Friday 13 April 2012

Patience. Our new best friend.


This morning, I was faced with the ultimate test of self-control. Counting to 10 and chanting 'Om' 3 times did help to some extent. But apparently, my plight was synonymous to that of a boiling kettle. 
I had spent precisely 20 minutes, waiting for the building lift. 20 godforsaken minutes! 

But I managed to remain sober. It took every ounce of my endurance capacity, this task. But yes, I made it through. My mum would be so proud if she'd known that I was able to keep my cool. My patience was literally at its superlative best.

Of course, the ability to be patient, doesn't come that easy to most of us.
Very few have the willingness to suppress their annoyance when confronted with a delay of some sort. 

Patience involves tolerance, composure and trust me, a whole lot of strength! To keep myself from venting the frustration at my fellow lift buddy was one herculean task. It is an art. Not everyone is born with it.
Patience is a learned virtue.

Now, Mumbai city, in my opinion, is the best place to learn this virtue. Almost every facet of a Mumbaikar's life involves WAITING. And if you don't know how to, then God help you.

If I may add, some instances would be :
  • Waiting at the 3 foot long ATM line.
  • Waiting for the auto rickshaws. Yes, sadly we are at their mercy quite often.
  • Waiting at the railway platform since the chances of local trains being on time in this city, are remote. Very remote.
  • Waiting at the restaurants because the cooks seem to take forever. We've all overheard this and may have said so numerous times, ''Sabji laane gaya hai, ki banane gaya hai!''
  • Waiting for the lady at a government office who takes her own sweet time because obviously discussing recipes with a colleague is much more important than attending to your query!
  • Keeping in mind our current scenario, waiting eagerly for a transition from the scorching heat to the monsoon showers! And we are all aware of the enormous amount of patience this needs.
I am not complaining, neither am I ranting. 
In fact, these aspects of our city teach us something new each day. Unfortunately, more often than not, we consider anger to be an easier option in comparison to patience. 

Displacement of irritation is easy. Self-restraint is what really tests your waters.
The former has seldom done any good. All it will leave you with is a hot head and some fuming people around you extending those nasty looks.
The latter will somewhat give you a sense of achievement. For if you have learned patience, you have learned the solutions to the bizarre questions that life offers. You have found the key to unlock the door of calmness and sobriety. 

And as they say, ''Patience will bear sweet fruits, always.''

A misconception to be cleared. 
Being patient does not mean you are submissive or that you are giving in to the situation. Instead, being patient emphasizes your capability to deal with an annoying situation in the most civil manner possible. 

Patient people are loved and looked upon a great deal.
Piping in a political example, the recent fast by Anna Hazare most definitely required patience in plenty. He never gave up, though no doubt it would've been the easier way out. But perseverance was his sole motive. And his stint did yield good results.

Well, bottom line is thus, anger will get you nowhere. In today's day and age, patience should be your new best friend. Embrace it. 
Learn to breathe. Don't work yourself up, for it is fruitless.
In this fast paced society that we live in, Patience, my friend, is your survival strategy. The best one.











Monday 9 April 2012

The Demonic Angel Within


His cherubic face, his radiant smile
Masked those desires, fiendish and vile.
A deceitful persona, a mind so sly
Two-faced yet cautious, he was living a lie.

He attempted to immerse himself
Into a sea of normalcy.
Secretly he wished to be a common soul,
Accepted, mundane and ordinary.

But he was beyond the realm of control,
His malignant self found its way through.
His eyes declared aversion and contempt.
Into a vicious monster, he grew.

The world was blinded by the obvious.
For they couldn’t look any further
Than his conspicuous portrayal
Of a soul with raging fervor.

The world was oblivious to the reasons
That may have driven him to transform.
His once selfless spirit,
Was now camouflaged by a spiteful norm.

The world was his mirror,
For it reflected his inner goons.
The world was also his blind spot,
For it failed to see his emotional wounds.

What the world couldn’t notice
Was a struggling angel beneath.
Those devilish horns concealed a halo,
And forever he hid under a false sheath.




Friday 6 April 2012

My Guardian Angel

Amidst the crowd, I was on my own
My feet took me places, all alone
My mind was clustered with thoughts unnecessary
Making me feel sunken, yet a little wary

Wary about myself and the way I'm being perceived
By the very same crowd of people around me
Opinions, judgments, criticisms and more
Were all that came my way and all that I could see

Then came this day
In the most unexpected way
When You held my hand
And told me it'll be okay

All of a sudden, I found new hope
I began to believe now, that I can cope
I felt the courage, I gathered the strength
With You by my side, I could go to any length

It's a special bond, between Me and You
One that's rare and understood by few
A perfect connection, a soulful dedication
That guides me across troubled seas and struggles of depression

So when I think of You, I feel certain bliss
Pure love and deep content, nothing's amiss
Be the friend I need and everything will be right
I will know no worry and feel no fright

I will make it through the potholed street of life,
No matter how thin the rope or how sharp the knife
Counting on You will suffice
Because You're my Guardian Angel, a blessing in disguise.

Thursday 5 April 2012

Passion. Bliss. Love.

So, we've all been asked this patent question at least once, if not many more times.
‘’What is your passion?’’
I’ve been asked this too. At first instance, ''Food'' pops into my head. Yes. I’m passionate about my cheesecakes and chocolates and spicy, ‘indianized’ Chinese meals. But that’s just me. I LOVE FOOD.

On a serious note, that’s exactly what passion is. Passion is love. 
An amorous sentiment. A strong feeling or desire is what defines passion for me. 

Passion could be a powerful, compelling emotion like love, hate, envy, rage, lust. Or it could mean having a profound inclination towards something in particular like art, books, sports, movies, animals!

So, how does one find one’s passion?
To put it simply, I’d say, ''Doing something that you love. That is your passion.''
No matter how clichéd this might sound, there is every ounce of truth in that sentence. All it takes is some introspection. In other words, self talk. And you will very well discover the things, that when done, bring utmost happiness and fulfilment to YOU.

Putting myself in the spotlight let me give you an example.
               
I passionately love my folks and some other special peeps. If I may say so, there is a certain zeal to the way I love them. They make up some very important pieces of the complex puzzle I call, Life. So, they deserve to be loved with exceptional and phenomenal passion, to say the least! 
Also, I passionately hate some not-so-very-nice things. Like peas. I absolutely, passionately detest it. And keeping in line with what I said earlier, I love to hate peas!

I am passionate about writing too. Writing is a task that somewhat liberates me. At the end of the day, the paper is nothing but my best friend. I pour my thoughts and opinions without hesitancy and once it has all been ‘flushed out’ of my heart and brain, something takes over me. That ‘something’, is satisfaction. An overwhelming contentment. A sort of adrenaline rush through my veins. A layer of pure joy and satiety just settles down on my otherwise restless mind. And I absolutely love that feeling.

So we must all attempt to find our ‘calling’. It isn’t rocket science and once found, rest assured, there won’t be any turning back.

Pity goes out to people who live their lives sans passion.
For without passion, you will not have known the depth of emotions. You will not have known vulnerability and the sweet feeling of security, thereafter. Without passion, you will not have known life and its hidden beauty.
You will not have known the intense storms of probable failure, followed by the calming seas of definite success.
Without passion, you will not have known the wonderful pleasures of light, that may be disguised as dark, murky setbacks.

So, take a chance. Have belief. Love unconditionally. Try something new that may start out as a mundane routine or a mere hobby, but your love for it, may take it to another level of extraordinaire.
Be passionate. That is all that there is, to life.