival; Christmas, Diwali, Eid or Gurpurab with a sense of pride and devout.  This all is just three-forth of the entire testimony to how we consider ourselves as cautiously globalized and matured countrymen of the realm.  After such a dynamic revolution in thinking of Indians, what leaves me in a state of shock is that till date, we have not accepted Muslims as our own.

It is not only about Sakeena or Urmila but million others, who religiously believe in ‘Allah’.  It is difficult for a poor Muslim to even earn his/her daily bread in India and similar is the case in Pakistan, I heard. After all, our ‘great-great grandfathers’ have shared same red blood before their children got indulged with minor things like religion, caste, creed and sex. One can be Jennifer, Ramesh, Mohammad or Gurpreet but, if, someone has to leave his/her individuality for the sake of society, then its shame on us. Winning laurels in innumerable subjects but seriously failing in understanding the simple meaning of Human Being is none other than a big black blot on each Indian. 
Ishwar –Allah tero Naam, Sabko Sanmati de Bhagwan”

P.S.: 2nd para is completely fictitious, no intentions of harming people's emotions.

The Three Chair Tale


November began as the month of pure love
The season was lovely monsoon,
When baby steps of two chair story hatched from cocoon
Each day passed with immature fights & true affection,
Running at a snail's pace they met their ‘teen’ conjunction
T’was heard, the age is like divine whisky,
None is clear, even shadows become risky
Hence, known & common mistake was unknowingly committed.

A strange beauty with the brain so marvelous,
Had gradually entered the mini home sweet & frivolous
Now, beautiful tale never remained between the two,
As she stepped into the same cupid shoe
Stranger no more remained one,
Friendship became living and Love just another pun
New companions were fond of each other,
Each aspect shared seemed overwhelming & similar
Lying alone on a shore, the better half noticed everything,
Couldn’t stop buddies from travelling on same infatuation wing
Lies of all sorts were natural,
And, heavenly relationship turned into an ugly quarrel
Silently she lay,
Thinking of the dividends she will have to pay
A day came when he told the untold,
Situation moved from inconsiderate to cold.

In love one accepts one as a whole,
After all bad and good is found in same soul
Beauty is not only what you have to believe in,
Also, make sure the beast inside mustn’t win
So, chosen was to forgive is divine,
‘The Happy End’ is two chair tale became as tasteful as an old wine.