The more experience I gain, the stronger becomes my conviction that life is nothing but a comedy, and people who take it seriously are missing the whole point.
1. Because they think happiness is measurable by possessions.
2. Because death scares them.
3. Because they keep fulfilling someone else’s dreams.
4. Because they have forgotten their childhood dreams.
5. Because they have buried their passion.
6. Because they take life as mere competition.
7. Because they are purposelessly racing for money.
8. Because they think ego can be satisfied.
9. Because they think happiness costs money.
10. Because they think only miracles bring happiness.
offers a choice,
to choose smile
or collect tears,
a choice we make
for every breath we take,
seldom realising our reasons
for making a choice;
for gathering negatives
in the well of life
replete with hope;
conscious must we be
for every negative thought
can bury us
and a positive thought
is a ray of light
in the darkest caverns;
let us be free
and make one choice,
the choice to be happy…
P.S. – started reading The Power by Rhonda Byrne today…the poem above is inspired by this.
if I ever could live that way
if I ever could have he possess
if I ever could build a home
plush with gardens and materials, excess…
if it never happened to me
if things had felt another way
if I was not a victim in guise
if every night had grown into a day…
if life had no ebbs but tides
if I was a Captain of my sails
if I was a man and not my possessions
if I could dare, not sit and quail…
A hundred days I can say
In hundred ways I can say
if I was you, if life weren’t blue
if I wasn’t an imposter, night and day…
I come from India. And it doesn’t make a difference. I could have been from any country or continent altogether. India is a land of pilgrims, as like many other countries. India’s history is replete with plundering, and it has embraced plunderers and pilgrims alike. After spending two decades on earth, I have begun into thinking whether knowing, rather cramming too much is any good for an individual’s growth.
It was in the year 1996 when I had put on my school uniform for the first time. I wonder how easily children are lured into securing a job since the day they are born, irrespective of the financial status of their family. What I feel is that this kind of intellect isn’t creating a conducive environment for a child’s mental growth. There is no logical stance on it. The its-better-because-its-there-since-ages theory would collapse the moment a child starts to question Why. Since decades we are creating chaos in the name of education.
It broke my heart when I had come to realise, in my graduation years, that the history, geography and economy of my country are as important as the physics and chemistry of quantum particles. The schooling system is like a giant mixer, churning out a child’s cognitive faculty! The simple act of letting a child figure out what is good and what is bad will be more helpful. Parent should be like a guide and not a martinet.
I will take here the liberty to pen down certain observations I have made. Moreover, I would like to make it clear that I find my observations least governed by the nature of place where I had them.
1. The existing system of education is killing a person’s individuality. Someone is a good singer, maybe a dancer or an orator. And each is equally great as the boy/girl with spects. But the prevailing pedagogical system considers otherwise, making it mandatory to learn physics, chemistry and mathematics while sidekicking subjects of arts and humanities.
2. The modus operandi of a school has direct and overwhelming influence on the way of thinking of parents. Let’s take a skeletal analogy. If A gives B and B gives C where C is the desirable outcome, then B’s dependency on A becomes a crucial aspect. The faultiness in A may not ensure C. ‘A’ is our education system right now.
As Sugata Mitra once quoted and I paraphrase him here:
Our education system has become a giant Bureaucratic Machine, that produces identical persons for the purpose of performing identical tasks.
The individuality of a person has no place where such a system exists.
Ever felt like your life is losing its pace? Or experiencing the moments of happiness seems a distant thing??
To paraphrase Carl Jung, man’s life is a constant fight with impending boredom. And this boredom is a universal fluid, trying to lure every bit of the living. It is like a parasite feasting on us. But it isn’t unconquerable.
Here are 5 ways as to how one can revitalise himself:-
1. Recollect memories from the childhood or adulthood days. Talk to your parents about them. Ask your parents or the elderly about how there lives were. This is a way in which you’ll feel more connected to this world.
2. Pen down your life’s incidents, quaint experiences, witty sayings you’ve heard. Life isn’t only about filling one’s vault. Life is deceptive. It forces you into thinking that you are a dull creature. Penning down your life will make you more concrete and open doors to a higher level of consciousness.
3. Read a fantasy book. It is an escapist strategy but a necessary one. We over think on our problems that we seldom throw a glance over the intangible, i.e. the ideas having the potency to liberate us. Wise words of Gandalf the Grey are more helpful than the rantings of a crooked politician on television.
4. Start doing something artistic, like learning a musical instrument, painting, drawing. It acts like a vent for your suppressed thoughts. You won’t turn a virtuoso overnight, and in fact this isn’t the motive. Artistry has great healing power. Become your own healer.
5. Talk to an old friend, a distant relative. Or if time and indolence permits, plan an excursion to some place serene. Feeling a connectedness to the nature itself will calm your senses and lessen anxiety.
Life in itself is not a 5-step recipe. Life is to dare and reach beyond your own limits.
Have a good day! 🙂