I dream, rise up and then again my energies start draining down by dawn. 24 hours of a day can seem so short & at times pretty long. There is this big fear of failure within each one us and we all try very hard not to fail at the very first attempt but as human we err always. Well!it is meant to be that way isn’t Life all about “trials & errors”.
Dreaming big is such an easy job. Aspiring and being ambitious is rather easier. A goal without a hard work continues to remain a dream. I guess almost 70% of us aspire to do some passionate stuff in our life which may not be a “highly paid” 9 to 12 Job but like some things we LOVE to do. Again we generally fail to carry on with our dreams with a fear, self doubt holds us back. Trust me it’s even easier to preach but sharing makes the impatient mind calm, composed and back to level head.
May be the self doubt & Pusillanimity was getting over me and then a fresh air of self belief & happiness snuck in making me realize the fact that Hard work pays for sure & even if we are disgruntled sad hopeless lost or just directionless LIFE has so much to offer. But if one’s passion is to serve the million lot then such restricted thought of self glorification and self happiness should never cross ways and discourage you. Bigger dreams demand bigger sacrifices.
Comfort & Peace!
Chance favors the prepared mind.
This video post comes from HIRA NABI
(Hira Nabi is a visual artist in Pakistan.)
It has lately been so difficult to blog indeed reading & writing has been so out of box that even I am unable to digest it.
My traveling has really kept me occupied lately, thought to blog about my tour I guess sometime soon.
Bloggyworld I truly miss you!
c ya soon very soon!!
To begin with like any other kid I was brought up in an environment where certain set of preconceived notions like Religion, Their God-Our God, Community, Social convictions, Marriage, Motherhood etc were gently enveloped in my growing years via Home, family, relatives, school, college, workplace without giving any space to reasoning perhaps.
Of course, thanks to the gorged in mannerism,culture,etiquette,values imbibed which I guess, I have rather stopped evolving after my mom-dad stopped parenting me, might be giving way to the growth of my own set of notions/beliefs/understanding which are still in an infant stage and eager to develop through experiences and knowledge/education.
और अचानक आज इतने सालों बाद लगा की निष्कर्ष निकलना चाहिए की ऐसे कौन से लोग है जिनके विचारों ने , वाय्तित्वा ने, उनके जीवनी ने काफ़ी हद तक मुझे प्रभावित किया है।
Three personalities I admire, aspire and kind of idolize are
1. VISHNUGUPT CHANAKYA.
2. KRISHNA (also proclaimed as a God in Hinduism).
3. SHAHEED BHAGAT SINGH.
My intention here is to pen down” my point of view” and my personal bias towards them otherwise Google is there to serve your queries and explore them in-depth.
- VISHNUGUPT CHANAKYA.
I literally love this man the kind of character he is sly, opportunist, sharp, convincing, adventurous that every time I read about him it’s like getting a new angle to your thoughts over again. His artfully subtle ideas and crafty implementation of his insidious plans appeals me the most.I get a glimpse of him in everyone but no one .People are out rightly so mean today but aren’t so correct in placing themselves.Politics has its genesis in some negative ideals too क्योकि राजनीती और सत्ता में तटस्थ समानता है।It is a struggle of power and the incumbent is to be replaced sooner or later we call it democracy in a civilized nation and a coup in a lesser civilized one’s.The vision of Chanakya of अखंड भारत which any ruler of his times never even thought of besides strengthening their own anarchy or monarchy is the most appealing thing for me.Though the very basis of his anger and enragement was towards the injustice his family faced particularly his father for unearthing the kind of anarchy prevailing in the kingdom of Nanda dynasty but in disguise history was paving way for an extraordinary Statesman.The way he played with the strength and weaknesses of persons and organizations and turning them favorable for his ambition was exceptional.Truth is circumstantial because it can have a million view except certain sets of Universal truth.Nothing is categorically very right or absolutely wrong if intentions are clear for a greater good it should pave way for collateral damage.I still feel to read about him over again and getting a new perspective all the time.
Sorry , not to be offensive at all but Krishna for me is just an other interesting mythological character.
He certainly seems to be a very popular God(so-called) in Hinduism, a versatile reincarnation. The very obvious image of Krishna in my mind imprinted was the face of Mr. Nitesh Bhardwaaj, it was only when I grew up and television was taken over by many other satellite channels I could differentiate that ok so he is k=just a personified character. An interesting fact to add-on is recently I watched this very hilarious bollywood movie “OH MY GOD” where a very new profile of Krishna was pictured [suit boot mein aaya kanhaiya meri band bajaane ko(funny man!)]. He as a character is one who so soulfully manipulates things turning them favorable to the available best resources.The author has cleverly crafted to credit him with the good and the bad, veiling it indeed under the acts of (proclaimed) divine God. Though I am still to explore him profoundly but certain basic angles of Krishna are fascinating.His female bonding..having lot many wives and two mothers (Biological ,Devki & the other being a foster ,Yashoda).The stories of his affair with Radha and the devotion of Meera giving a complete new outlook to Love/Lust. His skillful /deceitful ways to make things fall accurately. He reinstates my view on survival of the fittest where ideologies,truth, outlook,dogmas are rather situational. His role in the epic Mahabharta and his teachings to Arjun at the war is the Gita. It is indeed wiser to take a wider view on life including the end to be possibly justified to a greater benefit inbuilt is the collateral damage somehow. Krishna to sum up as Ramdhari singh dinkarji has penned down.
वर्षों तक वन में घूम घूम, बाधा विघ्नों को चूम चूम
दुर्योधन को समझाने को, भीषण विध्वंस बचाने को
भगवान हस्तिनापुर आए, पांडव का संदेशा लाये
तो दे दो केवल पाँच ग्राम, रखो अपनी धरती तमाम
उलटे हरि को बाँधने चला, जो था असाध्य साधने चला
डगमग डगमग दिग्गज डोले, भगवान कुपित हो कर बोले
मुझमे विलीन झनकार सकल, मुझमे लय है संसार सकल
ये देख जगत का आदि सृजन, ये देख महाभारत का रन
मुट्ठी में तीनो काल देख, मेरा स्वरूप विकराल देख
पर जाती मेरी दृष्टि जिधर, हंसने लगती है सृष्टि उधर
यदि मुझे बांधना चाहे मन, पहले तू बाँध अनंत गगन
तो ले अब मैं भी जाता हूँ, अंतिम संकल्प सुनाता हूँ
फन शेषनाग का डोलेगा, विकराल काल मुंह खोलेगा
सौभाग्य मनुज के फूटेंगे, वायस शृगाल सुख लूटेंगे
केवल दो नर न अघाते थे, धृतराष्ट्र विदुर सुख पाते थे
- SHAHEED BHAGAT SINGH
I adore this Man, his courage ,fearlessness, clarity of goal is the most admirable thing in him.His non violent means opposite to the prevalent concept of AHIMSA had been unacceptable to many Gandhian but like many even I feel that the national movement had been an amalgamated effort of all set of principles at various times and degrees though predominantly it was Gandhian. Bhagat Singh had something divine an iconic hero.His sphere of knowledge and vision was immensely impressive.
“Every tiny molecule of Ash is in motion with my heat I am such a Lunatic that I am free even in Jail “- Jail Note Book of Shahid Bhagat Singh (1929).
It is amazing that a young boy of his age with quite a an affluent background could have opted out for an easier and comfortable life but then that is what impresses me and many of us that where did they guy develop so much of courage and optimism.Well! I have not read about him as much to write a biography but he is a my personal favorite for the reasons of having such revolutionary vision and approach in such a short span of life.I mean imagine a guy of 23 yrs old sacrificing his life for the nation..it is wonderful/overwhelming.Whenever I am quite cynical and my thoughts sullen in conflicting opinions, I read his biography written by Jitendranath Sanyal and bounce back to realistic ideas a certain degree of enthusiasm pours in keeping me focused to the fact that everything can wait but not hope and hard work.His life is such an inspiring story.
This is one of my favorite lines ” The aim of life is no more to control the mind, but to develop it harmoniously; not to achieve salvation here after, but to make the best use of it here below; and not to realize truth, beauty and good only in contemplation, but also in the actual experience of daily life; social progress depends not upon the ennoblement of the few but on the enrichment of democracy; universal brotherhood can be achieved only when there is an equality of opportunity – of opportunity in the social, political and individual life”
Categorically at this point it is difficult for me to confess if it is a state of self-denial or self motivation. Anyways I guess towards the end of this blog hopefully I can help myself accepting the Fact and so can you.
To begin, every Saturday I wake up boosting myself to fight back the warmth of this cozy blanket and come out victorious to start yet another day. The beautiful morning , awaits with all the dirty utensils in the dish washer of the previous night, bringing me back to the honest reality of leading a nuclear family in a foreign country without any family members(my mom in particular) and any help from my husband of course.
Diverting a bit from my topic but the very word “husband” entices the dormant volcano of feminism inside me, adding to the established facts about the strange characteristics of this creature called “husband” who can be so punctual for office,responsible for every project going on, coordinated/organised for every next meeting, protective husband/father,dutiful citizen and then getting back home something strange dwells in their body,mind and soul and then you realize is this the same house which you cleaned up morning…finally rearranging the house..placing the shoes(of course the stinky socks) rightly,put the towel back in the bathroom,the computer in the study table,The tea mug in the dinning…etc n etc….for the whole day and probably night.
Controlling my emotions and the unaccounted prejudices of being a woman and of course a cliché for every other man and switching my this blog towards feminism for or against ….I revert to my topic.
So like every other saturday,on this day too I wake up with great enthusiasm and confidence better say overconfidence I take my weight and Yes it did reduce 2 pounds from the last week..!!!!Yeah!!!Yahoo!! Suddenly a sense of victory and arrogance hovers around and I am drenched into this moment of triumph. Here comes into picture my Motivation to do more and at last My great sacrifices of eating less and a regular gym has paid me off.
Suddenly I recall the lines of a health magazine,which I religiously go through online every month even if i don’t follow any of the instructions completely, stating you should always reward yourself when you lose a pound of weight and here i am losing 2 pounds man..Party to banti hai!!!
So the plan of rewarding myself begins from a delicious lunch at an Indian restaurant,having a buffet with my fav.paneer chilli, fried rice, masala dosa, palak pakora, raita, salad….and of course my fav sweet dish…Fruit custard,rice kheer and just 1 gulab jamun. And gym it is also rewarding the walker and that annoying ab machine.
My husband like an innocent accomplice dares not to intervene my sabbatical plan of rewarding myself or else an anticipated ire. Dear Sunday is also spent browsing my fav. online khana khazana and cooking all sorts of rich delicious dishes.Finally sunday gives me an immense satisfaction without even a tinge of regret or bleakness that what I have done is a sheer nonsense.
So this day is a monday ..I’m again over this weight machine and Alas! am back to point zero ….and the state of self-denial, anger and regret covers my face and a gloomy day begins….promising myself once again that I will run an extra km, eat boiled food for a week , play tennis, swim and what not. Not even the “thekwa” I made last week and the chocolate mousse could shake up my determination and then my phone rings..Oh! its mom!!
There I am over the phone and the packet of Cheetos automatically tweaked into my fingures chatting (gossiping) with mama about each and every topic ranging from new recipes, the height of my dog, politics, my aunts..relatives…and there lies the basket full of orange and the apple cunningly smiling !!!
So my struggle and long fought battle begins and ends every monday to saturday….Alas! my self-denial and my motivation…mutually existing and my weight is static for last few months…..ending my desperate attempt of losing weight since time immemorial is/will go..sometimes I win the race and sometimes my fatty acids.
But I guess I can make it to be healthy and not as a fashion paranoid (my woman friends know how horribly fashionable I am)..
But the best part though I have been this plum, fatsoo kid all through my childhood,teenage,adolescent and guess an adult too…I do have all those tickling/irritating memories to cherish ..my nicknames to be the first n d best one “bhaisi”.
No one can ever understand a woman..know why because she entangles herself so beautifully woven in love,lust,desire,anxiety,apathy,dream,authority,vengeance and at the same time showing every bit of undesirability.Consoling herself lifelong and explaining herself every other day that she has done/is doing/will do certain set of acts veiled for the betterment of others be it family, friends, relatives..bla..bla n bla!
But ultimately lands up in a deep regret and dissatisfaction not because of anyone else but for her own ignorance and arrogance.
The major problem with every other woman is we love being judgemental and self explanatory assuming the other half to understand the swirls of emotions running in and around.At the end i confess we are all so moody,impulsive,self centered and attention seeker.
I feel Motherhood is the only phase where the woman’s selfless emotions take a front seat keeping all her ignorance aside.She comes out beautifully where the power of procreation,giving birth,creating a life out of herself gives her an immense sense of pleasure,strength,victory..the only ब्रह्मास्त्र where she feels the world is at her feet and hence the flawless,selfless ,unconditional love to further her own self through the child.
Not debating on the issue of womanhood for/against my only intention is to share certain basic aspects of being a woman what till date i have had and the innumerable women i have encountered in every relation almost symmetrical be it mom, sis, cousins, BFF, colleague,my landlady, a politician or a bureaucrat…Each of them in me n i in them!
I finally land up concluding mite be it is because of all this untold expressions we can either be very strong or meek for the outer world black or white in terms of personal or professional life.
But when one involves in her making ….
Making her a part of his life knowingly/unknowingly..she gives him a reflection of every other woman in varied relations in his life affirming his basic assumption based of his experiences that Yes she is strong, confused,impulsive but so beautifully herself that you(man) wants to fall in love with her again and again and be dependent on her.
I guess this is the beauty of coexistence the where man and woman are incomplete with each other..be it Adam or eve/Manu or Satarupa.
Amazing mutuality between both of us.
So enjoy the woman in your life..carrying shopping bags,helping her choose the colour of a nail polish,nagging mom to get married, annoying GF to quit your soccer match so on and so forth!!!
However residing in USA for the last few months my point of view got a further thrust where i happened to encounter some basics facts corroborating my earlier opinion.
With due respect to all set of hospitality & opportunities offered to us (the 3rd world citizens) I still feel the great divide created between the 1st & 3rd world countries the developed lot did play a great role aggravating the already omnipresent problem.
I still am uncomfortable to accept that is it the parameters set by these countries the sole criteria to categorize if one is developed or not?
Of course minus the economics and what the world bank, ADB or WTO has to say through there accurate arithmetic.
Well!!not being a blind communist or a socialist against capitalism because i know with each discovery and advancement in all kinds of school of thought the human race did benefit but what i feel is in the larger picture we are still excelling ourselves as cogs in a machine.
I still feel mobile phones are just there to make a better communication between people but look at consumerism we all are running behind all these high and phones.
And then here in USA cars (not less than a bmw, accord, civic, merc etc.), Internet, lifestyle in terms of branded clothes ,food is a necessity alas!luxuries back in India.
They definitely need all this but way back home we are still surviving with food,cloth and shelter.
I opined and feel that at some level in all our lives this consumerism has to take a backseat for equal fellow Indians or else we will never be able to grow as a whole.a family, a community.
Such a beautiful and realistic views of Gandhi’s development Theory if you happen to read it there will be an inner self asking you to follow even a bit of it .
Lead an average life satisfied with own resources swaraj, sarvagyan, improving ethics and sanctity in means as well as ends.He so rightly said the world has enough for every one’s need but not greed.
Limiting our greed and setting priorities and inculcating some basic good habits/values will in itself solve a hell lot of issues within us.
All the best I am trying a bit of myself so can you,help me,yourself and a sustainable generations to come.