The morning breakfast discussion in office often brings out the best of the momentary topics, the ones you get amused with and forget. Some preach, some laugh at the mindlessness of the jokes cracked, and some just well plain listen. During one such session today, over a Dosa and a Sambar that would give a south Indian foodie like me extreme facial contractions, they discussed of the “secret”
Apparently there is a document floating in office that outlines a set of things you should do to live with a happy disposition. The word document printed and pinned on the desk of many is called the “Secret”. One of the things in it is the fact how you should let things be. Believe that they will come true or maybe believe in something that will help you settle in your head. The wait and believe and watch concept.
I am not a fan of preachy writings, self help books because I look at ‘helping the world’ with a little skepticism. I would never like to read one and acknowledge the smart ass, but instead write one. So while everyone is a fan of this document I snicker at the very mention of it. Call me high maintenance or more.
It may be contrary to what I typed in above but I always believed that God communicates to me in his way. From a road sign sticker to a driving school name he has had ingenious ways to tell me the next thing in store. Lately I have been literally losing marbles over a lot of things I have no control on. The word patience was not really induced in my dictionary and was taught by his almighty over a series of episodic stickers and break bumpers. So when I was on the path to losing my mind over all things that were being thrown at me to catch and keep, I got to know of the “secret”.
I know the fact that when you wish to listen, everything makes sense. Everything comes as a message from the beyond. So when people kept talking of patience and stories of people making it in life with that gift, the document which read the do’s and don’t of life with the word patience being glorified, my closest friends telling me to let it go and some of them being pissed off at me for not letting it be, I got it (execution is still in the nascent stages). The things which are beyond the control, by their very nature can’t be controlled. When you know there is no amount of effort from your part that is required and just indifference, let it be.
So next time you feel your world is crashing down with questions like why now and why me and what more in your head, pray. He will tell you let it be. Until next time my reader, I am on my way to pin the secret to my wall….
Tuesday, March 3, 2009
Monday, March 2, 2009
Dancing in the dark....
She walked on the aisle with the anklet in place
In a blood red dazzling dress and a painted face
The darkness engulfed but she stole the spotlight
She saw the nothingness around but she shone bright
The music echoed her thoughts, her steps went off beat
The anklet shone in the light sliding down her feet
She held out the hand, she assumed a crowd gathered to see
She wondered if someone held the hand, how it would be
She wished for the light to shift focus for a while
So she could see the faces of the darkness smile
She longed for the story that the music behind recited
She kept dancing in the dark with no candles ignited
She started to feel tired, her legs begin to strain
Her heart begin to ache, she felt the shooting pain
She could hear the anklet implore, urging her to dance
Till she could see the face in the dark, or perhaps a glance
She didn’t know how, she didn’t know just how
The music would cease to exist, and she would finally bow
With a thunderous applause welcoming her to the new light
She would know the difference between the day and the night
The tears smudged the paint, her face bled her sorrow
She had believed the palmist, she had believed the tarot
She couldn’t stop to dance, her lips synced the song
Till she fell on the floor, after another hour long
The music played still, a lifeless self began to pant
Upon the floor where she could see her tears land
With the music fading away, the applause came its way
Her misery had become a spectacle, she became the star that day
In a blood red dazzling dress and a painted face
The darkness engulfed but she stole the spotlight
She saw the nothingness around but she shone bright
The music echoed her thoughts, her steps went off beat
The anklet shone in the light sliding down her feet
She held out the hand, she assumed a crowd gathered to see
She wondered if someone held the hand, how it would be
She wished for the light to shift focus for a while
So she could see the faces of the darkness smile
She longed for the story that the music behind recited
She kept dancing in the dark with no candles ignited
She started to feel tired, her legs begin to strain
Her heart begin to ache, she felt the shooting pain
She could hear the anklet implore, urging her to dance
Till she could see the face in the dark, or perhaps a glance
She didn’t know how, she didn’t know just how
The music would cease to exist, and she would finally bow
With a thunderous applause welcoming her to the new light
She would know the difference between the day and the night
The tears smudged the paint, her face bled her sorrow
She had believed the palmist, she had believed the tarot
She couldn’t stop to dance, her lips synced the song
Till she fell on the floor, after another hour long
The music played still, a lifeless self began to pant
Upon the floor where she could see her tears land
With the music fading away, the applause came its way
Her misery had become a spectacle, she became the star that day
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