"Irritation"

The loud shrill noise, or the inaudible creepy whispers,  (nuisance)

The really early mornings, or the hot sunny afternoons, 

or dismal evenings or the murky nights, (exasperation)

The over friendliness, the vague obscurity, (perplexity)

The crowd or the loneliness,

The tasteless simple, the bewildering complicated, (annoying, can't figure why)

The skeptic nice, or the rowdy turn offs,

The intrusiveness, or the indifference, (frustrating)

The effortless romance, or the constant yearning,

The anguish of loving, or the agony of hatred (impatience)

Irritating!

"The Feather under the hat" #26

23 September 2012

If we really come to think about it, the hurdle of life isn't an option that we can choose to skip, but suffering is. The mind is like the processor of the computer. If you give it the wrong input information, the processing will be wrong and the result will always be an unfavorable one. 

Lets say if I change the input information - A hurdle into a challenge, a problem into a test, and the feeling of distress or despair into an opportunity to slow down and think over. That would mean taking life for a ride and not making it a serious business. (Doesn't the word 'serious' in the hospital slang anyway means someone who's nearly dying?)

The key - The understanding of the factual information has to be changed from the time it gets inside the processor of the mind as 'input information', and hence when the real translation happens, the interpretation of the hurdle is automatically understood as challenge.

But if we choose to continue to think in the way that we've been thinking...
We may just end up getting what we've always been getting!!

PROBLEMS!

"The Feather under the hat" #25

22 September 2012

Principle of business "Never invest in a relationship, the future economic benefits of which, do not exceed the future economic subsistence, with an attractive margin"

Principle of Philanthropy "Never invest in a relationship, with an expectation of a return. The profit if any, is for public, the loss is your own"

Principle of Friendship "Invest your happiness and sorrows, and break even with the friend's, because that's what you get in return"

Principle of Love "Invest everything you have, take all the nonsense, accept continuous rejection, burn your fingers, break your heart, lose focus from everything else that was ever important, cry a river, and die"

"Faith"

Stumbled upon a poem that I wrote in the Twelfth grade. The rebellious me finally negated the faith which was so dotingly inculcated in my upbringing by the elders. I don't remember being radically different from the other adolescents of my age, I rather mingled well with the worldly practices in the beginning, but things change as we grow up, and so do the philosophies of living.

All good though!

......

I have never believed in you,

Never had faith

Yet, sometimes when my eyes are closed,

in an effort to feel your presence,

every fear, every doubt flies,

I break free all my ties

......

They all call you 'the almighty',

You calm us all, you remove the anxiety,

And then, sometimes when my hands are raised,

and I look up in the sky,

All my questions seem to die

.......

They say, you made those stars,

the seconds, the minutes, the hours,

And then, sometimes when I look back in time,

to count the many times when I conquered the failure,

I smile

.......

They say you live in those heavens

You gave us our lives in the number of breaths,

and the ones that leave abode, meet you after death,

I have never believed in you,

Never had faith

Yet, when I clasped my hands in the grief of my loss,

and kept them stuck to my heart,

I felt, you were the constant part,

You were with me in it, you were never apart.

"The Feather under the hat" #24

14 September 2012

Worry, anxiety, panic, apprehension. Familiar?

Today, while trying to really figure out what to do with my idle mind at the workstation, I bumped into a contemplation of what really triggers 'worrying' to be a part of my daily routine. After much deliberation I eventually settled with a conclusion, that the similarity among the dissimilar issues that we choose to apprehend upon, is always the overstated feeling of 'fear' of something uncertain.

For my fellow finance specialists, in the language of finance, it is the full undue charge of a 'Contingent Liability' on your statement of happiness (aka gains) and upsets (aka losses), regardless of its actual occurrence. And so, an ever curious me, continued to intrigue more into the variety of regular phobias that we deal with at the different milestones in life.

The Infants, as I term them, who appear to me as the ones presumably oblivious to the seriousness of life, their usual worry causes are the curriculum, exams, results and then the trademark 'how many better are out there'. What follows for them may be is the fear of new places, unrecognition, under confidence, fear of limelight. For others, who possess the softer emotions in abundance worry about sharing personal traumas for the fear of them coming out in open, falling in love and then the inevitable break ups.

The little grown ups reach up to a different, more abstract kinds, like the fear of being disregarded, unwanted seclusion and being misunderstood. And the most common of all, fear of attachment, losing the loved ones and the fear of dying, in the pool where even I fall (good or bad, don't know).

To what I've come to conclude is, that when the most animated, real most and the permanent form of fear is the fear of death, or fear of losing someone to death, about which nothing can be possibly done, why make such a row about those which we know will pass on as history. Notwithstanding the fact that there do exist a few really very serious problems floating around in the lives of people, which my thoughts don't mean to undermine, but stress on the 'stop worrying, do something' part of it.

My whole purpose to express this concern in public interest is actually to question whether worrying is indeed a waste of your own time and energy, and that it may be a contingent cost that unnecessarily and untimely reduces the value of the gains from the statement of life.

(Well, so is blogging in your office time, duh!. Do they keep an account of that in some statement?)


(*Wears the glasses, picks up a pen and starts gazing at the screen*)