Hello Folks,
Uneasy lies the head under the crown, but I find it damn suffocating . Some changes have taken place. My newspaper colour has changed from white to light brown. Casuals have made way for formals. I bet I studied more in these few months than I did in the past 24 years, I worked more in these two weeks than I did in the two years of my job. Life has suddenly changed lanes and nitro boosters are a common go these days. But I still find time to talk to people I like, chat with besties and have Gol-gappas/pani-puri/fugge (thanks to diversity in India) with them. The whole essence of life lies in breaking the monotonies with some small moves.
People do need to change gears when they drive the vehicle called life. Some like to zoom past and some try to beat the turtles. We have wide variety of them but no one can stick to his/her comfortable speed. The level of adjustment one does with the speed of life can determine one’s type whether one is social, practical, introvert/nerd. The speed of the life in inversely proportional to the social life of a person. But some get beguiled by the notion of speed. They give due importance to finish time rather than enjoying the things on race course. Helping troubled souls, having light moments, playing pranks, innocuous overtaking and sharing food make more sense to me rather than zooming to first and staying alone(both in the journey and at the finish line). I really pity these lone finishers and worshippers of solitary.
By this time, many go-getters’ hands would have come to my collars and many socialites would have felt like a million. I am not telling to opt out of the competitive nature of life but to make the competition healthy at least. I have seen people get drowned by the pressure right at the end of my schooling and I promise you it's painful to see someone’s mother weeping so early. You guys know more than me how deadlines can make us look dead as a duck, how juggling with tasks can take the fizz out of us. Whatever pressure it may be social, economical or personal; Easing it out can only save your life from derail. So people just prick the balloon of pressure and have a little sigh. Chuck some exams, screw up a meeting, overrun some deadlines, miss some trains, give your boss his attitude back, take a random break from office. I tell you just freak out guys and sometimes with gals to make the voyage more salubrious and enjoyable. Three magical words for you: Digress, Explore and Rejoin.
Anyways guys, Barbie resurfaced from nowhere. I was hopeful though. Some times Almighty only knows why He wants some things to happen but I enjoy the story of my Scriptwriter. So what’s next? I can very well smell the naughtiness in the air. So guys, come this Holi and time to speak your hearts if you missed out on Vday. (Saviour line after failed attempts: “Bura na mano: Holi Hai!!”)
Yours truly,
Life Unplugger.
Friday, February 26, 2010
Tuesday, February 9, 2010
Life Unplugged – 5
I know it has been long, but life can make an idle look hectic sometimes and that’s what has happened to me over the past few weeks. Joys and sorrows blended equally well and the juice of life tasted really good this time. Persistence paid well though hard work was unanswered. Friends do make integral part of one's life. One must be having a host of friends, but these MBA jargons have compelled me to think whether all friends fall under same category.
Okay(Barbie says like this), I could hear a unison “No” from all of you. I have some ramifications about them too. Some friends can be Operational friends: Where you both try to get the max of other one’s skills. Once the job’s done both turn to their individual dens. It is as good as a joint venture. They do smile when they meet up but the smile lasts only till they cross. Some friends are a function of time. They do give regular visits when you are king/queen of good times and lurk nowhere in your visibility when life gets hazy. These successes are the real test of a human being. If one can’t differentiate the goldies (the besties) from these chameleons you are screwing up big time. Goldies are the ones who see your priorities above theirs. Some may call them fools but I just admire these ones because they have taught me a lot.
The underlying fact I have observed is besties turn up only when you are in a pickle. They leave you enjoy white threads of life with these chameleons but monitor your well being like a hawk. Some more in the category are the Financers(landlords). They do take vantage of their moolah and always try to get artificial set of friends around them and thus make a bigger fool of themselves than they are. Anyways these superficials(Baratis) have a good time at the financers’ expense but they do maintain some loyalty towards the landlords. Some friends use you like a sheer product. These are none other than Mar-ke-teers who can beat a dead horse out of you. These folks hardly meet you but give your references or cite your examples during all possible events. This can be a double edged sword which can work well if the person really understands your good work(doesn’t matter how the bad one is reported). The real managerial skills lies in how you handle these species of the friends except the goldies. Because they are the ones who are the important pillars of your life and it is would be insane to play with them.
Life can be really bi***y at times. Why do the people you love the most always have the highest probability of leaving your life? Why good time don’t last much and bad time has a bigger pie? How does it feel when you try to forget things but couldn’t? Memories mutate and attack your mind like clouds in a monsoon attack a defenceless sky. Sharing dosas at Udipi resto, fighting for bills, late night gossiping or just walking down the isle hand in hand; How small and big the memories may be, they do make indelible marks on your mind. I too got nostalgic when I met my oldies and goldies friends during a recent visit.
But I am a follower of “Jo bhi hota acche k liye hota hai”. Every damn thing in this life happens for a reason. These small things are nuggets of life which play some part or the other and are somehow linked. The masters of the life are the ones who identify these nuances, connect the links and capture the bigger play of life. Sometimes these nuances are trying to help you when go wrong or are signalling the things which are going to happen to you in your life. Life gives you enough clues and makes difficulty level easy when the game of life gets tough. So at which level are you playing folks?
My train is lurking in the outskirts of Delhi now. Cya and take care guys because I know, guys will take care of gals. :)
Okay(Barbie says like this), I could hear a unison “No” from all of you. I have some ramifications about them too. Some friends can be Operational friends: Where you both try to get the max of other one’s skills. Once the job’s done both turn to their individual dens. It is as good as a joint venture. They do smile when they meet up but the smile lasts only till they cross. Some friends are a function of time. They do give regular visits when you are king/queen of good times and lurk nowhere in your visibility when life gets hazy. These successes are the real test of a human being. If one can’t differentiate the goldies (the besties) from these chameleons you are screwing up big time. Goldies are the ones who see your priorities above theirs. Some may call them fools but I just admire these ones because they have taught me a lot.
The underlying fact I have observed is besties turn up only when you are in a pickle. They leave you enjoy white threads of life with these chameleons but monitor your well being like a hawk. Some more in the category are the Financers(landlords). They do take vantage of their moolah and always try to get artificial set of friends around them and thus make a bigger fool of themselves than they are. Anyways these superficials(Baratis) have a good time at the financers’ expense but they do maintain some loyalty towards the landlords. Some friends use you like a sheer product. These are none other than Mar-ke-teers who can beat a dead horse out of you. These folks hardly meet you but give your references or cite your examples during all possible events. This can be a double edged sword which can work well if the person really understands your good work(doesn’t matter how the bad one is reported). The real managerial skills lies in how you handle these species of the friends except the goldies. Because they are the ones who are the important pillars of your life and it is would be insane to play with them.
Life can be really bi***y at times. Why do the people you love the most always have the highest probability of leaving your life? Why good time don’t last much and bad time has a bigger pie? How does it feel when you try to forget things but couldn’t? Memories mutate and attack your mind like clouds in a monsoon attack a defenceless sky. Sharing dosas at Udipi resto, fighting for bills, late night gossiping or just walking down the isle hand in hand; How small and big the memories may be, they do make indelible marks on your mind. I too got nostalgic when I met my oldies and goldies friends during a recent visit.
But I am a follower of “Jo bhi hota acche k liye hota hai”. Every damn thing in this life happens for a reason. These small things are nuggets of life which play some part or the other and are somehow linked. The masters of the life are the ones who identify these nuances, connect the links and capture the bigger play of life. Sometimes these nuances are trying to help you when go wrong or are signalling the things which are going to happen to you in your life. Life gives you enough clues and makes difficulty level easy when the game of life gets tough. So at which level are you playing folks?
My train is lurking in the outskirts of Delhi now. Cya and take care guys because I know, guys will take care of gals. :)
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