Embarrass yourself and learn to like it!

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Reading old posts is indeed embarrassing. I am reminded of the overexcited , naive and innocent girl who used to think that the world is so complex yet beautiful. Today, when I read the posts, I am reliving my thought process, before I abandoned this blog.

Should I delete the old posts or should I not? For the time being I think I will keep them. Just to remind myself how I have changed over the years. 

Amruta 

A View From The Top

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Rat Race! Yes that is what it is called...Now a days, every article about busy life in metro cities is incomplete without the mention of the word rat race. We mention it as if it is an inevitable verb, something we cannot do anything about and something we all have surrendered to...

I wake up and till the moment I sleep, my mind constantly keeps on worrying , multi-tasking, sorting, prioratizing and worrying some more. When I complain about this to people, their responses are pretty standard. "This is the reality of life" or " what else do you expect from life in Mumbai" etc. But no one has a solution, or no one can really say they "know" exactly what needs to be done to escape from it. 

And trust me , if you are part of a rat race, no matter how much you try to bring some empty space in your life and some balance, you are always defeated by the fast pace of the race.

Moments like these, make me wonder whether I consciously signed up for such life. 

The answer is yes, I did. But then why is it that the fascination and enigma of a "I am busy because I am important" fades away? Why is it that you realise that the fun of mad rush is fun only untill you do not realise the emptiness in your life?

One question is , what do you do to still keep yourself alive in the rat race. Should you be like a machine or should you try to find creative ways in which you can steal some moments for your self. The answer is never easy., and I bet no one has found the exact answer yet! 

But I think it is still a great achievement if you realise the true state of your life. If you realise that you are part of rat race, a race that will only take you to a finish line but won't let you enjoy the journey, maybe that can begin a new thought process..

Then, maybe someday, you can learn to steal some moments from your life and look at the view from the top....look at the other people rushing through the fast lane...and just simply stare and enjoy the moment.

Amruta.

Life post Blackberry

Ha! So I finally gave up my much loved and treasured blackberry.

It’s been almost 3 whole weeks since I have started using my new Nokia E-5 phone. It’s not basic, but it is not a very advanced phone either. It is fuss free, battery life is efficient and so it’s fits my requirement perfectly. Ever since I bought the phone, I have been thinking about writing about my switch from blackberry. Here it is :

1.    I am completely hand’s free:
Since blackberry is so prompt enough to deliver Emails and BBM’s , you kind of never give your fingers and hands a good rest. I no longer pull out my phone, browse emails (thought I have installed Gmail on my phone, just in case) or I no longer have to worry about ‘what if I miss an important email or bbm?’ . My phone comfortably sits on my desk and troubles me only when an sms or phone call comes.

2.    I have started looking at things around me :
Well, it’s not that I have been an absolute type A kind of an addict of blackberry, but I must admit that lately I used to browse mails and bbm’s even while I was walking , waiting in a queue, inside the lift, while travelling to work. Now I have more time to look at things around me and that’s quite nice.

3.    Have you ever come across someone who is constantly looking at their blackberry while talking or listening to others? Well, now I do not have to be that person.

4.    I am actually finding time to read : With no pressure or access to emails all the time, I am back with my books. Now with a dedicated time to access emails and chat with friends, I think I am more productive.

5.    Social Networking? Now I know why technology and social networking goes hand in hand. Earlier, my ‘friends’  and me on GTalk and BBM used to chat frequently, and I somewhere confused it with ‘friendship’. But after my last message on BBM to ‘friends’ hardly anyone has bothered to keep in touch (minus some lovely real friends) through an email or a simple SMS or phone call. What does it show?

My interpretation is that it just shows that because you are not accessible through a particular gadget like blackberry or platform like BBM , they are no longer interested in taking that extra step. Actually this is an irony of most social networks, and it is about time we (means those who are very active on SN sites) started rethinking about social networking as a medium of communication with ‘friends’.

It’s time to ask ourselves how many birthdays do we remember without Facebook reminding us? How many friend’s phone numbers do we know by heart? How many of us really know what our outer circle of friends are upto, if there is not social networking sites or bbm updates?

I think watching the green light in front of friend’s names on GTalk or seeing their photos on FB or updates on BBM gives us a false idea that we are in touch with them.

But this does not hold true for me.  I think that is the biggest lesson I have learnt in these three weeks.

The fact is , phones are just phones, and social networking or internet on phone is for convenience and emergency, not to keep your friendships or relationships alive.

So that’s my three week update about my life post blackberry.

Would you give up your fancy-social network connected-3G internet enabled phone??

-    Amruta

Breaking Up With Blackberry

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While I am typing this blog post, my blackberry is quietly sleeping inside the pouch. I have switched it off ! Because I do not want her to hear what I have to say “ I am breaking with my blackberry”

It’s been on my mind for a long time and it’s not an overnight decision taken out of boredom.  There are many reasons why I am taking this step. Even though I am quite sure, Harshu (The Husband) is getting irritated with me vocalizing my need to change my phone , I think it’s time to irritate him more and switch over. 

Reason 1 : It’s a time waster.

While I completely understand that gadgets don’t rule you , and you need to keep a tab on how you use them, I don’t think I am disciplined enough to ignore the flickering red light and frequent beeps made by my blackberry. Any time of the day, it is calling out to me, tempting me to read all the emails (including the silly spam messages of winning a billion pound lottery!) I know I can simple chose not to read it or read it when I have time, but to be honest that never happens. I simply cannot do away with the temptation of reading it then and there. 

Reason 2 : Anti-Social Networking

Up until three days ago, I subscribed to ‘complete internet experience’ by having web browsing enabled on my phone. Which meant that I could browse facebook, twitter and use google whenever I wanted. I also used the BBM (Black Berry Messenger) service to keep in touch with ‘friends’ with frequent small chat messages. I realized that though the purpose of social networking is to ‘connect’ with people, very frequently I have had people in my ‘friends list on facebook’ who are no longer fitting into the ‘good friends’ category. On BBM, though I have couple of close friends, I would like to connect with them better than just forwarding jokes and typing silly ‘Hi’ messages! I feel if you want to keep your relationship alive with a friend, isn’t it better to call the friend once in a while, instead of ‘liking’ facebook status or sending a BBM and having a small talk about nothing in particular?

No matter how much you talk to a person over internet, it cannot be compared to a telephonic talk or meeting in person. And blackberry is in reality not bringing me closer to people , but taking the relationship to a new artificial level. 

 Reason 3 : I do not need internet to stay alive.

I am a major internet addict. A day without internet seems empty for me. But I wasn’t like this few years ago. I used to spend limited time on internet and could take out time for my other passions like reading , photography etc. Lately, I have just been a couch potato browsing internet at home and pretending that it’s my hobby. Well you can cultivate hobbies online like blogging , but I haven’t done that much either. So I guess it’s time to cut down on internet and to move from virtual to ‘real’ life.

In any case I have to be online 10 to 5.30 everyday in office and I think that is sufficient enough time to do work online and also take care of personal emailing. 

Reason 4 : Blackberry cannot become your alter ego!

Actually it applies not only to blackberry but also to any other smart phone. We are living in a superficial world where people judge and impress others with their phones and not qualities. If you see a modestly dressed woman or a man walking around with a blackberry or an expensive phone, you immediately think ‘oh he/she must be really important to have a blackberry or a smart phone’. Why should the price of a gadget determine your worth? Why shouldn’t it be the other way round? 

I think to some extent this holds true for me as well. Though I do not judge people based on their phones, I guess when I reply people from my blackberry it gives me a slightly devilish pleasure that I cannot describe in words. And that’s exactly what I want to get away from. 

Phones or any gadgets are for our convenience and it should in no way define who we are. 

Reason 5 : I can deal with a basic phone!

I try to go back to the basic question as to why we need phones in our lives? I need phone basically to call people, to send SMS, to have a calendar and calculator handy . That’s it ! I can check emails on my office or home laptop and that would be sufficient. In any case my work does not involve any urgent situation where I have to be on mails 24 X 7. 

My mom said a very funny thing the other day. And it really made a lot of sense to me. When I told her that I am planning to switch to a basic phone and give up blackberry, she said “ Go ahead! In any case when you call people from your fancy blackberry , it does not mean that you get to hear something magical. Any phone would let you hear human voices and let you send text” 

So I am sure this is a good time to ‘break up with blackberry’ and I hope it’s for good!

-          Amruta

Don’t we all have such moments?

I stand on the edge of right and wrong, wondering what really defines these words. I mean what is right for me can be wrong for you. What is wrong for me can be your right. Who defines these things for me? And if I am the decider then that’s great because I can twist and turn the words the way I want, I can label my deeds as right or wrong as per my convenience, right? After all, who is going to watch me? Who is going to stop me?

With my arrogance, I take a step ahead. I sink into the sin. I come up and float on shallow waters. I fool the world and prove my innocence. The world nods and lets me go. I return to the shore. I am not afraid to look behind, because I know I have won the toughest battle.

As I sit alone, basking in my glory, I realize that while I was busy in fooling the world, I forgot to fool my soul.

My soul which shadows me wherever I go, which feels things even before it strikes my mind.

My soul that defines me. My soul which will carry these scars forever.




- Amruta






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Not just there yet !

wait is about to end...
end is in sight....
I have walked many miles
to see how everything feels 'right'

It's a girl

"It's a girl!" they said,

everyone overjoyed,

They flashed the news

on the front page of the tabloids

her birth was celebrated

she is born with a silver spoon

she must be so beautiful

we want to see her soon

"It's a girl!"they said

their faces dropped instantly,

they prepared to discard her

and made such plans openly

She was found in a roadside bin,

counting her last breath,

her loss wasn't mourned,

and she died a lonely death.

(Aishwarya Rai, the bollywood actress gave birth to a baby girl and it was celebrated like never before. But this is an exception. Usually, in our hypocrite society, birth of a girl is a matter of concern than a joyful occassion. I only wish that each girl is as fortunate as Aishwarya-Abhishek's baby)

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Amruta

Old and New

Colours

Confront your own shadow

Afternoon siesta

Sunset

Playlist

Today,the road from Mumbai to Pune seems different. Not because I am travelling on my own in a bus,unlike other times when I am accompanied by Dear Husband (DH) but only because there is something else that is accompanying me today : songs and lyrics...
I put on my headphones and the first songs that I hear is : musu musu haasi; a song that depicts college time romance,innocent-not-so-complicated love;love that reminds me of my college years (also because it is shot in Fergusson College)..life was much simple then..love meant just 'love' without any hassles and complications and dilemmas..love during that time had yet not become synonymous with having a boyfriend or a girlfriend. The usual practice of 'dating' or 'going around' was not so popular...Falling in love really usued begin with smiles and love letters , and phone calls on the landline phone were the most popular modes of communication....such was the 'Pehla Nasha' of love....I remember ,that even in the absence of gadgets like mobile phones some of would easily remember where their loved one would be.....those days,one had no way of letting the loved one know that she/he would be running late,but yeah no one would mind waiting.In fact,waiting made the hearts even go fonder. A dear friend of mine made her boyfriend wait at the station for almost 3 hours every time..and it is not surprising they are now happily married !
Just as I have crossed Lonavala my mind is wondering how I used to feel empty after listening to the song 'Bheegi Bheegi' from Gangster....
When I heard the song first time, I had completed 3 years of my relationship...things were settling down...each other's moods,habits,thoughts and even weird ways were somewhat familiar....it was a period of change: the era of cellphones had begun with full swing. Some fortunate souls like us had started using cellphones...communication was more frequent so were the unnecessary complications...I saw so many of friends getting in and out of love;breaking up ,patching up,mourning lost relationships,going on a rebound spree,dealing with a difficult and over possessive partner and much more...I guess the 'pal main hasaya pal main rulaya' phase and 'bheegi bheegi si raatein' was something that everyone could relate to...Shaan's 'Tanha Dil' was also round the corner....and we did not know where would these phase in love lead us to...
I have now browsed my playlist and chosen a song that I know,must be a dream song for many: 'Aye Udi Udi' from Saathiya
I remember how that for the first time made me realize that marriage can be the next step for a relationship...I am sure, many girls and boys of my age must have found it as a good movie to relate to...they must have watched it with their loved one,hand in hand, and must have looked at each other with same adulation as vivek and raani had in their eyes....
Hum jo chalne lage,..chalne lage he yeh raaste...
A fairly recent song from Jab We Met takes me back into the world of possibilities...
Possibilities of career,higher education,aspirations and need to make a mark in this world...possibilities of reshaping the relationships, holding on to the loved one even in the time when everything else in life was changing....When the 'Calling of the unknown' was strong and uncharted roads were inviting with open arms...how difficult it was to romance anything else but life!
Separation was sweet during this time...while walking on the separate roads to reach personal roads the words 'tera na hona janne kyu hona hi hai.....tum se hi...'reminded many that life was not only about running in the rat race but also about enjoying finer moments with the loved one....
I am approaching Mumbai now....I need to get back to reality...the 'real' playlist of today reads a full time job,a full time husband,home and family, a tight schedule and deadlines,work pressure and fomality...
But I know , when I hit the real playlist,it reminds of my choices and dreams that have turned my sweetheart into a husband,my career aspirations into a full time job and my life into an enjoyable journey....
Amruta
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Silvassa and the Art of Doing Nothing

In the recent movie Zindagi Na Milegi Dobara, Arjun is very scared to enter the deep blue ocean as he does not know how to swim. Laila , his diving instructor helps him to come over his fear and Arjun manages to dive deep to enjoy the glimpses of underwater wonders. When his friends tease him and ask him what was his learning from the whole diving experience, Arjun says 'just inhale and exhale'....

Arjun's sarcastic yet real words made me think hard about the crazy times we all live in. Our lives are constantly oriented towards 'achievements'. As if every action that we do has to have some concrete outcome. We live our lives bordered by ideas
such as 'one should utilize every living second meaningfully and constructively' in order to be truly successful. This is almost considered as a ground rule for life and if we do not produce an 'output' then the whole act is equated as a waste of time'.

These days, we are all rats in the race. Our time is 'money' and spending time 'doing nothing' is probably considered a modern day sin. But there are also lots of people who believe that ‘ doing nothing’ is also an art.

I got a first hand experience of why 'doing nothing' . Last weekend, I visited Silvassa , a quiet capital town in the Union Territory of Dadara and Nagar Haveli, sandwiched between the states of Maharashtra and Gujrat. It was an unplanned trip by me and my husband H and an escape route from the stressful work and lifestyle.


We left Mumbai on Friday night and unlike other times where we would drive ourselves, we hired a driver. When we drove past Andheri and Goregoan through the jampacked traffic and reached to Dahisar , the official border of Mumbai , I looked back at the city and sighed with relief. I thought the next two hours would be full of fun with me and my husband sitting behind and talking till we reach our destination. But the real fun began when we crossed the Ghodbunder road and the rain gods started their weekend fun.


I had read Silvassa is just 2.5 hours away as it is around 180 k.m. from Mumbai. When we pulled over at near a Cafe , assuming that we had reached close by, people in the Cafe they told us that we are still 150 k.m. away from Silvassa. When we were on the NH 8. , hoping to reach to Silvassa quickly it started raining so heavily that we could hardly see the road before us. The visibility of the road was extremely low and at one point of time, Sunil , our driver barely managed to save our car from falling down from the bridge. To top it all up , we did not have any idea of where exactly we were. Finally, after 2 hours of maddening rains we reached the town of Silvassa and managed to find our resort.


The next morning , we both woke up to the sound of rains. As I got out of bed and stepped in the balcony, I realized that our room was overlooking the Daman Ganga river. Daman Ganga was flowing with full force with its water in shade of dark maroon from the silt and mud it had carried the entire night. Between our room and the river , there was nothing else except a small garden with tall mango and ashoka trees. We spent the next one and half days in our hotel room doing nothing significant. We sat in the balcony and looked at the rain without any purpose. We looked at the dark clouds and smelt the scent of wet trees. We skipped showers and lounged around in our home clothes…We laughed, shared our thoughts and also enjoyed silence together. We had not carried a camera to click photos, there was no rush to finish food in given time, no rush to wake up and go out for sightseeing, no compulsion to dress up, no pressure to make anyone else happy.

Now I realize how essential it is to just 'be' and not do anything for a while. Throw away your 'to do list' , books, music players , camera and cell phones. Just sit and relax. Stare at the sky, rivers, trees, people , ocean.....just do nothing more than inhale and exhale for a while and feel the change !

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Thoda Hai , Thode Ki Jaroorat Hai...

As I hum these lines, I am reminded of the desire that we all have... the desire to wish for a 'little bit more', a 'few extra things' in life. I can recollect that how in our daily lives we tend to feel that just a little bit more will give us more satisfaction. For example, when we order a pizza or a sandwich we particularly ask for 'extra cheese'; Pani Puri or Chaat is always followed by a free Masala Puri; buying vegetables is incomplete if we do not get that extra bit of discount etc. Market around is full of such deals that offer 'more' than the competitor, be it deals on electronic gadgets such as mobile phones, television or even groceries. Remember Shah Rukh Khan's advertisement ? 'Thoda Aur Wish Karo, Dish Karo'? I think in today's competitive world, almost everything except poison has some extra offer attached to it !

This desire present in most of us is not only ignited when we are buying 'things', but also when we are dealing with personal and professional relationships. No matter how much salary hike we receive, somewhere we feel that we deserved more and things could have been better with that extra bit of cash. On personal front, no matter how much a person loves us, we feel that we are entitled to more love and affection.

But has this desire to always wish for more gets us into trouble? Or is it something that aspires us to keep us on our toes, look for better things in life and most importantly stay away from complacency?

Hold on to that thought....and don't scroll down, I have nothing 'more' to offer in this post..

Amruta

Yes we are Superwomen, but where are the 'Supermen'??

Today on Star Plus, they showed a rather beautiful 'Star Plus's Anthem' dedicated to the woman of today....This piece was very beautifully directed...It open's up with a pretty looking woman doing zillions of tasks at home..She is shown as a wife who wakes up next to her husband early in the morning, unties herself from his hand delicately and jumps out of bed to make tiffin for her school going daughter....She is a good 'Bahu' who keeps an eye on her diabetic father in law and stops him from having that extra spoon of sugar in his tea...She then turns into a naughty wife who hands over the towel to her husband who is taking a bath and not to forget the little peck on the cheek after that…She dries saree's with her mother in law on the terrace, gives a flying kiss and warm smile to her office going husband….She is expert in the arts too…She takes up Katthak lessons and moves her feet to perfection!

But don't mistake her for a shy stay at home mom…she steps out of the house- she is a part time teacher to the poor children, she helps to push the Rikshaw of the poor and old rikshawwalla….She doesn't even shy away from mediating in a traffic congestion…..

She is a home maker and a TV anchor….She is finishing up her job while her family decorates the living room for her birthday….But at the last moment her boss begs her to do one more news report and she being the 'perfect' person she is doesn't let him down…..

She comes home late and sees her family asleep on the couch..but she bursts the balloons and wakes them up to celebrate her birthday and to spread that extra bit of joy!

The Star Plus has thoughtfully (!) ended the whole 'anthem' as they call it by showing her standing in the cold on a terrace , looking towards the stars while her husband comes in the frame to drape a shawl over her shoulders….

While the anthem and maybe its description may sound very heartwarming to the viewers/readers….I asked myself…Is this humanly possible for any women to be so perfect? Is it possible to be a perfect wife, mother , daughter and career woman at the same time? Isn't it too much to expect from a human being…

Though I know the 'anthem' is symbolic, I wonder what sort of symbolism are we trying to portray? That today's woman is suppose to be a superwoman, a caretaker of all, a person who juggles work and home with élan and never complains??

My bit of reading on gender issues tells me that ever since women started claiming their space outside home; things became easy and difficult at the same time for them. Stereotypes of 'hard core career woman' had received a negative connotation and being a 'stay at home mom' or a 'home maker' was also looked down upon……At the same time I feel , there is tremendous pressure on women of today to 'have it all' or rather to 'give it all'..She is suppose to be a highly educated, intellectual career women and still she should know how to be a good wife and mother…..A woman who balances both the spheres in today's world is the helm of everything!!

But I often wonder, why is there no pressure on men to be a 'superman'? It is still oaky for a man to be a hard core careerist person who goes to meetings, has stress, travels a lot and earns money…and his efforts to contribute at home like doing cooking, cleaning, grocery shopping and parenting skills are highly overrated…

Men still don't face the pressure of multi-tasking as women do…..Is that why we are being told that we should be good at the 'balancing act'?

I do understand that under any circumstances we have a choice…we have a choice to chose the type of life we want….But at the same time what messages are these tacit 'anthems' trying to give?

I wonder if the Anthem is conceived and directed by a woman or a man!

Hold on to that thought….

Amruta

While you were sleeping.....

While you were sleeping…

I had a hell of a night………

I opened the locked up pages of my life…..

Unknown desires……..unknown ambitions……

I sang those songs which I cannot sing anymore…..

I had a little dance with myself…setting myself loose……

I got lost in the mist…….and played the game of 'finding myself'….

I fancied my wildest dreams……..

I ran away so far away……………….

So far where the night seemed like a day…where strangers were friends…..

Where there was no fear, no maze…..

While you were sleeping…

I had a hell of a night………..

But as the night came to an end……

I came back , in your warm arms…….

To greet you when you wake up…….to kiss you a bright morning…

To begin a day as if the night was false……

But to tell you the truth………I had a hell of a night yesterday…...

- Amruta

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Traffic and two curious eyes

I was travelling from Pune to Mumbai by bus and as usual was caught in the midst of maddening traffic. The slow pace at which the bus was moving was making me anxious and I was already cooking up excuses that I would give at the meeting for being late.I glanced outside the window helplessly,looking at the two wheelers finding their way out from the mess, people crossing road, some jumping out of taxis and choosing to walk to their destination. Pressure in my mind was building up and I cursed myself for not choosing the earlier bus, cursed the traffic and everything around me.

In some time, my anger took form of boredom.I flipped through the magazine I had, sipped water, tried to move away my mind from the situation by listening to music.But my monkey mind wouldn't let me do anything.

It was at that time that I glanced out of the window and saw another bus next to mine. Two curious eyes of caught my attention. It was a small boy sitting on his mother's lap. She was busy talking to someone besides her and the boy was looking out of the window with his big eyes. I wondered if he knows that he is stuck in a traffic jam, his mommy would be late for something or if he has no control over whatever he is stuck at. The inquisitiveness in his eyes touched something in my heart. I thought have I really lost the ability to 'stand and stare' to be curious about the world around me? When you are stuck in a situation which you have no control over, what should you do? Should you let your temper soar high and worry about the consequences or should you take a deep breathe and concentrate on the present moment? Wouldn't it be nice if I control my restlessness and simply glance out of the window at something interesting , something unusual which I would never if I am not stuck in a traffic jam? Like today , out of the million people on the street I observed two curious eyes...

That day I was an hour late for my appointment and funny thing was the person whom I was meeting was late also due to heavy traffic.I am curious to know if she observed something interesting that day....

- Amruta

समांतर

समांतर
म्हणजे 'parallel'....शाळेत असताना गणिताच्या पुस्तकात समांतर रेषांचा धडा होता.

गणित हा तसा माझा नावडता विषय - दहावीचा गणिताचा पेपर दिल्यावर आयुष्यात गणिताकडे पाठ फिरवायची नाही असा मी पण केला होता..पण हा धडा मात्र एकदम लक्षात राहिला..

गणिताच्या बाईंनी फळ्यावर दोन रेषा काढल्या आणि म्हणाल्या 'ह्या आहेत समांतर रेषा, ज्या कधीच एक मेकांना छेदत नाहीत'. Two lines in a plane that do not intersect or meet are called parallel lines.
इतर वेळेस तासाला झोप काढणारी मी एकदम जागी झाले आणि डोक्यात काहीतरी वेगळेच विचार चालू झाले. या रेषा छेदत नाहीत? एकमेकांना कधीच भेटत नाहीत? समोरच्या फळ्यावर माझी नजर खिळलेली होती आणि वाटला, काय होईल जर मी ह्या दोन तोकड्या रेषा वाढवत नेल्या? फाल्याबाहेरून भिंतीवर? भितीवरून सरकत सरकत खिडकीबाहेर....बाहेरच्या झाडावरून पलीकडे दूर डोंगर दिसतोय तिथपर्यंत?तरीही त्या नाही का भेटणार? तास संपल्यावर मला लक्षात आला कि कितीही काही केला तरी हा नियम आहे कि त्या नाही भेटणार एकमेकांना....

आयुष्यातल्या काही नाती पण अशीच समांतर रेशांसारखी होत जातात...काही नात्यांना आपण समांतर होण्या साठी सोडून देतो ...तर काही नाती गुंफायची इच्छा असूनही समांतर होतात......सुरवातीला एकाच बिंदू पासून सुरु झालेली नाती नकळत विरुद्ध दिशांना वळतात...
वेळीच जर काही केल नाही तर ती कधी समांतर झाली हे सुद्धा काळात नाही..असं कुठल्याही नात्यात होऊ शकतं, हो कि नाही?

Room For Regrets

Do I have any regrets in life so far? I asked myself. I couldn't lie...YES my heart shouted out loud. But I know this is not the case with everyone.I have seen numerous chat shows where the host asks the guests if they have any regrets about life, most of the guests confidently respond negatively. Autobiographies of leaders, professionals and achievers reinstate the face that having regrets in life is a sign of weakness, it's a sign of undetermined mind or it is simply not respecting the course your life has taken. I look at such people with awe and curiosity in my eyes. I wonder "are these people really honest, or are they lying?". I don't know- they seem confident that every action , every decision they took in their life was correct even though they failed or faced problems. They show it to the world that they have realized that everything that happened or they did has some 'higher purpose' and 'meaning' attached to it.Even all of their wrongdoings taught them something and hence there is no room for regrets.
But doesn't it sound unreal?
Why is that having regrets is regarded as a sign of weakness so much so that when you honestly admit your regrets it is considered naive and politically incorrect?
Let me admit today , that I DO have regrets : plenty of them !
I love my regrets...I love them totally!
Every single regret of mine, every single afterthought has taught me more about myself. I now know what is my thought process, how do I make decisions and what are my pre-conceived notions. Every time I open the chapter of regrets in my life I can reflect back on my mistakes.Realizing my regrets has helped me to make a mental note of things that I should be careful about in present and future.
No matter what we say to the world, there are certain things that haunt us when we reflect back on our good and bad times...
There is definitely a special room for regrets in our lives- but its tucked away in the far end of our heart, it's path visible only to ourselves.