Thursday, September 16, 2010

The Brighter Side of the Darkness

Being optimistic myself I have always vowed to the power of positive thinking until recently when I came across this eye-opener argument I happened to witness. I should have been meditating before my mind went out on a rampage in quest of wisdom. I found myself in a aisle with closed doors both the sides. When I peeped inside the first room I saw these gentlemen having a naïve conversation. To my surprise they were Mr. Positive and Mr. Negative. I craned my neck inside to get in a audible zone.

Positive with lot of pride said “ Everyone wants to embrace me, they think I can get them anything they want”. Negative not even looking at him replied “ they have to embrace you, but I am almost inbuilt in their thinking. “ I was stunned to see the depth and the fact  in the words and stepped inside and continued listening.

Positive shooted again “I make them excited, make them look forward, help them stand and make them move towards success.” Negative with a taunting smile argued “ all that if I allow you to enter in, I am deep rooted in them and they are deep rooted in me. They fear failure, fear rejection and hence fear moving ahead.” Positive interrupted “They write books on me” Negative restated “ Don’t you read newspaper, I make headlines” Positive Countered “They invest time and money to develop me in them.” Negative jumped to excitement “I come free, you are costly affair.”

The last line made me feel a little guilty, I remember paying 5000 for Sneh Desai “Positive thinking” class and the cribbed for days to spend for something that was already known to me but not in that flowery language that he spoke. When I diverted myself back to the conversation Negative has already taken the initiative.

Starring right in his prey’s eyes Negative said “you get in with lots of effort, I am there effortless, you have to be planted like a seed and have to wait till you germinate, I spread like a virus. You have to be nurtured and maintained, I am maintenance free.” Positive raised its voice “by the power of positive thinking, they become successful”. Negative sarcastically laughed and said “Can you guarantee success? But I can guarantee failure. So who is more powerful”?

With a brief pause before positive started again “My positive sense of humor puts a smile on any one’s face.” Negative peacefully answered “repeat the same joke again a few times and they will get bored and irritated, where as my one sarcastic comment is enough to hurt him for life time and will keep hurting him more and more if repeated.”

“ By being positive I help cultivate love in relationship”, Positive argued. Negative countered “ A lifetime of love? I can transform that in lifetime of hatred with one bad experience”. “So what”. Positive defended, “your life time of hatred can be erased with my one act of forgiveness”. Negative pounded on his voice “ Forgiveness? MY FOOT!
Man is no more forgiving , he seeks revenge, I am sitting inside him and pulling the strings .”

I was throttled hearing that, so far I was ok, till the last line made me feel ashamed. In spite of calling myself optimistic I have always sought revenge from those who have hurt me, until it took ages for me to realize that seeking revenge is not in my hand. Thank God! I am yet spared, remembering my note fossil, but before I could think more the conversation started again but this time louder and aggressive.

“I create trust and trust leads to peace”, Positive almost shouted while the Negative remarked “what trust are you talking about? It takes 100s of explanations and success to create trust, but one failure can break trust and raise 100 doubts”

Feeling guilty when I was about to go back in flashback of my experiences. Negative went on a firing rampage.
“You are required in quantity I can overpower you single handed. One matchstick can burn an entire field of hay and gallons of water is required to put it off. Add one drop of poison in a glass of nectar and the whole glass becomes poison. Add one drop of nectar in poison and it also become poison. One rotten tomato rotten the whole lot. Spit in a glass of water and it is not drinkable anymore. So who is more powerful? More impactful? More influential?

I was stunned and Positive was speechless. I could feel a sense of loss in him to argue any further but must be his nature that he wanted to end this conversation in a positive note so humbly asked negative “ Of course you have proved that you are more powerful and impactful but at least share its secrets with me? At least let me learn something positive since its in my nature.”

Curiosity overpowered me and stepping inside I silently tiptoed my way to the dark shaded corner of the room so I could also get enlighten with the Gospel. They noticed me crawling but ignored me as a bug on the wall.

By now pride has completely shifted from Positive to Negative. I could see Negative’s chest expanding and he was lustfully enjoying his success. He took his time to curve a smile which reflected his ecstatic joy over Positive’s surrender. He disclosed his secret arrogantly. “My friend Positive, your weakness is that you are very shallow by nature and my strength is that I am very deep by nature, so I am impactful. Your fault is that you are very passive by nature and my strength is that I am very aggressive, so I am influential. Your limitation is that you are too moderate and I am very much intense, I am like a bee sting and you are like a body cream. I penetrate deeper and stay longer, you swim on surface and evaporate. So I am more powerful. And last but not the least, I was very positive in my approach while arguing with you.” With that Negative winked at positive who stood frozen and stunned when he heard it all. Regaining his lost pride, delighted Positive in a sense of relief quoted “ so ultimately you too had to hold hands of positivity to succeed. But the only difference between you and me that your nature has more depth, aggression and intensity which from now on I’ll add to my nature and approach to succeed everywhere.

Negative now held the shoulder of now euphoric Positive and said “ if you want to be successful , my brother, you have only two options. Either stay away from me or keep me away from you.”

I couldn’t help admiring the openness and confidence of Negative, who now started walking towards the exit. He saw me and smiled. I out of respect and affirmation smiled back. And stammeringly placed a question almost in a suspicious tone “ Sir you revealed all your secrets out, Are not you scared of loosing out to him.? He laughed and replied “Never fight with a man who has nothing to loose, and I have nothing to loose” with this he briskly walked away to disappearance.

When I shifted my attention to Positive, his radiant face almost formed a nimbus. He started walking in hypnotic steps towards me. He came and embraced me and spoke in a tone to recount more of him than to me “I will stay away or keep him away, that Negative fellow. Even if I encounter him, I’ll be now more aggressive and intense to my approach. From now on I’ll make all my actions, thoughts, feelings and even experiences more deep intense and important. Even a small victory will be greatly celebrated. Appreciation will be in length and with deep honest pride. Expression of love and feelings will be more intense and dramatic. I immediately sprang up and added “ like a filmy style” he nodded in affirmation and continued “and more impactful, so even a bad experience could not erode off the good memories” laughing together we almost in a chorus said “ and laughter should be from the bottom of the belly whose sound effect would even wake up the neighbors. Every joy would be embedded and carved deep inside the heart and mind. Life would be respected and appreciated with more depth, intensity and profoundness.”

It was then when I realized the animal in me makes me negative, the man in me fights to be positive and the divine in me makes me faithfully positive. The journey is to evolve from animal to man and the then to steadily reach divine.

Tuesday, May 4, 2010

Fossil

Fossil. The remains (or an impression) of something that existed in a past age and that has been excavated from the soil. hmmmm.. I guess that is how my feelings are today like FOSSIL. Every one has a past, someone pleasant someone worth learning a lesson from. Lot of people I know or not very well know, keep asking me about my past. Well justified (but from their RESPECTIVE point of view ). Past is made up of memories and lessons, some pleasant some not, it involves feelings, people and lot many things that u have come across when your past was alive. But today all those things have become a fossil. They are well preserved in spite of all the erosions life has in forced on us. I am today what I am because of all these fossils I have respected and treasure throughout my life. I respect every person moment thing and lessons from my past for making exactly what I am today. And I love myself deeply. Irrespective to whether I am right or wrong but because that I am honest and transparent, which didn’t come to me as a choice but by chance. I know I have some unpleasant memories, some injustice, felt been used at times, felt looser and ignored some mistakes which I committed intentionally or unintentionally but I still don't want to hang all those in my hall of shame because I don't want anyone to put remark in their sane sense of their own experience. I love and respect everyone from the core of my heart who in my past has come in touch with me for short or long. Its them who have given me an identity today. If I am accepted and appreciated today by few people its all because what I have learnt from my experiences. And all my experiences are based on people who have been with me in my past. I do periodically go in flash back and curse myself, have I done like this or that I would have been in a better phase today, but then when I rethink, I agree that may be things could have been even worse if not any better. We learn to walk only when we fall, we value success only when we know how it feels when we fail, we know the worth of a smile when we can feel the pain of the tears. So I adore and salute all those people today and forever who have taught me and made me cry in my past. Because of them today I now value all the smiles I have and I try to give. I am a very possessive person and I hate to share anything that is just mine. I value everyone who has been known to me or befriended me today or yesterday. And the way I get upset when someone disrespect my friends or my family I get upset the same way when someone disrespect or comment about people from my past, irrespective to whether they have hurt me or left me bruised after all they WERE my friends or family at a point of time. This is one reason I avoid discussing them out. I know those who want to know or show their concern, care for me too that is why they so curious but will anyone let one friend say anything negative about another. All my friends and people I knew from my past has created a footprint on my heart too deep for to get eroded with time but collectively they have coloured a picture of me in the canvas of my life.

In loving memory to all of them who have created a priceless fossil within my heart in my so long run of life, some too fresh where as some which need a head scratch to remember

Saturday, April 24, 2010

Dare to be yourself

Just a day ago surfing the net I came across the painting of MONALISA. Quite some piece of art. I started digging more about it and its painter. Leonardo Di-Vinci. What an art. Worth appreciable. I kept wondering for a long time and few things caught my mind. After going through many pages, I noticed that the entire net is stuffed and loaded with its replicas. Its been copied and duplicated almost everywhere and on everything. Weird. It made me wonder. But there was hardly any other Leonardo. He has not been cloned yet. One and only in his class. Similarly life is like that. A painting is always a painters choice. Like there are lot of MONALISAS but cannot be two Leonardo da-Vinci. Be a painting or a painter is always in your hand. A painting is more renowned beautiful and ecstatic where as the painter are the naive people with less recognition and fame. A painting is always the consequence of a painters choice, he chooses the stokes colours and the style theme with his brush. He is the choice maker. He is the one who imagines and then create it. Still its us who want to be the painting and get hung in front of the public in the hall of fame. We get happy when people appreciate us, irrespective to the feeling that we are actually being priced. So why not try be the architect of the new social conscience.

Your loved one, your society, religion, community, and your company everyone wants to play a role of a painter in your life. But there is no point in placing your life in someone else’s hand and then cribbing crying and sobbing that you are not happy with your life. So better be assertive and decide it on yourself, and even if u choose to be the painting, remember that the canvas of your life cannot be used as experimentations by others. Our early years are like that white canvas. With colours filling in as we grow to our saneness. With countless colours and infinity strokes a picture starts blooming. Rarely the transformation of a child to an adult happens without tears. Its painful for everyone involved. If you succeed in becoming an adult you cry for leaving the child behind. And if u fail to become one you cry again. So either way u cry. But these are life’s way to evolving a new you. Every person u come across with has his own colour and stroke on u. Its now on you how u place it. Either tearfully become a painter or tearfully remain a painting. The world that cries when u begin will stop crying once when u start producing result.

Lord Mahavira said- “live and let live”. Christ said “love thy neighbour’s like you love thyself”. Even such messiahs have asked you to put yourself first and then the rest of the world. But a choice maker merely put self respect first before he attempts to respect others. You have only one life to live. Even if you are reborn, you will not be born as you. So don’t miss any chances, don’t miss yourself in you. Do whatever u feel like with your brush and strokes or be another MONALISA and get hung on a wall.

It is better to earn a name and live a good life than to earn a fame and live a bad life.

Dare to be yourself

Sunday, April 18, 2010

Global Warming

Huh!! Finally I have started writing after staring this screen for so long. Good! And I hope the content turns out to be good as much as I waited to write it. Wonder where to start thats one problem I have always suffered before starting any topic. I stare at this blank screen so long that I often forget and get carried away for what I planned to write. I start with a thought open my page, start thinking and then something, and then something and something or the other. The link keep jumping from one thought to another , from one field to another. And I forget where I started from. Things become so funny when I start thinking Funny, mind plays some funny game with me. It will precisely not let me write what I want to write and will give me all shorts of thought which I dont wanna write but end up writing.But today its different I am all charged up, I have been asked by one of my friends to help her in a project over Global Warming. Cake walk. Its too easy for me since I am a social activist on a international platform, I can help her in no time and labour at all. Let me start, I think the world issues, like, global warming is seriously becoming a concern for all of us. The earth is heating up because we are careless, we turn on the air conditioner even when its pleasant enough outside, except my room, its seriously hot and humid here, and son of a gun my Ac isn’t working. Its sweating and humid here while I am writing all this to you. How will my ac work when we have a power cut for the major part of the day. Huh!! Damn these governors they are hardly bothered about us suffering this sultry weather. While they are sitting in their cool chambers munching chips and sipping tea. They sit and do nothing through out the day. Those lazy bums sit to snore and fart their way to glory whereas their stinking chairs drool on their obese figures. I once saw a fat guy trying to get up from a satiny seat in metro. It was a hilarious scene. I couldn’t hold on my laugh. I laughed for so long that I almost fell on the ground. I felt so recharged from that retarded guy. Funny, how someone’s puff can be someone’s laugh. I know its bad, we should never laugh on helpless people. But then again laughing is good for health. Its far more better than any medication or exercise. Laughing always helps your heart heal all the troubles and pains. It help u cheer up in bad times and help u forget all your blues. You can never stop the pain but you can suppress them with a good laugh. But that doesn’t mean you should keep laughing all the time, you’ll make a fool of yourself in public. As it is people has nothing to do but to keep an eye on others. They are so nosey all the time. What is to them if I roam in my house in my favourite Mickey mouse pants. What is to them if I have my room all messed or I sleep 3 in the night. They will show their concern as if I am a 9 year old kid. I know and I agree that sometimes they are genuinely concerned also. Like the other day when my parents were out for two night, they helped me with my meals and tea. They are so nice at times that they make me feel so proud of them. Wish they could get my cloths washed and pressed too. They have three servants working 24X7 for them. Hope they lend one of them to my house for my daily chores. Its so difficult for me to get up early in the morning after I have a long facebook sessions. I know facebook kills all the leisure time I have for me. Even 28 Hrs in a day would be less for me, with facebook around. And I don’t just kill my time over there I help my friends also. Like I was suppose to write about global warming for one of my friends project. GLOBAL WARMING!!! ???? HUH!!! .... DAMN IT!!

recycled Love

when nights are long and friends are few

i sit alone and think of you

with a lonely heart and a silent tear

all i wish is you to be here

then i realised how crooked i was

ruined the friendship by giving it a pause

guilty i am for what i have done

i gave you tears but smile none

now when i am concious of my guilt

and respect the love and friendship we built

there you are probably miles away

so much to feel but nothing to say

i am missing your arms around my neck

your running with anger but returning back

i am missing your smiles i am missing your tears

i am missing your presence right now right here

please come back oh my love! oh my life!

or hang me down or kill me with a knife

but don't pretend to be happy and gay

whereever you are staying miles away

rip my heart and see that its true

the pain is tremendous which i am going through

i'll sacrifise my life and donate my soul

but don't break ny heart you can take it as whole

let me hug you tight and say it together

i'll always be there for you forever and ever

you owe my life and always be my friend

lets start a story which will never have an end

Friday, April 16, 2010

Punchered

You have been the best , doesn’t mean you’ll always be

You have topped the rest doesn’t mean you’ll conquer me

All promises are broken and I am to be blamed

All desires are murdered and i am to be framed

Still you not satisfied and now you want to leave

Love is now a curse where only I am left in grieve

And now that you are gone , nowhere I could find

left for me all the sadness and darkness behind

I see myself in mirror and cannot stop to cry

And feel the pain and fear no matter how bad I try.

Every time I close my eyes I feel you inside

As if you are laughing and standing beside

I force myself to sleep, at least once in a day

So that I can be with you, even its a dream you say

I know not when the day starts , I know when its night

I know not what is wrong anymore I know not what is right

I feel a sting in my heart and I feel it all the time

May be its the HOLE you caused from where u slipped outside

I live only on breath now, because my heart has stopped to pump

It hasn’t even spoken to me, since the moment it got dumped

I keep thinking all the time and I think what to think

Than I think it is useless no matter whatever I think

To forget you I make new friends , go out and explore

But that makes the matter worse, coz then I miss you all the more

I miss you in every face and I miss you in every smile

I miss your nonstop chatter when we go on drive for miles

I miss your hands on me when I wake up in the sun

I miss you tickle me, make faces and have fun

I miss the loves we made, I miss the fights we had

I miss every word you said, no matter good or bad

Don’t know what to say now , am clueless what to do

I use to think of us, but now all I think is YOU

Why did you do this to me, why did u leave me alone

When you knew this very well that I cannot live on my own

I regret what has happened, will buy back all those days

I’ll mortgage my life I swear just tell me the price to pay

My friends laugh at me, they say “Get up buddy, Move on”

But they don’t know that I am dead since the moment you were gone

Today I worry for you baby, that tomorrow I might be on my knees

But will you get anyone now, who will love you more that ME?