Turtle and the Sea

Once upon a time there was a turtle, when he was born at some sea side at  the time when there was a storm going on in the sea; at that time the turtle felt scared of the storm and sea and decided never to go in to the sea to avoid the storm altogether, over next few days and weeks all his friends bid their good bye, went into the sea and started doing things turtles are supposed to and this guy alone choosing to staying  behind

Seasons changed and the time passed and somehow the turtle survived living off the shore. After some time when the mating season came other turtles started visiting the shore again he met again some of his friends. He told them (proudly) that he felt very secure here, the food is in plenty at the shore and he is the star attraction of the people visiting the shore.

One of his old mate and his best buddy kept on hearing patiently and after some time asked him  - I understand you are healthy and happy here, people love you a lot but is that what you really want? Are you really NOT going to enjoy your life due to one storm?

Yes off course storms will come, but they also will pass away as well, Yes there are fishes in the sea which can eat us up, but there are also the most beautiful things in the sea which can NOT even dream to see in your life. You can always remain at the shore being scared but remember it is NOT  up to others to find the meaning of your life from the events happening around but it is only up to you on how you see or perceive them, the devil and the saint are only inside you; it is okay to be scared but it is a SIN to live a life in a shell being scared or something, instead of overcoming the fear and enjoying the god given opportunity… remember it is only up to you on making the choice between “to die daily with fear” or “having one life time in its full beauty, glory and valor"

~lokesh v. (L)

A Superhero within (From My geekier side)

We all live in a realistic world; but our hopes and dreams are often found on some elusive space where imagination wins over reality and wanders in the zone where everything and everyone revolves around us – we become the center of the Universe and the precipice of existence of this wonderland is driven by our existence. We become a superhero there, are blessed with the various powers, make huge sacrifices, saving the world, get loved by all, bear power to destroy or save anything….

I often ask myself, what do want to be – just a regular Jon Doe like a Person next door or someone yearns to be blessed with some superpowers?

Well as a first instinct the answer is pretty simple – I mean who would not want to have some uber cool power to show off with…. Ha ha ha… but what about the price of the same (There are no free lunches in life). Am I willing to pay the price for it… Even Superman has to move away from the his love to follow his moral high grounds…. Beside the price part there is also another an interesting aspect of the same – Power, Will I be able to stay humble and sensible with the overdose of such a strong dose of power.. I mean – to decide to let someone survive or not survive is a pretty big deal, Am I mature to own and carry that kind of responsibility… Probably NO!!

Super hero – huh, it is a weird word, what does it mean actually, who is a super hero, has any one seen it a real life, well since our kiddy days have been reading about them, the new generations dare not miss any movies made on them…. But do they really exist…..? Probably YES, Probably NO, or may be they exist but we not looking for them the right eyes..

Changing the viewpoint:-

If we look the right way we will probably find a super hero in all of us , to take a few examples (keeping personality in dark) – a person working 80 hrs a week and still managing a time for some charity work, someone who is blasted by his boss in the office still carrying a smiling face to his family, a single mother working multiple jobs and still finding time to cooks kid’s fav dish; if they are not a superhero then who is…

I guess what I’m trying to say / feeling is a one can accomplish almost any task if the intent and commitment are there, there will be times for sure but when back will be pushed against the wall really hard and what is differentiates a regular Jon Doe from a Superman is probably how they rise from the pit instead of staying there with dejection in their minds and un-satisfaction in their souls.

Summing it up, I may not a be superhero right now but on the way of becoming one for sure.. ;)

Cheers

~lokesh v. (XLVII)

Street light and Dream

There is not much difference between a street light and a dream, during the darkest hours of night both appear to be standing of their own in air, defying laws of nature – neither bowing to gravity and falling to ground nor flying deep in the sky - out of sight; they just remain their – standstill - giving hope; but both lose their sheen and identity with the first strike of day light.

~lokesh v (XLIV)

Monsoon, Drive, Bangalore and Re-Discovering Life

I think this is as good time as any to accept that I was a lot crankier since the Sunday morning, now don’t ask me the reason – I do not know myself but my suspect it is not getting something which I was expecting this weekend, but not sure…. Any ways moving on, since last two days I was a loose cannon all over place throwing back stinking, acidic bombs of words even on a slight  piece of contempt or disagreement; honest I was not my usual self (I’m may not be a great guy but not that much stinky either…)

Something happened today evening, which helped me in a lot of ways – not a miracle of any kind but was a small event coupled with weather and environment which helped me in being myself again, so here is the my account of the evening…

It was somewhere between 5:30 and 6:00 in evening when I decided to call it a day, wanted to leave a bit early today (the day appears a bit longer when you are feeling cranky isn’t it?). When I came out of the office building was pleasantly surprised that it had just started raining; though it made my task a bit tricky in getting to the parking area as it was a brisk walk of 5 – 7 minutes from the building to the parking bay and I had left my umbrella in the car itself in the morning. Waited there for a sometime to get hold on company umbrella and moved to the parking, raining was not brisk at this time – it was more like a when a girl is flirting with her love, coming near and then holding back again, acting all playful in her own feisty way. Soon after I cranked up the car on the NICE road it started pouring down. The only word to describe it is “mesmerizing”…..

The wind, the drive and the falling rain drops making the knuckling sound took my mind in a new zone. I felt as if rain and the city were the long lost lovers who have met after a long time and they are kissing and hugging each other passionately, rain showering its affection on the city and city embracing it with an immense urge (an urge to be loved). It made is all serene despite all the noise and the tricky driving conditions and over the next 10 mins I felt like my mind is being cleansed by the pouring drops from all the sorrows, frustrations, crankiness, negative energies.

Once I reached at the apartment complex another thing happened…

I parked my car just after entering the complex to buy something from the neighbouring shop. I saw a very old man walking with the help of a stick, holding hands of his granddaughter (she was around 5 years old) trying to stop the cars getting inside the complex with little success, I was not able to stop myself and kept on looking for a minute or two and then noticed that the elderly gentleman was in-fact blind and it was his granddaughter who was trying to stop the vehicles to help her Dadu in getting to the home safely. I have seen all different sorts of emotions in my life but I can honestly say I have not seen an emotion as pure as it was in the eyes of that young kid… Her Dadu was trying to save her but was not able to contribute much as it was still raining and partially due to his physical limitation. I walked up to them and offered them lift in my car to drop them to their respective block, They graciously accepted and during the short drive the elderly gentleman told me his granddaughter had a drawing class just opposite to the complex and he comes with her the everyday which he has not missed for last few months; since the rain came suddenly they are not sure if they can get home due to his limitation and he was worried sick for his granddaughter as well; he son has still not reached home and struck in the traffic and can NOT pick them up.

I stopped my car in the underground parking, next to lift of the tower they lived, took him to the lift while holding his hand and left the place once the lift came and moved upwards….

While moving my car to my parking area I realized how beautiful the moment was – it was not the weather or the rain which made it beautiful; instead it was the love, care and worry in the eyes of both for each other which made the moment special.

Once I reached home, Maa was there with a smiling face and I felt clean – clean from the negative vibes, all the crankiness the lingering headache which was following me for the last few days like a well-trained professional spy. I felt light in the heart, full of life and in love with monsoon and Bangalore all over again…

~lokesh v.(XXXIX)