Life is one big accumulation of moments. It is said; when the soul is about to part the body just a few moments of the entire life lived come to our head. It’s really up to us to hold on to happy moments.
So its best you let those “what-the-F$@%-moments” go sooner. That’s a conscious effort.
What are “What the F$@%?” moments? Anything that you feel shouldn’t have happened the way it did!
I haven’t lived that long. But listed below are random acts that happened to myself or to people I care about and they are my current top WTF moments.
People who disrespect their parents. Don’t mean petty fights. But people who go to the extent of cutting-off ties.
- Accept and love your parents.
Early risers who disturb people who love to sleep in the morning. Come on, let us finish our dreams.
- Everyone has different body clocks.
People who think they are God’s gift to mankind.
- Willing to admit mistakes is strength.
People who say, “I don’t care…” or “I don’t wanna know…”
- Willing to learn is a show of adaptability.
That phase in your life when you live without a direction. Not really caring if it was a Monday or a Friday.
- It’s your life. Only you yourself have the right to influence it.
Catching your lover cheating on you red-handed.
- If it happened once. It will happen again.
The lover who cheated on you makes you believe that it was you who drove them up that path.
- It’s the only way they can shift responsibility. Sort your own mistakes and move on.
When you make your friend a lover only to realise that breaking-up breaks that friendship too.
- Friendship is done amongst equals. Break-up shifts that balance.
Missing your loved ones happy occasions because of events that you don’t have control on.
- Disappointments are part of life.
When one fine morning you wake up and see that stuff you believed in were all wrong.
- Both good and bad are our own responsibility.
When a thinking man becomes ‘thoughtless’. Thoughtless here is to say, absolutely no thoughts.
- Take a break. Be with your family. Or do something that is not you.
When you finally see through those WTF moments, you realise that they didn’t even warrant a list!
Friday, April 18, 2008
Thursday, February 28, 2008
Meet the Faker
Today, I met a friend who was cheated and hurt by a person, who easily fit into the ‘harmless’ category.
You give your trust. Believe in that person. Let go of your security net. And one day, kaboom… you don’t really know that person. Yes, let me introduce you to ‘the faker’. This faker is genderless. And he or she will even pretend to the dumbest person of the world. Harmless, you say? They are silent most of the time. Biding their time to wham you, when you are least prepared.
Have met my fair share of fakers. From big talking sales executives to people who have not hesitated to ‘kill-off’ their non-existent father!
Bizarre and extreme, isn’t it? I guess this automatically qualifies me to write this.
You can’t really identify these fakers. But you know you are out of the zone when a person goes out of the way to sound naïve or ignorant. Just watch closely at the behavior right after the solution is announced. If he/she sucks up to you – Say hello to faker!
They are full of drama. Every single incident of their life is large and too huge for them.
Another proven point is the old Chinese saying, “A person who discloses only his/her bad times is a bad friend to keep.”
So thank you my ex-fakers for those hard lessons.
I finally left my friend with the thought that “If you want to cheat someone, it’s the easiest thing to do.” He needed to be told that trusting another makes us human. And in no way is he guilty of being stupid - the lowest low of being a human.
You give your trust. Believe in that person. Let go of your security net. And one day, kaboom… you don’t really know that person. Yes, let me introduce you to ‘the faker’. This faker is genderless. And he or she will even pretend to the dumbest person of the world. Harmless, you say? They are silent most of the time. Biding their time to wham you, when you are least prepared.
Have met my fair share of fakers. From big talking sales executives to people who have not hesitated to ‘kill-off’ their non-existent father!
Bizarre and extreme, isn’t it? I guess this automatically qualifies me to write this.
You can’t really identify these fakers. But you know you are out of the zone when a person goes out of the way to sound naïve or ignorant. Just watch closely at the behavior right after the solution is announced. If he/she sucks up to you – Say hello to faker!
They are full of drama. Every single incident of their life is large and too huge for them.
Another proven point is the old Chinese saying, “A person who discloses only his/her bad times is a bad friend to keep.”
So thank you my ex-fakers for those hard lessons.
I finally left my friend with the thought that “If you want to cheat someone, it’s the easiest thing to do.” He needed to be told that trusting another makes us human. And in no way is he guilty of being stupid - the lowest low of being a human.
Thursday, February 7, 2008
Beauty
There are moments when my entire life so far, all that happened, all those people who touched my life, flashes in front of my eyes…
First of all, those moments in itself are not in seconds, it stretches on like an ocean of time. For me, it is like lying on my back on the grass and watching the night sky… or watching the autumn leaves letting go… or my grandmother’s hands and the way her skin seemed like soft paper. So many days, yet only so few moments.
I guess I could be pretty pissed-off with the wrongs that happened, but it’s hard to stay mad when there’s so much of beauty in this world.
Sometimes I feel like seeing it all at once and it’s too much. My heart fills up like a balloon that’s about to burst. And then I remember to relax... and try not to hold on to it. It flows through me like rain and I can’t feel anything but gratitude… for every single moment of my stupid life.
May be you won’t have an idea about what I am talking about. But don’t worry. You will someday.
First of all, those moments in itself are not in seconds, it stretches on like an ocean of time. For me, it is like lying on my back on the grass and watching the night sky… or watching the autumn leaves letting go… or my grandmother’s hands and the way her skin seemed like soft paper. So many days, yet only so few moments.
I guess I could be pretty pissed-off with the wrongs that happened, but it’s hard to stay mad when there’s so much of beauty in this world.
Sometimes I feel like seeing it all at once and it’s too much. My heart fills up like a balloon that’s about to burst. And then I remember to relax... and try not to hold on to it. It flows through me like rain and I can’t feel anything but gratitude… for every single moment of my stupid life.
May be you won’t have an idea about what I am talking about. But don’t worry. You will someday.
Wednesday, November 14, 2007
Stick by me, when am fat and ugly
No. This is not the new Elton John album.
When you feel life is being unfair. And the walls look closer than it seems. You will feel fat and ugly.
Some people around you will disappear looking at greener pastures. And some will stick on, for they know the quality of the mud. Hoping... some day it will bloom again.
They stick by you inspite of no guarantees. We need them. And it’s their belief in us that shower in the confidence.
When you feel life is being unfair. And the walls look closer than it seems. You will feel fat and ugly.
Some people around you will disappear looking at greener pastures. And some will stick on, for they know the quality of the mud. Hoping... some day it will bloom again.
They stick by you inspite of no guarantees. We need them. And it’s their belief in us that shower in the confidence.
Monday, October 15, 2007
Bounce
The other day, I brought myself a rubber ball. I threw it at a straight wall and it bounced right back. Then I threw it onto the ceiling; again I had it back in my hands. In my fourth or fifth attempt (who counted), it just disappeared into the false ceiling. My shock and annoyance at not getting my toy back, my new source of fun can’t be explained.
We all throw the ball expecting it to bounce right back at us. But what if, our ignorance misjudge where it is thrown. Ignorance has a price. Whoever said, “ignorance is bliss” is so wrong.
I had taken my rubber ball for granted. I will get that rubber ball back from my ceiling. But what gets lost thrown at the wall called ‘life’, is lost forever.
But the REAL lesson is in the ball. Not the wall.
We all throw the ball expecting it to bounce right back at us. But what if, our ignorance misjudge where it is thrown. Ignorance has a price. Whoever said, “ignorance is bliss” is so wrong.
I had taken my rubber ball for granted. I will get that rubber ball back from my ceiling. But what gets lost thrown at the wall called ‘life’, is lost forever.
But the REAL lesson is in the ball. Not the wall.
The Level-Thinking
There will always be people who are superior or inferior to us.
While it is easier to accept the person who’s superior to us, we tend to adopt the ‘outcast-mentality’ to those inferior. We have an in-built sense of which association will benefit us and raise our own standards.
In theory, we all know that no man can be superior in all sense. But then why do we still slot on the basis of knowledge, background and value. This is an acknowledgement of how inferior we truly can be.
In my personal quest to be a well-rounded person, I have adopted the "Level-Thinking" into my life. “Level-Thinking” helps me to be conscious of who am dealing with and shed whatever shades of pre-conceived notions I may have in a given situation.
Say you meet Mr. A, who in a situation is more knowledgeable, more valuable and in your eyes – superior. He is above us in that mental scale of ours. We shift gears and try to match to his level. This is called “Going UP”. Once this state is achieved, we see them on the same level as us. And in this whole process, we learn those aspiring values.
Now we meet Mr. B, who hasn’t reached our level of thinking. And in our eyes, he’s inferior. We slow down and let him reason with our level of thinking. Slowly he rises to match our level. This is called “Catching UP”. What we actually did was to go DOWN to his level and then bring him UP to ours. This is tougher of the two, but in this process you re-learn.
And chances are, you will learn something new too and scaled even higher.
While it is easier to accept the person who’s superior to us, we tend to adopt the ‘outcast-mentality’ to those inferior. We have an in-built sense of which association will benefit us and raise our own standards.
In theory, we all know that no man can be superior in all sense. But then why do we still slot on the basis of knowledge, background and value. This is an acknowledgement of how inferior we truly can be.
In my personal quest to be a well-rounded person, I have adopted the "Level-Thinking" into my life. “Level-Thinking” helps me to be conscious of who am dealing with and shed whatever shades of pre-conceived notions I may have in a given situation.
Say you meet Mr. A, who in a situation is more knowledgeable, more valuable and in your eyes – superior. He is above us in that mental scale of ours. We shift gears and try to match to his level. This is called “Going UP”. Once this state is achieved, we see them on the same level as us. And in this whole process, we learn those aspiring values.
Now we meet Mr. B, who hasn’t reached our level of thinking. And in our eyes, he’s inferior. We slow down and let him reason with our level of thinking. Slowly he rises to match our level. This is called “Catching UP”. What we actually did was to go DOWN to his level and then bring him UP to ours. This is tougher of the two, but in this process you re-learn.
And chances are, you will learn something new too and scaled even higher.
Sunday, October 7, 2007
Sandcastle
I remember, as kids, no weekend went by without the trip to the beach. Two overzealous kids, with just a year to separate them, were obviously too much for a fulltime housewife - our mom. Our wise dad made sure we went back home tired and silent.
Our play activities usually involved fighting the sharks and giant squids. And had an occasional pirate to capture. Once we have enough of the water, we discarded our fins and evolved to the land.
A favourite land activity was to see who build a better sandcastle. I always took pride in my creations. Bridges, high walls, detailed structures were easier to make with each attempt.
On one particular trip, I wanted to challenge myself by making a real big sandcastle. Realising that I need ready access to more wet mud, I chose a particular area closer to the water. I had higher walls. Bigger bridges. Larger towers. I was very happy.
And just as I was giving it final touches, a rouge wave made mockery of my skills.
I stood shocked not knowing what to do. I wanted to blame the wave. I wanted to blame something. My little heart refused to understand the cruelty of it all.
I turned away then and headed home. The memory of that castle forever in my mind.
We all build sandcastles with the best of our intention. Sometimes they just don’t take shape.
I leave you with the thought that I didn’t stop making sandcastles. I was back at the beach, the next weekend.
Our play activities usually involved fighting the sharks and giant squids. And had an occasional pirate to capture. Once we have enough of the water, we discarded our fins and evolved to the land.
A favourite land activity was to see who build a better sandcastle. I always took pride in my creations. Bridges, high walls, detailed structures were easier to make with each attempt.
On one particular trip, I wanted to challenge myself by making a real big sandcastle. Realising that I need ready access to more wet mud, I chose a particular area closer to the water. I had higher walls. Bigger bridges. Larger towers. I was very happy.
And just as I was giving it final touches, a rouge wave made mockery of my skills.
I stood shocked not knowing what to do. I wanted to blame the wave. I wanted to blame something. My little heart refused to understand the cruelty of it all.
I turned away then and headed home. The memory of that castle forever in my mind.
We all build sandcastles with the best of our intention. Sometimes they just don’t take shape.
I leave you with the thought that I didn’t stop making sandcastles. I was back at the beach, the next weekend.
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