Life Unplugged - 7

Hello Folks,

It’s happy spring from the Unplugger. I know it has been long but it’s worth the wait. Life was playing the game of see-saw and I was deep into the ocean of dilemmas. Conundrums are good for life but I almost got suffocated in them. Bruised and razed, somehow, I arose out of them, the past weekend. Now you must be wondering why am I beating around the bush. It was magical and it was none other than Barbie.

Every human has carved a specific life for himself but hardly one’s plans fall in place as designed. After breathing oxygen for two dozens years, rarely I have seen the perfect engineer of life. Different weights are set for different elements like success, leisure, love, family and solitude. The variations in the above ingredients results into different recipes of life. Even though one attains the desired combination at some junction in life, the quest for perfection drives people more. This in turn takes the value curve of life for a down-ride. People forget emotions, values and principles and materialism takes its ugly form.

I have seen many friends, relatives and even the Barbie run after perfections or the best fits. The craving for the best is like swimming in whirlpool which takes you deeper and deeper and people lose control over desires. The ladder of desires starts from Lux moves to Dove and then to Dior and it never stops. But four brothers sharing Lifebuoy for bath at village’s lake: Priceless.

What I exactly mean is you miss the beauty of life when you run after perfections. The real charm of the bi**h called life is turning imperfections into the magical ones, turning Bihar into Gujarat, turning Dharavi into clean labour centres, turning yokels into gentlemen, instead of running after the perfections or best available resources. I bet most of you like underdogs metamorphosing into heroes than heroes becoming heroes. But why don’t we carry the same philosophy in the real life. Why we try to stay away from the imperfections like beggars, disabled or the crooked ones.

The real spirit of a person is seen in how s/he deals with these imperfections. I have two friends and they showed how obtuse humans can be. One just tipped the flanking poor child and other stopped had a word with the child and made the lil champ comfortable with life. Very few people have this egalitarian eye which sees people as people. These are the ones who can screen your souls like anything. They just sieve the materialism from the humanism and gives rise to new kind of mankind. I wish if every one of us treats the every other with the same eye.

The day when the amount of satisfaction one gets in helping others super cedes the satisfaction derived from self-help, my job is done. I can foresee people hurling questions on the practicality of the above “Gyan”. Well life is not about living it king size but the right size.(as it goes with the inner wears :P) I hope my reasoning sounds well. Life is not walking past the finish line alone but about setting the right tone and always be in the fun zone.

Some one said “Try your luck now”. And I did. To say the least, it was enamouring, charming, and really touching. I fought over petty issues, twisted one’s hand, visited women’s section more than I did in my lifetime, hurled stones at bunch of dogs at 12 am and even woofed with the bunch till I got the commute. Sometimes people go “crazy” and but the word is reflecting in life again and again and I wonder is this the magic which Barbie creates?

Guys and their gals lemme chao for now as I accede to the internship program.

The more you miss it the stronger it becomes......

Happy Unplugging :)