Almost always there are two options in any situation I think they are called “fight or flight”. I get the basis behind using the word fight because it has its origins in biology and psychology that, the adrenaline rush upon encountering certain situations could either make you fight the situation… Or run away from it, albeit an extreme word it is an appropriate one.
Consider this, strategies are for those who have time. First you need time and then you need a goal and once you are able to set a purpose you must set a path towards it. This works well when you are certain of ‘where to go’ and ‘what to do’ but you will be left with one task that is, to find or to plan ‘how to do it’. This is strategy. The more you use it the quicker you become because it is all about decisions.
Decisions come with repercussions and this is both a benefit of decision-making and the limitation of it. Whether we fight or flight, we end up somewhere. Those who choose none might seem like abnormal to others but will end up somewhere as well. So why decide, why strategise, why bother at all? Only to take it under control.
Simple as that we are innately control freaks. But some one said you can only control the outside to an extent. So we became controlled-control-freaks. Funny, right? And this controlling takes time and work. So, should we just let it be and go with the flow? Why not! But be prepared to be unprepared.
Control puts us to ease yet ends up putting us in stress. Gosh… what do we do? Perhaps remember that by decisions and strategies we only set the course, the purpose/the goal/the destination stays where its is. We might just arrive a little late, might hit a few road blocks, might get stuck in the traffic, it might be too foggy to tread on, might be boring or tiring or simply exciting, but know one thing – Do it or don’t do it, the destination awaits you. This or that it all works either in your favour or someone else’s favour that is all.
Picture time. Totally stole these from my cousins haha. The only picture I clicked is just fog and It needs to broaden its horizon. Also, practically speaking how can you broaden horizon when nothing is clear? Well, one could wait it out because you see it when you see it.
- There is the horizon! Sort of.
Find the horizon.
Pretty clear on this one.
Somewhere up there, I guess.
When you are on the horizon.
And sometimes there is no horizon.
There is a glass with water in it and we are trying to figure it out whether it is half full or half empty while the question should be why is there a glass with water in it just lying around like that… Ghosts? haha. I am just trying to look at it the way it is.
I feel it should not be about how or what we perceive. It should be about how much of what we perceive like, do you just see the glass and the water or the reality surrounding it. What is even a wide or a narrow perspective and how could it be wrong or right? Perception could only be true or false and half the truth is not truth because the rest of it will be an assumption so, it is a hit or miss.
Half the time we choose to close our eyes hoping that the reality would change, other times we are not even conscious of this and some times we are just blindsided. The last one is okay but in the first two situations when we are faced with reality, we are shocked and that is not fair on anyone.
It is easy to get engrossed in ‘how’, missing out on ‘what’, and then finding a ‘who’ to blame it on while searching ‘why’ for a loonng time. So why be shocked if time slips away. It is easy to miss on reality when we live in our own world, but for how long? The longer we stay the bigger the shock.
Midst our wrongs and rights
We forget to see the paradise.
Why is loss the only way
To makes us realise
What it was
It can never be.
But does that mean
We can not work on it?
This first blow
It only left a mark.
That second one
It was just a scar.
Again as we repeat,
The blame lies on me.
But this time
You have carved
A name deep inside.
So, if you choose to go.
Don’t leave a thing behind.
Even if it is broken, it’s yours.
Everything… that belongs to you.
Now, I dare you!
Oh gosh! the amount of things that we keep reserved for ourselves and the things that keep us reserved could simply be put out in display to the world and anyone could do a psychological analysis of our true reality kind of like in the movies. It is by small things that the character reserves and the reservations the character holds that simply defines the entire character arc and even the progression of the story-line.
With that being said and after sounding like a pseudo-psychologist I am going try to sound very realistic yet stick to the theme of movies and story-lines. So, with things reserved and reservations holding us back there is that one reservation that every movie has, actually come to think of it, everything has that one place reserved for itself at the end.
The end is where it all… begins again. Result oriented as we are today the only thing we would like to reserve is a “perfect” ending and the only thing that holds us back is the fear of not getting the “perfect” ending. Fear of failure? Nope! Failure is the first step on the ladder to success or they say. Then why fear it? It is the ending we all want, not the first step or even the second but the last one; the climax.
And as cliche as it sounds there is no ending without a story. Build a story or even better let a story unfold itself so that an ending builds upon it.
In my opinion we are directing the ending so much that we do not eat to eat, we eat to lose or to gain weight. We do not talk to talk, we talk to get something done or undone. We do not breathe to breathe, well…. no…. wait, we do not breathe at all it just happens. Had breathing been a task I am sure by now some of us would have taken the time to get it over with to get to where they want to be. But where is that exactly? No one has time and that is okay, people are busy in turn productive or destructive. Either way, we are just busy human-beings.
I am not against the awareness that one must have for repercussions of their actions. I am against the reservation that results could bring specially to those who deserve or need the freedom. While on the other hand there are some who do not think of repercussions at all they are excluded from this just because good or bad (destructive) they can not be stopped (by just words, that is).
So, at a personal level why have that one reservation hold you back when you clearly have the ability to think things through (to a point in future that is not yet a reality). After all, failure is the first step on the ladder of success. The ending is reserved anyway.
P.S. This might have sprung out of a positive self-talk haha.
In some way, I like to pride my self with the idea that knowing a handful of languages (most of which are regional) makes me unique. Being multilingual is fun, specially in this generation of information, the more you can accumulate inside your head and spew out at the right moment, higher are the chances of you being considered smart. Like me writing this post in English when it is not even my third language. I feel smart but am I really? You’d never know haha.
More languages I learn, more I get the ability to grasp the ground-level info and today information is worshipped!! So it indeed is cool. Language is an art but mostly it is a game for instance reading books to live through the words or using it to make or a break a person. What a fun game, right? Imagine the power and the responsibility and yet we use words like we use chewing-gum; eat (learn), chew (recycle), spit (blurt), never really digesting it. Never really seeing it for its indestructibility and flexibility.
Words are immortal and unfortunately very flexible which renders them technically meaningless (sometimes even with a context).
We do not know the earth properly but in theory every school going kid knows that scientists are looking for life on mars and in theory we could be living on mars. The Martian is an amazing novel and the movie is nice too. But it is all a mind-play, a game that the writer played with our minds. How powerful!
In any way or form an idea communicated to anyone is half a conversation in itself and for the other half, if not a direct response at least an indirect response is created by the listener or the reader etc. Conversation can be a dangerous game. Need I mention how someone, somewhere saying something to someone else and that conversation and its acceptance as the be all and end all has made humans suffer immensely.
Is it misinterpretation or misunderstanding, does it mater? Either way, the fault shall always be of the one who reacts.
The speaker is safe as long as he is not overtly wicked. The listener is safe only if he does not feel a word. And the game goes on. Watch out your response and always hold-back that reaction or the game will be over before it begins.
One thing could tear it apart.
One blow is all it takes.
How fragile you are?
And how much of you is at stake?
Should you give more than you take?
Or, should you take an equal stand?
Some choices are left at hand.
For love knows no rules.
It sees no risks.
How entangled you get,
The more of you will be torn apart.
This word sounds like something magical must precede the utterance of it. It is as if miracles need to occur for something to be miraculous but consider this, in this day and age when we know the world and the bit of the universe as is, is there a need of any other miracle? Trying to fathom the reality is life-long process and even if something really miraculous did happen would we be able to acknowledge it and appreciate it?
We have clearly taken the forces holding the planet and the air and water that sustains human life for granted, to the point that we are developing, exploring thus, exploiting more and more leaving for ourselves less and less a chance in survival. One thing out of place and life will be endangered. Are we conscious of the existing miracles? So, do we need new ones?
The times have changed and we have moved on from calling natural forces as almighty’s work to knowing that these are mere scientific(physical) phenomena and any such scientific process can be used to fool a child or someone who does not really know science. Just like the illusionists and the magicians of today employ sleight of hand and science in their performance and we call that magic.
What would be really miraculous is the shift of human perspective. I mean, can we be real with ourselves for a moment!? Miracles happen when we snap out of the psychological reality that we live in and see the world for its actual wonders. Prejudice is an enemy of miracles and so is logic to some extent. The fight of the head and the “heart” is basically logic vs feelings and they both have their own limitations.
If you just sit in wonderment of this world/planet you won’t accomplish a thing and if you try to explore any further then you would have more toys (technology) to play with, but perhaps no planet to live on.
When that happens, miracle will be needed; a sense of balance will be needed, a reality check will be needed and at that threshold neither good nor bad, right or wrong, head or heart, but only sensibility will work. Coming back to senses is miraculous!
Are we perceiving it as what it is or what we “think” it is?
This is the era of being relatable. If you relate, you sympathize. As a millennial, I can say that the use of this word has crossed all borders. In the real sense, I guess, this is what globalisation is. What I consider as exclusive to me today can tomorrow be trending under # relatable. I mean one of the most popular and relatable meme for me is about the reality of job hunting today. The employers expect you to have 10 years of experience before 22. Now tell me isn’t that just simply relatable?
But there is even a funnier and related trend that has come out of this “relatable”, it is called “same”. All I have to do is say, “same” no need to explain, no need to give any details.
I remember this one instance where we saw a kid’s ice-cream falling from his hand and my friend uttered… “same” and I instantly knew that he found something relatable. But that was it – one word – and the entire process of observing the situation, understanding it, sharing it with me and generating a response was bundled in one word, “same”.
But I could not differentiate whether my friend was relating to the ice-cream that fell down hinting to downfalls in his life or to the sad kid or both but I knew it mattered to him. At the same time that is hilarious to me because this generation is so done with it. Not only are we bored but we are some what emotionally distant because of the “been there done that” attitude. There were no statements, no pondering, no feelings just like that my friend shared his story while showing empathy to the kid using one word. Efficient? Yes. Effective? Hmmm…
I did not even plan it but I am writing after exact two months. How cool!? But you know, last leg of a semester… Pheww. I can imagine, after reading this, someone somewhere going, “same” haha.
Well, the title says a lot about what I want to express in today’s post and that is – festivals. It is Diwali, the festival of lights today, a day to celebrate the victory of good over evil or to be precise, a victory through perseverance despite continuous failures. That is the historical/mythological/religious part of it.
Diwali is basically about fun, frolic, lights, colours, and FEASTs. Not to mention the extravagant and excessive use of crackers which makes me wonder whether people took the spiritual message “let the light guide you to your victory” way too literally. It is supposed to be the light of truth. I hope we do not forget that.
Anyway here are some light shots from tonight. Our way of expressing the joy of Diwali.
And “swasth” in Swastika literally means “well-being”. Pic Credits to my friend Tonya for sharing her beautiful piece.