Showing posts with label love. Show all posts
Showing posts with label love. Show all posts

Tuesday, June 1, 2021

Mission Passion


 

     "Duty done out of desire becomes ultimate delight"


I used to work in Govt bank. I never liked working in bank and I also didn’t like myself. Bouts of grumpiness, irritation over  failures in past, frustrated over wrong turns I took in life, old regrets surfaced occasionally as I lived alone. I merely existed in bank. But that doesn’t mean, I was bad at work. I was quite efficient & but just did what was expected from me. Not more. Its not that I didn’t enjoy my life. I watched films, read books, tried meditation, ate good food. Yet something in me was missing. Life was insipid, tasteless and I merely existed. One fine day, something snapped. I just called it quits. Entire world dissuaded me not to, considering my age. Many of friends & colleagues felt iam crazy, total failure and some just avoided me all together.  I didn’t have any job, or plan. For an year I just travelled, prepared for govt jobs etc. one fine day , I got landed in particular line of work in Govt services. It was stroke of luck & total grace. All my life I day dreamed this line of work. I used to watch those action films, read voraciously on these topics, dreamed in nights. Voila!, Now it has become reality.

 

Amsterdam. Pc: Rashmi

     As I joined the job, I realized I was the oldest guy in my batch. But I realized, I absorbed the subject like sponge and craved for more. i realized that huge heavy black cloud of regret & frustration lifted magically. In job , I felt light & energetic. I could feel energy pulsuating through. Even insignificant act appeared wonderful, if not sacred. It might appear mundane to world. But every moment became cause of joy & celebration. Results never mattered somehow as I was thoroughly enjoying the process of getting the job done. My heart became full to brim, smiles more from soul, enthusiasm naturally radiated. Somehow others felt it too. Though I was always with same face with no modification by any make up, now world felt I was attractive. This was surprise to me as well.  I was learning from all other unrelated jobs & tried to inculcate in my line of work with wonderful results. I enjoyed world to extent, many qualities like jealousy , cribbing, anger, stress, need for appreciation, desire for name/fame/awards/rewards etc dropped naturally and desire to learn &, contribute more increased phenomenally. I almost stopped reading fiction books or watching films. When life& reality  itself has become more exciting then why watch virtual make believe entertainments . Life went zen like mode.

Vizag. PC: Mallik 

     I realized If you are passionate about your work, you can do the same amount of job in fraction of time. Its not how long you sit to work but how good you feel doing it. Working for 10 hours at office and carrying load mentally back home is definitely miserable way to live. When more than half of your life is spent at work place, it better be great place to be.


   
When you take up job that is close to your heart, its natural that you try to learn as much as you can from all quarters. More we know about our trade, more clarity on work field. More clarity leads to better decision making based on clear vision than guess work . All this end in generating more confidence in yourself. There may or may not be chances of earning more money or name or fame. But its definite that there is more calm and contentment in life.

Auroville, pondicherry 

     While I say this, it doesn’t mean that things don’t go wrong. At any given point of time no human has all information to make perfect decision. Things can go wrong. Blunders and utter failures may rise. It could be painful but need not be suffering. Failing might lead to new lessons, detours and redirection of our path. More experience to arsenal of thinking. Its better fail in cause of our liking than fail in jobs based on borrowed dreams. Of course at times, things didn’t work and I had to face ire of seniors. But I never felt the hurt or embarrassment . I knew my efforts were undoubtedly 100% and took their scolding as course correction or lessons for future (at times I even jotted down) & felt I grew more wiser now. Now I began to love myself & respect myself knowing I will go to grave with no regrets.


     Doing the job you are fond of is akin to floating while smelling sweet scent as against doing job which you have no desire is like dragging halfdead soul-less body by hooks painfully punctured into your skin. Quite often due to lack of enthusiasm in job gives rise to sheer wastage of huge amounts of energy putting enormous strain on physical and mental system. They are the ones who are always cranky and screaming kinds. Somewhere deep inside they are hurt and bitter. Either with life or themselves. I was there , but grace pulled me out. Perhaps I was persistent day dreamer and universe was kind to help me out. For this gift, I bow thee.

 

 

 

Sunday, April 28, 2019

Marriage Memoirs

                   I dont remember when i might have written it, Perhaps before year 2000. or did i even write it? All though style of sarcasm has my signature writing style all over. i happen to find it while i was browsing my old mails to kill time on lazy sunday. i dont even think now i have same sense of humour in me now. whatever...enjoy madi

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Well ., Mayan calendar was right and so were all those soothsayers from depths of history who foresaw the End of World by 2012. The signs are clear and too big to miss .  Scandals, war, terrorism, natural disasters,  falling water tables, rising crime ,corruption,cyclones etc etc and latest entry to this list of natural and manmade disaster is MY MARRIAGE.

Yeah, you read it right.Its my personal Armageddon, judgement day., customized End of (my happy)days has begin. Count down to carnage has started.My horoscope  became infested with all negative alignment of stars and planets thus threatening my Single hood lovely bachelorhood.


I thought Parental love is purest of all and is unconditional just like my eternal love for literature, nature, dosas and all those lovely things in life. But with my natural super sharp intuitive Sherlock holmes brains , I have discovered an international plot in active cooperation with CIA,MI6 and our own RAW that my own parents have made contract with dark forces from Hogwarts to end my bachelorhood status permanently

I never imagined even in my wildest nightmares that my freedom and bachelorhood would be chained by institution of marriage. Yes , marriage is an institution. Its mental institution worst than Arkham  where happy men are sacrificed mercilessly like goats(reminds me French revolution guillotine ). Happy Married Man is an Oxymoron. I pointed out Abdul kalam, Atal behari Vajpayee, hitler etc examples of great men because of their single status but my parents came up with examples of Einstein, napoleon, ramanajum and many more to counter my losing argument.(google certainly made yester year generations lot smarter n informative)

I guess Matrimony should be included in UN list of terrorist acts. I really wonder whats the  big difference between Military and Matrimony. In military you die once and become martyr but in matrimony , you just lead miserable death on daily basis. With black malicious gossip like me being a Gamophobic or Gay did help me in swinging the decision . moreover truth to be told, what choice have I got. With a small prayer I resigned to fate and braced to face inevitable.

This blog/letter is not an invitation to  any of you folks(esp to those who are dancing with glee and delirious happiness at sudden downfall of my luck). This is mere proof of my eccentric sign of insanity, cowardice and suicidal tendencies I suffer from and this is appeal for help In form of suggestion of good psychiatrist doctor or Plan B to my monostrous matrimony. Iam not inviting you or your families. Eternally influenced by all spy novels I read, I refuse to divulge the location of wedding as well. Its top of line top secret.

But /however/phir be/paranthu for all those who loved to hate me.,who are curious, anthropologist-sociologists (who wants to study evolution of bachelor man)etc who wants to witness my slaughter of this poor sacrificial man, they can come at their own risk. This ancient ritual is strictly for adults who are above 20, who have strong heart, as the event can be marred with ghastly incidents, marked with blood,gory and objectionable uncensored violence which could lead to retching,vomiting,trauma, and disturbed sleep for rest of lives.




I tell you in advance, as per highly placed sources in Indian and foreign intelligence , reports are that there would be no banquet at carnage scene. Hence visitors are advised to bring their own food, doctors and attorneys and ambulances.

Prequel: Mission Impossible :Matrimony Adventures

 I was ready for ultimate reality show ever Not televised on TV but nevertheless played by every unlucky man .

Match making

Match making exercise is no less dangerous than any military adventure. It requires lots of planning, strategizing ,motivation and dedication to come out alive out of this battle of wits and nerves.
I burnt midnight oil, burned candle at both ends getting ready for next day . it could be anything. Fate can make it Carnage or Garbage. Either way its only me who gets killed.
I studied all military strategies of samudragupta,Napoleon biography, chanakyas arthsashtra, General Pattons WW-2 war plan, veerappan and prabhakaran of LTTE, osama bin ladens minds..As back up plan to Plan A, I applied licence to pen pistol that james bond uses and muti barrel heavy machine gun used by Arnold Schwarzenegger in Predator film.
Being born paranoid, I even had back up plan for already backed up plan. ie Plan C to back Plan B which already backs up Plan A.(oh my my back is already paining)…
Any ways Ambulances, para military commandos, para emergency services from National Disaster Managemnt will be on stand by along with my attorney and insurers.

Its not attacks from behind that iam afraid but frontal attack I fear..

Ok..curtains are raised. Trumpets blare welcoming me.here I go..
After pre prepared façade of introductions and fake smiles which is as fake as their make up ., we speak face to face.

This is how the our seemingly friendly conversation went:

Me: Namaste
She: hiya
Me(hmm..to counter her English I )
Me: can I ask u few questions
She: ofcourse
Me: Can u cook Dosas?...atleast 25 varities of dosas that can rival local udupi hotels sweaty chef?..do you know where dosas are born?...ever thought to make gastro- piligrimage to such places??..are u aware that “journey to mens heart is through his tummy” and importantly cheating not allowed and Google strictly not allowed.
…there was strict silence from everyone. My dad and mom looked otherside and distanced themselves from my rapid fire questionnaire.
She : before I answer ur questions, iwould like to ask you some questions
Me: ofcourse..i was smart even before I was born.
She: are you nuts?...how many terms have u spent in mental asylum….
Well after this..my parents never walked in those streets again.

Second was more challenging

Even before I could utter anything she shot questions like an AK47.

She : iam mega cosmopolitan and social. I have many friends . more men then women she spoke cryptically.
Me: no problem I dragged with confidence. You can freak out day in day out as long as you make sure that my break fast (25 varities of Dosa) is cooked along with snacks between lunch and dinner , not forgetting my laundry, bike washing and shoe polishing..why should I mind your pals…remaining time is all ur own time.
She: iam quite modern. I wear modern dresses. Do you mind?
Me: why would I ..as long as your dad is buying you all those hanky sized dresses and shoes
She: I love candle lit dinners esp on weekends
Me: well ..so do I ..it saves power bills..n what more , you need not apply make up ..n u cant see me if iam really eating ur hand made food or emptying it in dustbin
She: she looked queerly and explained me what candle lit dinners meant in her context..eating out in restaurant ..that too every weekend.
Me: wow ..surely,,,,as long as we go dutch


Well…I need not tell u what  are the results of this as well


Saturday, December 30, 2006

Sound of Silence


SOUND OF SILENCE


There are times when we are timid and shy about expressing the love we feel.For fear of embarrasing the other person or our selves, we hesitate to say the actual words I LOVE YOU .So we try to communicate the idea in other words .We say take care or be good or dont drive too fast ,

But really , these are just other ways of saying I LOVE U .You are important to me .I care what happens to u. I dont want u to get hurt ,We are some times very strange people.The only thing that we should say and the only one thing we dont say ..And yet because the feeling is so real , and the need to say it is so strong , we are driven to use other words and signs to say what we really mean .And many times the meaning never gets communicated at all and the other person is left feeling unloved and unWanted

Therefore we have to listen for love in the words that people are saying to us .,Some times the explict words are necessary ,,but more often the manner of saying things things is even more important .A joyous insult carries more affection and love within the sentiments which are expressedinsincerely .an impulsive hug says i love u even though words might be saying very diffrent
the problem is listening fer love is that we dont always understand the language of love which the other person is using ..A gal may use tears or emotions to say and her boyfriend may not understand her coz he expects her to talk his language

World cannot live without communication and love .we have to listen fer love in those around us .,if we listen intently we will discover that we are a lot more loved that we realise

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