Reverberation...

After being in Marriage for almost seven years, it is really tough to live alone even for a while. The emotional dependence deepens with time and when all a a sudden you have to be alone for sometime, life changes it's color to pale. Everything seems distasteful and you feel like doing nothing. The free time   makes you restless and you try to figure out ways to beat this negativity. You do things you haven't planned for to keep yourself engaged and in this pursuit, you sometimes come across stuff that teaches you life lessons. 

Anyways, I will continue with the lesson learnt and not blabber about what taught me this.( However, it's not something from outer space, everyone knows it already...just doesn't realize)

In today's context, all of us are heavily overburdened with loads of things, be it personal or professional. What little time we have is wasted in commuting and managing smooth functioning of utility services that we need. All of this has a purpose. Either it is a professional aspiration that drives us or simply it is to makes ends meet. In this pursuit, we keep on postponing things, responsibilities, desires etc to a later time when the time will be right.

And this "right time" just never comes. 

There is nothing like right time. It's just a perspective which might differ for different people 

Sometime you would feel that the time is right but other stockholders will feel it's not. Some other time it will be the other way round. 

But, the time will never be right.

But does it mean we give up on all our responsibilities, our desires?

No.

In this pursuit, we forget to realise that life is a journey, not a destination.

It will never be like it is the place I set out for and now I am here...I am done, now let's start doing things I postponed. 

No.

When you will be at some place that you set out for, you will want to be somewhere else.

This is how we are.

So, what has to be done is now... together with all the shit that you are dealing with.

This is the best time because this is the time that you have. It will never come back and by the time you realise that the time has gone, you will be 80 years old waiting for God to get you to heaven.

So, Buckle up and start living in the moment!

मुसाफिर

सूरज जब ढलता होगा,

दिल उसका भी पिघलता होगा,

याद उसे भी आती होगी,

 आंखें उसकी भी भर आती होगी,

अब तो पंछी भी लौट गए, घर उसे भी जाना है,

पर जीवन एक संघर्ष है, उसे चलते ही जाना है।

~शलभ मालिक

Love you to the moon & back❤️

So yesterday, facebook  showed up a photograph featuring me and my wife. The photograph was

taken on the day of our one month anniversary. For a long time now, I have been struggling with writing anything even One liners & captions, but, this time, a caption struck me right when I saw

the pic & I instantly shared it captioning 'cheers to the time when we were younger, slimmer & had more hair'.

As I look back today, it seems like yesterday the pic was clicked.

It seems-like eternity we have known each other. We have changed, we have matured, we are no longer slim, young, energetic like we used to be years ago. But the good part is that we have grown up together. And as time has passed, we have become happier, loving each other more with each

passing day we do not say 'I love you" as many times as we used to, but we now mean at each passing moment by our actions & feelings.

The level of bonding has increased leaps & bounds overtime. And now, the birth of our son, has not divided our love for each other but has multiplied it.

I wish to re-write this post 50 years later with this feeling of love increased by a factor of 50.

P.S.— my writing has lost sheen...it is wayward.

P.S. - Time flies, love remains. It’s like wine, older the better.

Reverberating thoughts 💭

"Lying in the bed, doing nothing."

That's what I have been upto for the last few days. My broken leg has kept me on the bed trapped in the four walls of the room.
Sometimes, I complain out of plain frustation about this. Other times, I feel blessed to have had this wreakage.
Life these days is full of energy drainers around us. On normal days, work sucks out most of the juice, a part goes in managing the in-house issues and the rest is drained on instagram, facebook, whatsapp etc.
In July, 2018 I shifted to Bilaspur and was pretty excited about the idea of working for the best institute of my organization. But things didn't work out as i expected and i am faced with a hell lot of problems since then.
All this hasn't allowed me to sit and think as to what is amiss.
These few days spent lying down sans a thing to do have got me thinking of the things that I should take up to restore positivity in my life.
I now have a bucketlist, with mostly old and some new tasks to it, to complete after the plaster is gone.
Most importantly, I am back to the old habit of making lists.
As a child, I have watched my father making lists for even the most trivial tasks.
I always questioned this process as I felt that he is so into accomplishing the list that his life is somewhere lost.
He would simply say that you will understand with time.
Today, I realize that he is right.
With too many things taking place in our life after we grow up, it becomes impossible to deliver on all commitments. After something goes haywire, we ignore it, it loses priority and it slips out of our mind.
Having a list is good to remember stuff till we finish it and it is ticked off.
Now, with every task ticked off, the sense of accomplishment fills the air and we feel more confident. (today's lifestyle brings a sense of despair out of no reason)
But, at this point I would again enthuse that the list should not just be about works to be done, but also, the things that matter for the sake of family, hobby, self development, betterment of the society etc.
That way, a balance would be struck between work and self-development because it is not only about being an achiever, but also about being what you are meant to be.

P. S. - 1."Light 10 candles in your life, but make it a point to light one in somebody else's life."

2."Dream and let dream."

अर्थ अनर्थ

भटक गया है ऐ राही तू, जाने क्या सब ढूँढ रहा है,

करने क्या आया था रहबर, व्यर्थ में अर्थ अब ढूँढ रहा है,

यह संसार मृत्युशैया है, तेरा सब ठग जायेगा,

क्या लेके तू आया ही था, क्या ही लेके जायेगा,

रेल यात्रा सा है जीवन, कई पड़ाव लाता हैं,

हर पड़ाव पर कोई यात्री, आपनी मंजिल पता हैं,

कोई किसी का यार नहीं, सब रह-गुज़र के नाते हैं,

तेरा मकसद कुछ और है, ये तो बस भटकाते हैं,

बचपन सच्चा दोस्त है, मकसद साफ़ दिखता है,

वक़्त का पहिया फिर हमसे, यह बचपन ही ले जाता है,

फिर जीवन मंच के प्रपंच में, जीवन का मकसद खो जाता है,

व्यर्थ की बातों में ही, जीवन अनर्थ हो जाता है|

P.S.- Written in the fond memory of my grandfather, inspirational writer, poet, Late Shri Rampujan Malik. Yesterday was his death anniversary. I don’t usually write in hindi because I feel belittled by his artworks, but today I attempted it as a dedication to him. Miss you Baba!!

दुनिया में कितना गम है, मेरा गम कितना कम हैl

They say, you write when you are sad…

They are right.

My left leg thumb was hurt and it was then that I realized how important this part of body which I thought was redundant, is.  Maybe, we must thank God for the little things he does for us. But life has its own ways to teach us.

This is not the first time I have come across something like this in my life.

I remember, how I used to be the key of my department in Singrauli? And today, when I am no one, I realize how I didn’t cherish the good times by simply not being thankful enough to God.

Being more thankful to God was my plan till yesterday.

Today, I woke up to a very bad news. One of my friends from Singrauli died in an accident. He is survived by his two very-very young children and his wife. They saw him dying.

He used to live across the street. Every day, when I used to go to office, we would cross paths and he would say that both of us share the same biological clock. They were a small happy family, complete in all aspects. He was posted in the HQ previously and had come on a request transfer because his paternal house was close from Singrauli. Two years on and he is farthest he could have ever been.

They say everything happens for good.  

But what is good about this?

I am shocked and confused at the same time.

“Man proposes, God disposes” is a very famous proverb which I have always imagined in negative light.

We always justify the actions and reactions of God with sayings, proverbs, stories. But it simply is how we lull kids to sleep when they are restless.

Not everything that happens is justified. I till date have justified the happenings and mis-happenings in my life by the though, “तुम जो अपने लिए सोचते हो, उससे अच्छा भगवान तुम्हारे लिए सोचता हैl”

But I think, I am wrong. This can’t be true for the lost friend of mine.

Possibly, it is also not true for a few things happening with me and my family.

And so, for today, I have God in the witness box. I need him to justify a few things, answer a few questions.

PS- I trust you more with each passing day…but sometimes, you are wrong, absolutely wrong.

Festival Called Life...

A day after Diwali, I was pondering how I spent my day on the occasion?

 I was wondering how indefatigable I was, how I was running around to fetch sweets, Pooja Samagri and other stuff not even being aware of weariness. I bought myself a new set of clothes, chose them from the store shelf trying so many and then finalising one. In the evening my mother, I and my wife joyfully laid down Rangolis and decorated the Poojan Sthal. Then, during the Shubh Mahurat, we offered prayers to the Goddess Laxmi and Lord Ganesha. We prayed for good health and well being of Family and friends. Then, for the purpose of doing our bit for environment, we went with celebrating Cracker free Diwali. Post this, we had sweets and Poori Bhaji for dinner and went to sleep. This marked the end of festivities of the biggest festival called Diwali.

On the next morning, I woke up feeling depressed, sucked up by the illness called life, and unwillingly dragged myself into the chores.

How ironical it is?

On both the days, the same sunrise marked the start of the day, my wife was ailing on both the days, my father was struck in election duty on both the days, my mother's knees didn't bend on both the days, I was struggling to find my niche in the new office, I was trying to fit in the new city. I had the same set of problems, damn.

Then what was different?

 The attitude...the approach towards life...

A few days back, I got an opportunity to listen to a motivational speaker who spoke of how positivity in life is important.

He said that when you think of your past, 90 percent of the memories that you recall belong to the things that didn’t go well and make you sad. And when you think of future, most of the time you are intimidated by the fears of the unknown. But, there is neither fear nor sorrows in the present moment. 

So the trick is to "shut the future, cut the past and live in the present."

What this does is that it makes your approach positive towards life. You are not mournful of the mis-happenings in the past and there is not an element of anxiety about the future in your present and this does the magic.

Living in the present is like singing in the bathroom. It does not send chills of performing in front of a million people down your spine, rather results in better confidence levels and ultimately you do better in life. And thus, the no. of regrets for your future comes down.

So, summing it all up, the adage for the new age is "shut the future, cut the past and live in the present."

Let's pledge to celebrate the festival called Life because it is only once.