Fall In Love To Be Successful In Life

Fall In Love To Be Successful In Life
Love is all about being selfish. A lot of disinterested passions are evoked within one when one is in love. It occupies the centre of one’s thoughts for a long time, till another object that evokes a similar or a greater passion takes its place. This is the only negative trait associated with this beautiful emotion, but what is selfish about dedicating your whole life to someone?

Philosophers and thinkers have often rejected a hypothesis that relates the four-lettered emotion with being mean in any manner. It is all about giving all you have to someone and not expecting anything in return. There can never be anything more positive than this in the entire world. When you love someone, you are prepared to give all you have to the other person without expecting an equal or any barter. If you expect something in return, you are not a part of the caravan of love. Love is only about giving, and not about accepting or expecting anything in return.

Love is an emotion that brings out the best in you. It is only your love for someone that propels you to put your best foot forward in all situations of life. This logically means all lovers are bound to succeed in life: they are the ones who should get the most medals and trophies. This is true, but not in all situations. There is always a fear of the unknown where one is not sure about the path that is being trodden on. This does happen when one puts one’s best foot forward: one finds oneself in situations no one has ever been in. Love is the best companion.

Love is certainly a big help here. It certainly helps in overcoming the dissonance that is generated within one by the sheer novelty of situations. It serves not only as a good companion for those looking for success in life by helping them overcome the dissonance generated, but also as a good catalyst in the reaction that applies a balm over those who can’t succeed in life. Love is a good antidote for failure. Those who fail to get what they aim for are certainly not going to get an iota of satisfaction they aimed for, but some amount of love is certainly going to help them overcome the trauma that follows.

 The bandwagon of love is known to remedy a lot of cuts and wounds that everyday life inflicts on us. Successful people also need this balm too, you can be very sure. They need it all the more than those who don’t succeed, they need it to tone down the intensity of the potion of love. Success can be a bitter gourd at times even while it appears to be very sweet to our external taste-buds. All said and done, it can never be dealt with in an offhanded manner.

Anyway, success forms an inherent part of our lives. No one can do without it. Well, success in life often happens to because people fear of fading into a dull colourless and meaningless nothingness. This is what propels many people into making consistent and constant efforts for success, and many such people are propelled towards success aboard the caravan of love. They find themselves making efforts to be successful because their altered state of being is going to be relevant for their adventures with love. Those who lack this beautiful element in their lives often remain where they are for a long time. They can only dream of being successful, while those in love are already successful.

In the normal course of events, love is only one-sided. It is wrong when one expects love to be like a double-edged sword where both the edges are as sharp as they can ever be. In almost all cases, it is only one of the edges that is sharp and smart enough to create wedges through all elements. Though the sword being double-edged is known to be quite amenable to success, yet the phenomenon is not always an essential ingredient of success. The expertise with which a single blade of the sword of love pierces through life is known to be next only to a miracle.

But success is a phenomenon that evades us till it is comfortable to be with us in all its avatars. It chooses its own time to be with us, and till that time, we have to be in a state where one can only wait and watch. It is quite disgusting, but one is left with no choice or options but to wait and it is often quite a long wait. Quite often, the waiting-time extends till infinity.

The platform of success takes quite a long time before it appears on the itinerary in any form. There are always hints and signs of it being on the way, but one can never be sure of it being there. On several occasions, we happen to pass by it on several different occasions without recognizing it. Success keeps changing its form and shapes, it is typically different for all of us. There can never be said to be a single formula of success that suits everyone because everyone of us has different levels of satisfaction. Different people are satisfied by different entities in life, and even for these different people, the standards keep changing over time and space. Love certainly goes  a long way in levelling these and many other differences.

One of the most beautiful  traits of success is its spontaneity. It can as well be waiting for us at the next platform, but at the same time, it can be several junctions off. The very realization is quite disgusting and irritating. This is what makes us always go ahead in life, and this is what keeps life kicking in all of us.

Love has been a part of our paraphernalia ever since, and it is going to be the propeller towards success till we live.

A Matter Of Perception

A Matter Of Perception
I felt so sick in the stifling atmosphere of the room; I felt afraid of withering into a comfortless and colourless meaninglessness, and the most dismal part of it is I can’t do anything about it. There is a bright sun shining outside the walls of the room, I know. Bright sunlight did find itself through a couple of slits in the wall, and yet sunny days were not back. I felt it in my bones. A bit of magic did take place, and yet the rays of the sun were not warm enough to paint the dismal, crude and colourless and inferior imagery I had before me. It is going to be a long time for this to happen. But better days are always around the corner, one never knows.

A hope that our future is better than what has gone by in our lives is the hope that keeps all of us alive and kicking. This is what inspires us to pull in our next breath. The very thought that tomorrow is not going to be brighter than today is what dims the candle of life burning within all of us. The candle is supposed to burn in all hues and colours till the very last flicker it emits. There are a whole lot of musical instruments that resonate an orchestra within our beings creating all sorts of different sounds while this happens. This is exactly what makes us keep up our efforts for a better life. This is the arithmetic of success in the world we live in.

I haven’t been able to understand the logic behind the algebra that makes the world go around its axis. I perceive the world as an antagonistic being. This could be a false perception, but all said and done, I hope things get better in my life now. There has been a lot of turbulence in my life and it has certainly been in a varied form.

There has never been a consistency in any form. The only consistency has been that everything has been upside-down for me. This has raised several contentions within me and I have had to deal with them in the format they have been presented before me. I haven’t been able to change their format in any manner. I do wonder if everyone has to deal with similar contentions in one’s life. I wonder if everyone has to be a part of these contentions. Quite a few of them have been quite easy to deal with, but dealing with a majority of them has been quite trying. Thankfully, none of them have been beyond the potentials I hold to counter them. They have certainly served to extend my potentials to limits I haven’t ever dreamt of.

I wonder if this is merely to test my ability to stretch my potentials or is it simply to enable me to stretch my potentials. I certainly am in a better position as I once was now that several obstacles are a part of my history. I’ve learnt how to deal with these obstacles in a successful manner. Any encounters with similar problems in the future shall be countered effectively. I feel sure my future is to be full of many more problems that are going to be as or more intricate. I hope my experiences in dealing with the incumbent problems does help.

I wonder what happens in the normal course of events. I wonder if in the normal course, one is supposed to stretch one’s arms to touch the edge of a swimming-pool to win a race. I wonder if winning races is as important in the normal course of events. I wonder if swimming in them is as important; being a part of it, swimming between the two ends of a swimming-pool has been a consistent struggle for me, its intensity has made it irrelevant whether I win it or not. I don’t think one is required to stretch one’s arm to do so. The efforts one puts into the adventure of swimming sucks out all one’s energy, and it doesn’t leave one capable of enjoying one’s success, even if one wins.

I strongly feel the edge itself pulls itself nearer to the swimmer in the normal course of events. I envy all such cases where one doesn’t have to stretch one’s arm. On second thoughts, such people who have the edge of the swimming-pool pulled nearer aren’t helped in any manner in the task of swimming while in the pool. For them, the very task presents a huge challenge. Swimming across the pool is an arduous and tough task for a majority of them. Every stroke is fraught with danger and uncertainty. It isn’t a fulfilling and rewarding adventure as perceived by me.

Quite a few have to deal with quite a few aquatic and marine creatures while in the swimming-pool, and each one of them is bent upon tearing them to pieces. They have to deal with quite a few horrors and terrors. I’m sure quite a few of them are prepared to give up all they have if only they could enjoy the carefree life I enjoy.

I am jealous of their life, but I wonder if they are jealous of the life I enjoy. I don’t think the life I enjoy appears to be as good for them. This is probably because I myself don’t look at my life as fun and enjoy it in a manner that would appear good to them. The problem is that there is nothing in my life that is to be shown before the world. My life has not been exactly hidden behind curtains, but there hasn’t been anything to show-off either. All negative points ingrained within me have been hidden behind thick curtains, while I don’t think I have a lot of positive points to show to anyone. Well, this can be a matter of perception.

Her Smile Says It All

Her Smile Says It All

She smiled at me, and it was the beginning of a new chapter in our lives. This was certainly not the first time a feminine face had smiled at me, but this time, I really felt honoured by her smile. Her smile was one I wanted to cherish in my heart as the sweetest one. It signified her being happy, and I really felt honoured on being the cause of her happiness. She looked so good while smiling that I wanted her to keep smiling forever and a day.

If my presence is going to produce a smile on her lips, I wanted to be a part of her life every single day, if only to make sure she was happy and content each single day of her life. Witnessing her smile was as beautiful an experience as what Adam must have felt when he witnessed a sun-rise for the first time. There was a typical virginity in her smile. Her smile was to remain unravished as long as she smiled, and I wanted to preserve it in its pristine form. I wanted to be a part of the occasion when she smiled every single day. I wanted to be a part every dawn of a fresh day in my life. The sun was to rise whenever she smiled, I knew, and the phenomenon was going to be repeated every single day.

We had seen each other on earlier occasions; we studied in the same institution, where practically, no one was a stranger to another, but this was the first time she had given an iota of attention to me. I wonder why her attention kept me on cloud-nine and why I didn’t seem to care about anyone else looking at me.

There were many others in the same institution, and several of them did often look at me with some amount of interest, but I didn’t seem to care about attention from any source  other than the one before me. I really didn’t bother whether anyone else smiled at me or not. All that counted for me was her smile, and it was one of the most beautiful charismas I have ever beheld.

There was a typical charm in her smile when she smiled at me for the first time. There was a typical joy preserved in the novelty of the experience and typically, it was all there every time she looked at me with a smile on her face. Her smile had powers to sink vessels of depression and dismay afloat within me for a long time. I jumped up with joy when I realised there were orgies of joy and happiness floating within me whenever she looked at me. They are certainly heavier than the vessels of depression and dismay they had replaced and they were going to sink in a short while in the ocean of my life.

 I wanted to know more about her. I conducted a comprehensive research on her to deduce all those responsible for the captivating smile on her face. I wanted to be a part of her world where she smiled every now and then. She was unfurled as a celibate in the next few days; this was all I got to know about her. She chose not even to look at me at all earlier occasions, and this was the first time in my life I had been honoured by someone I admired with a look and a smile.

There was a false sense of  freedom between us; its fictive nature made it all the more attractive and mysterious for both of us. Virtually, we were not free except to look at each other, there were unwritten conventions of the society we live in. They are to be followed to the last word. We had to follow all etiquettes without missing out on a single one. All the same, we looked at each other like a man dying of thirst looks at a glass of water. The joy was quite like what a beggar discovers when he sees a Rs 100 note lying on the street.

The shop was certainly a big one, but not big enough to conceal the deluge of emotions that ran through our hearts; quite a bit of it found itself before us in the form of words that none of us could articulate. All the same, the distance separating the two of us wasn’t in any way enough to conceal the sound of our hearts thumping wildly against our chests.

I’m sure her heart too pounded with a loud thud whenever she looked at me, and the sound became louder as we drew nearer to each other. I felt sure the sound of those thuds sent shivers all over her body because I felt the ground reverberating with spasms of pleasure and happiness that went through her while she stood before me. Apparently, the ground wanted to worship her too. I wish I could break free of the conventions that bind me, and prostrate before her: she was better than a goddess of love incarnated in a pristine form before me. I felt she was the one who was going to make all my wishes come true merely by uttering a few words confessing her affection for me.

For a while, I began to wonder if she too harboured an affection similar to what I felt for her. There is no reason for anyone to love me: I'm not the kind who can create an ideal for anyone. I don’t think there are reasons for anyone to like me, but here was someone I wanted to worship like a goddess and wanted the goddess to worship me too. I don’t think I should harbour any such wishes considering a couple of shortcomings that make me different from everyone else.

On second thoughts, not everyone deserves to be worshipped, and yet everyone else deserves to love her. I revised my thoughts. I was going to love her as long as I lived.

Discover A Whole New Word Every Day

Discover A Whole New Word Every Day
Living every new day has been like plunge into my repertoire and discovering a new word for a crossword-puzzle presented before me like a challenge that is to be solved as soon as possible. I don’t know what is the rush to solve it, but somehow, I feel it should have been solved as soon as possible. Despite all this, I know there are many more words to be discovered in the cipher before I can boast of having arrived at a comprehensive solution.

I have a long way to go before I can claim to have completely solved this puzzle, and it is going to take a long time. All words that have been discovered and all those that await a discovery need to be synchronized with the discoveries I have already made. There are a lot of alphabets that are to be aligned with those that are already on the board before a   few final meaningful words can be arrived at. These words remain a mystery to me despite all my efforts to clear the mist before me. I have been trying to solve them for a long time, and I haven’t been able to arrive at a solution for a long time. There seems to be a predestined time before which these words are presented before me in a pristine avatar.

I wish I had an idea of the exact spelling of at least some of these words waiting to be discovered. It would have been a different world for me had these words not been spelt in a vague form. I may not have wasted my time in trying to make out their real meaning if their real meaning had been clear before me at first sight.

The words that are before me now are not spelt very clearly, but I know this is not the case with the words that await a discovery. There is a typical mystery involved in them. The mystery begs to be solved, and its solution promises to be quite exciting.

Looking at all these words before me, I realise some of them have been misspelt, while several are illegible. The importance of discovering the real spelling and meaning of these words has faded into ignominy considering the inordinate delay in their discovery. Over the past few years, I’ve been able to decipher the code several of these words have been written in, but this hasn’t been an easy task for me. Nothing has ever been easy for me, so this is nothing new for me.

There have certainly been some words which have been spelt quite clearly and ledgibly. Considering the theorem that life has never been easy for me, looking at a couple of words spelt clearly along with words that have errors and mistakes has been quite a different experience for me. I had been looking at the world through a couple of prison-bars.

I can look at the world that lies beyond and can even walk through the bars to the world. It has been clear and vivid, but there has been a deep sense of remorse within me while I look through these prison-bars. I have been looking at a destination I can never touch. I can now understand what Emperor Shahjahan felt like when he looked at Queen Mumtaz’s mausoleum through the bars of his prison.

The sense of remorse is to go away, and ultimately, I shall find happiness and satisfaction in looking at these words before me. The monotony of grief and suffering can never last forever; it is to end someday, I know. Some amount of happiness and satisfaction is sure to come my way.  It is going to be like looking at dark and somber colours for a long time, and refreshing one’s vision by looking at a set of bright colours for a while. I wonder if it is going to be more than the happiness and satisfaction I experience when I witness worlds that have sentences made of these words.

When I think of it again, it is going to be easier to shatter prison-bars behind which these words are hidden as compared to opening undiscovered doors to a world that conceal comprehensive sentences behind them. Solitary words are certainly going to be easier to discover than sentences. There is certainly going to be a    sense of novelty associated with the experience, and it is going to last quite some time, but it is certainly going to fade into ignominy one day.

I wonder if it is worth all the trouble it is for me. An entire world of complete sentences lies behind each of these undiscovered doors of life, I know. Their completeness is certainly going to make them good to look at, but I wonder if it is completeness that I want to witness. Had their discovery been as essential, I would have been programmed by The Creator to discover these truths of life hidden behind closed doors. My programming must have included the code required to open all locks to closed doors, but mournfully, this is not the case.  They would not have been behind closed doors in the first instance had their discovery been as essential.

I sometimes wonder if these secret words are written as clearly as they should be to be able to spell out sentences. I’m sure no one can read the complete message at first glance because it is to be made of several such sentences. There are to be several attempts made to discover the real truth before their beauty can be unscrambled and comprehended, and thankfully, there is going to be ample amount of time in which these truths are to be discovered.

On second thoughts, the thought of there being ample time with me has been the real culprit behind my being late in discovering complete sentences. There has never been a time like today for any number of discoveries, and all of them should be made today.

Chronicles Of My Past

Chronicles Of My Past
My past was following me like a faithful and obedient dog follows its master; unlike a shadow that disappears in the night, my past doesn’t ever disappear: it is always a part of me, through the day, and even through the night. It has certainly been gaining slowly and stealthily. I heard its footsteps close behind me; they   were padded and dampened by many aeons of time it concealed itself behind, but my past was always behind me: it can never get ahead of me, try what it may. This is the only belief that makes me happy, content and satisfied. I often pause to look at it while it trails behind me; more than once, I felt it was going to catch up with my incumbent pace, and overtake me, I almost wish I had stopped my tread to let it pass, but somehow, it remained behind me in its  slow and steady avatar, quite like a shadowy funeral train.

My past is an entity I should have developed a dissonance for a long time back. I should have fled from it when its claws moved towards me to clutch one of my arms in a tight grip. I feel like kicking myself today for not having done so. Quite a lot of the baggage of my past is still on me  and I feel quite like a mule burdened with more baggage than I can ever handle. It makes me quite miserable and uncomfortable, particularly when I see others who have shed quite a bit of their past and are happy and satisfied with their present. I badly want to get rid of at least some of this excess baggage.

A major problem created by the excess baggage is it makes my adventures on the track before me quite slow and uncomfortable. The journey is so uncomfortable that I find it difficult to move on. A part of me does want to get to an end, although this is where all my contemporaries and peers are; they got there a long time back; I couldn’t make it primarily because of the heavy burden of my past on me. Its heaviness puts so much of stress and tension on me that I yearn to put off at least a bit of it as soon as possible.

A part of the problem has been the utter lack of a reason to shed off my load. I need a definite reason to put down all this. There was a dissonance created by the heavy load, but it failed to throttle an urge to kick off the baggage as soon as possible. This would have been reason enough to shrug it off had I absorbed the dissonance in its appropriate form at the appropriate time. mournfully, I failed to interpret all these signs and signals life had been giving me; there hasn’t ever been a definite reason for me to throw away even a part of the heavy burden.

I have been waiting for there to be a formal occasion and ceremony when all or at least a small part of the excess baggage on me is taken off me, and this is why my life has been eventless for a long time. The very fact that I’ve been waiting for events to happen has obliterated the occurrence of events in my life. Those who have their lives full of events yearn for such an eventless life. There are hundreds and thousands of people who are prepared to give up all they have to barter my carefree life with theirs.

I sometimes wonder if they are really as happy and merry as they appear to be. Most of their happiness is cosmetic and fake. Somehow, I know this is true. Everyone has one or the  other problem in life, and one’s share of problems always appears to be greater than that of anyone else. My problems appear to be of great proportions before what everyone else has to deal with. On second thoughts, it is their acting-skills that makes them appear happy  and content. Everyone, I feel, puts up a show of being happy and content; no one is really happy. I wish I too had such excellent acting-skills.

But sometimes I wonder if it is so important to be a good actor in life. Life is quite a lot more than merely appearing to be happy and merry before others. It involves a lot of courage and perseverance to learn all basics of life, and one of them  is that one has to appear to be happy, regardless of one’s real state of being.

There are several layers of unhappiness and grief that lie behind all smiling faces. One only needs to explore into the depths of their nature to know their real state of mind. Almost always, a solitary plunge reveals many more secrets than one wants to uncover, and several others one doesn’t want to. There are a whole lot of secrets I have discovered that I often feel I shouldn’t have discovered. I would have been a lot better off had they remained behind the veils they were concealed behind.

Quite a bit of the world around us lies concealed behind opaque curtains. A plausible reason for all the mystery around us can be that what is not apparently visible to us has powers to rob us of at least some of our happiness and joy. In a small way, we were a lot happier and healthier before all the contemporary knowledge of the world around us caught up with us. We had more time for those close to us before the advent of satellite-television and internet. We did a lot more physical exercise than we do now.

In one way or the other, our past hounds us every single day we breathe. It reminds us that we were a lot better off in the days gone by. I wonder if this is really the case.