We carry a world with us!!

Who you are, I will be. Whosoever I am, you already are.

We are a mix and match of our circumstances and our surroundings. An assorted platter of nuggets from people around us, with garnishing of our childhood lying beautifully over the fine plate. Coming across people in our day to day lives, we pick a few characteristics of each one of them- which may happen knowingly or unknowingly. It’s isn’t always a controlled action & reaction- until we’re self-aware to choose what we may like to have for ourselves. 

Every single day is an evolution in the life cycle of any human being. With every conversation we have, we become a little more intelligent and knowledgable than we were in the previous instant. Each day we’re an iota better than the previous day. 

Not only we need to surround ourselves with people who we admire- to gain from their company, to learn things we admire them for. It is commonly said that were a clear reflection of the five people we spend our time with. We need to evaluate which are the five people we want to look like- in terms of habits, character and outlook. In case we realise we need to change ourselves- we also need to change our company for an effective transformation. 

Apart from identification of the right mix of people, We also need to be grateful to each of those around us- for they make us what we would be tomorrow. Gratitude would bring abundance and thus grant us more. 

A lot to learn and heaps to be thankful for, 

A

What am I looking for? 

A requirement or a compulsion

I’m reading a book today (which is rare considering my concentration as well as patience levels). Just like everyone else, I have a mobile, a smartphone- rather an over smart phone. Keeping the discussion about my phone for some other day, We would rather talk about my reactions rather in this post. With no social networking apps except Quora and Watsapp installed on my phone per se, it is mostly a congestion free screen that exists on the oversmart phone. 

It’s a Sunday evening and I’m in the train, travelling back home from a 3-day trip. Nobody’s calling, there are no watsapp pings, no messages and absolutely nothing which pops up on my screen except a shopping website telling me what the user would love and what the user would not want to miss upon every now and then. There’s another music app which wants the user to bounce on the latest music playlist they’ve curated for me. 
I press the centre button, open Watsapp and there are no messages. Disappointment, even though everyone was clear with no pings on the screen. I can feel disappointed, despite knowing there’s not going to be any Djinn discovery. I open the browser and refresh the Facebook timeline, no notifications there. Next comes Quora and after going through a few answers on the latest newsfeed, I press the power button to switch off my screen and go back to my book. And this process is repeated, again, and again, after every 10-15 minutes. The entire activity takes a good over 5 minutes, every single time effectively- 20 mins every hour. 

There’s nobody who’s call is expected, there’s no one waiting for me beyond reasons, there’s no pressing need that requires my immediate attention. And I still feel the anxiety of not having a notification, not even a single notification. Is mobile an addiction or is it out of a compulsion I’m doing this? With being as clueless about what I’m looking for in my mobile phone or probably my life, there’s, for sure, something that is being searched and nobody knows what it is and/or where it is? For sure, it is adding up to the anxiety levels and is totally unhealthy. 

Trying to breakthrough the monotony of mobile, 

A. 

If we were clear as water!!

When the Mind is unclear of the next step to be taken, sit back and take a deep breath. You cannot change life in a second.

We grow up believing that education makes us capable; professional education goes a bit further to make us capable of earning money too. However, It takes people a long time to understand that education actually helps us to achieve clarity of thought. An illiterate person might not be able to make informed decisions which the literate ones are supposed to master upon like the back of their hands. It is rightly expected from us to be well-versed with the complications of any opportunity that we lay our hands upon. Not just that, we must also be able to guide others who fall in the trap of weighing options. 

And one day, like the fellow human beings- we have doubts, questions, unclear expressions. We feel alienated thinking it is happening only with us. I’m probably the only one, in my entire circle of people I’ve ever known, who’s unclear about life. What should be my next step, what move to make, who can be my confidante, who can I take help from, who to confide in, what career path to follow, who is the right person to be my partner and other plethora of questions which may haunt us. These are all valid questions and they might not always have straight to-the-point answers. 

It is ok to be confused and lack clear vision. Do you think Narendra Modi government was clear on 8th Nov. when they banned the currency? Did they think through all the nuances which would come through with this step? Did they know of all the complications that a common man would face? For those of you think the answer is yes; would it be possible for you to explain the daily changing rules that came every next day? Take a deep breath and comfort yourself with the fact that the government that runs the country of 1.33 billion people was confused. The government has a panel of experts, economists, law makers, and access to who’s-who of the world. 

It is absolutely normal for you and me to be confused. Alanis Morissette rightly said: ” We’re taught to be ashamed of confusion, anger, fear and sadness, and to me they’re of equal value to happiness, excitement and inspiration”. It is OK to be trying to find the path because it is only when we are lost that we look for a new light. What can be helpful is that we make a move, we take a step, we steer ahead and not let the clouds of confusion engulf upon us, ever. That we let the things holding us back go and we take a small baby step to figure out our answers. 

“Eventually all things fall into place. Until then, laugh at the confusion, live for the moments, and know EVERYTHING HAPPENS FOR A REASON.”

— Albert Schweitzer

एक लम्हा या फिर एक अरसा 

अंतर जीवन के एक लम्हे का दूसरे लम्हे से- अंतराल एक लम्हे से ज़्यादा का

ज़िन्दगी दौड़ती एक पटरी पर सालों से 

बदल गयी चाल उसकी जब एक लम्हे में

जादू ने बदल दिए चेहरे और उनके नक़ाब 

कोयले से हुए हीरे और मिट्टी से रकाब

एक लम्हा जो था यहाँ वो रहा ना आस पास 

जीती जाती ज़िन्दगी और अब रही ना बाकि एक सांस

एक लम्हा था सूरज आसमान में चढ़ता हुआ 

और उधर चाँद पूर्णिमा की और बढ़ता हुआ 

एक लम्हा ज़िन्दगी खुशियों को परवान हुई 

वहीँ आँगन में किलकारियाँ वीरान हुई

एक लम्हा जो एकटक देख रहे थे उसकी ओर 

वही आँखें खोज रही भरी दुनिया में अपना छोर 

एक लम्हा था सपने छू रहे थे आसमानों के शिखर 

टूटा हौंसला तो रेत के आशियाँ गए मिट्टी में बिखर 

ना था एक लम्हा जो था दुनिया बदल देने वाला 

सफर था यह लंबा, था लंबा उसका क़ाफ़िला 

The Punjabipana- Art and culture of being a Punjabi

I’m proud of being a Punjabi as much as I’m proud of being my own self.

  • We’re a Happy lot- there need not be reasons. We like to be Happy. We love jokes- mostly on us and those around us.
  • We love to laugh- smile is too sober. We laugh heartily, with sound effects and all the muscles/bones- starting from our face to our ribs to our tummy- every part is involved.
  • We love food- our food, your food, any food. Ours is still the favourite. We think about food every morning and it goes that way, till the time we sleep. We sometimes may even dream about food and get up craving for it. We can travel places for the love of food and walk miles to grab on our favourite; we’re extremely touchy/ emotional We about food.
  • We’re a warm lot- all the world for us is our own. We make everyone feel at home when they’re with us. It’s a part of our nature.
  • We’re super cool- our parents are cooler, our grandparents are the coolest. All our friends love our grandparents. Beeji, jhayiji, waddema (grandma) is the favourite.
  • We respect everyone- Ji after haan/ na is a compulsory. Even after the names that we address. Gupta Ji, Sharma ji. That’s our way of extending respect to everyone. If someone says Haan/ Nahi without a Ji, that’s disrespectful and offensive.
  • We’re loud- we talk loud. I still don’t know how to talk softly on a phone that the other person in the room doesn’t figure it out. Just won’t happen.
  • We love colours- loud colours are OK. Subtle colours may be considered bland or colourless.
  • We love everyone that is not subtle- in food, we love spices. In colours, we love bright.
  • We’re carefree- we don’t make worrying a daily necessity. Sanu ki (how does it matter to us) is the question and that’s how we have the capability of ending any chapter.
  • We love to enjoy life- we understand it’s a small life and not going to last forever. We don’t make a fuss out of small things,
  • We pray for each one who exists when we say Sarbhat da bhala (wish for good for every living soul).
  • We are sorted- for any set of problems that disturb us; the simple solution is “Saanu ki“- how does it matter to us?

Taken from: https://www.quora.com/Why-are-Punjabis-so-proud-of-being-Punjabi/answer/Ana-Aggarwal?srid=26Yv&share=639099e8

Keep Rocking the world, 

A

When Love knocked the doors!!

Krit and Ananya never thought how life would span out to be!! But that’s life- unpredictable, yet happening right in front of our lives.

Krit and Ananya were inseparable. Despite growing up in different households, they never really missed each other. All they had to do was to put their head out of the balcony, and there was their partner in crime. Not just their houses shared the wall, they shared their lives both literally and figuratively. Their teachers called them out as Krit-Ananya, their friends had to search for either one and even their college bus had to wait for just one of the two. The “jodi-daar” would automatically be tagging along. Ananya was good at Mathematics, Krit would be helping with science; Ananya would teach him tenses and vocabulary: Krit would figure out the acronyms for History chapters. Theirs was a friendship that nobody had ever witnessed.

Ananya’s mom, Sarika didn’t really appreciate this togetherness. May be it was her gut feeling or her concern for her young daughter that made her do so. Time and again, she would ask Ananya to develop a hobby or anything that was not a part of Krit-Ananya saga. She had enrolled Ananya in a painting class, during her 5th standard. When Ananya would hold the brush, she could make the canvas talk. Krit hated the sight of canvas and the colors and messed-up rooms. The only reason Ananya hated painting was because she couldn’t be with Krit while painting. And thus, Ananya’s interest was limited to completing drawing and SUPW files for both Krit-Ananya. 

College wasn’t meant to last forever: and it ended one day. Krit had already decided to go for a training to Mumbai and Ananya’s parents decided that she would train under a friend of Ananya’s dad. Their training woukd start on 1st of August and go on for 5 months. The mere thought of seeing Krit next year was traumatic for Ananya. She had no clue how to live without Krit for a single day and there he was, leaving for 1-5-3 days. She added the days, subtracted, made imaginary calculations so that she could linger on some hope of meeting him sooner. It was 27th of July that Krit left for Mumbai with teary-eyed Ananya catching attention of almost everyone present at the railway station. She wailed, gasped for breath, cried, almost howled while hugging him. Krit had put up a brave face all this while. It was only when the train moved that he jumped up on his bogie and started crying himself. The mere thought of not having this silly stupid girl by his side, pinched him right across his heart. He felt alone: in the middle of some 6-7 people sitting in the compartment- he felt lost. His comfort arm was gaping at the moving train standing at that platform. 

Once in Mumbai, Krit got busy commuting and learning and arranging for his basic necessities. The frequency of Facetime and Skype calls covered up for the 1500 kms of the distance and both of them waited for 1st of January. Krit would be busy during the day and Ananya indulged in painting a card for every day that Krit wasn’t around. She would make a story around the days happenings with both of their caricatures. Stories of their fights, stories of their collective struggle of being without each other, stories of longing for each other. She couldn’t contain her excitement of showing it all to Krit. For it was about them. About being with each other while being without each other. 

And with great difficulty passed these 153 days. Krit boarded the train after ensuring he packed all the gifts he bought for each day that he stayed away from Ananya. In the meanwhile, Ananya had made a book out of those cards. As the train was approaching the platform, their heartbeats paced and ran ahead of the big Ben hanging on the platform. Krit jumped out of the moving train only to run faster and not waste even a single second, being away from her. Ananya couldn’t contain herself and hugged him tight- to never let him go. While Krit wanted to be free of all thoughts when he was with his silly girl, she discovered a way to be with his memories even when he wasn’t around. 

Love was found- when friendship had gone away on a holiday.


Check out this story on Sweek!! https://web.sweek.com/#/story/Bm8CBwkDCwMAAQEKbAEB


Life is fragile!!

Is life a never-ending concept?

We must rather fear life than fearing death. When we go back to any of the Hindu scriptures or documents, all of those mention death as the ultimate reality. Following the course of last few days around me and listening to the discourse arising out of it; I realised life is unpredictable. We plan till infinity only to find that life itself has finite plans. That’s finite is undefined though. 

We must do good, relentlesssly towards ourselves and our fellow human beings. With this uncertainty; it states; do good till you have a chance. You are clueless when suddenly the game will be paused by the The Force. When you’re aggravated or upset or dejected, make yourself understand- this is all temporary and would never last long. Death is going to knock the door one day and wouldn’t even give you a chance to peek or shut the door on the face of it. We, all of us, will have to embrace death, without a second thought. 

A recent incident planted in me another thought that Life is Fragile too. It is so fragile that while we keep it safe and secure most of the time, we aren’t sure if it would break all by itself or any other external force. This force or pressure many a times would be even beyond our control. Life is delicate and not only you must take care of it, but you must look after to protect the lives of those around you. A crack or a bruise which isn’t superficial will break/ shatter it beyond repair. 

The thoughts are scary, yet, can never be learnt from someone else’s experiences. And once you witness this phenomenon, there’s no going back. 

Peace be onto the world,

A.