Sometimes, you want something so bad, you can't breathe when the desire hits you, overwhelms you. You feel trapped, cornered, because that is all you can feel with every fibre of your being.
I crack a joke, try to think of the work at hand. It is of no use: my mind is stuck with a picture, and I reach for songs that intensify the feeling. I try looking heavenward, wondering if prayers and selfish motives ever overlap.
Affirmations, willpower, The Secret - hell, I'd try anything.
I can understand now, why some people can risk everything on a turn of dice, especially when the losings pile up.
Saturday, 17 April 2010
Friday, 16 April 2010
The ironies of life
are such!
When you want a conversation, everyone will be busy.
When you need to be alone, people will seek you out.
When you want to keep a low profile, your private news becomes everyone's business.
Then, I decide to double cross Murphy.
I keep quiet, when I want to speak out. The silence works much better than an outburst would.
I smile when I am at my angriest. The argument ends without any permanent damage.
And sometimes, when I realise, I am not strong enough to bend will against instinct, I stay alone.
When you want a conversation, everyone will be busy.
When you need to be alone, people will seek you out.
When you want to keep a low profile, your private news becomes everyone's business.
Then, I decide to double cross Murphy.
I keep quiet, when I want to speak out. The silence works much better than an outburst would.
I smile when I am at my angriest. The argument ends without any permanent damage.
And sometimes, when I realise, I am not strong enough to bend will against instinct, I stay alone.
Saturday, 6 March 2010
Temper
Sometimes, the problem is everyone feels misunderstood. And at the same damn time.
When the day has been long and anxiety ridden, and the night stretches long with more anxious moments ahead, you wonder, snap or ignore? The other person, is wondering the exact same thing. When you feel angry enough to not want to speak to anyone, the other person is probably debating the same thing: to vent or not.
I always remind myself that. And rush forward with the olive branch. And then get very angry when this is met with a less than completely amenable response.
Of course, it works better just to let things be. Until sanity and peace is restored. But, and it's a big but, it's so bloody hard to control yourself till then!
When the day has been long and anxiety ridden, and the night stretches long with more anxious moments ahead, you wonder, snap or ignore? The other person, is wondering the exact same thing. When you feel angry enough to not want to speak to anyone, the other person is probably debating the same thing: to vent or not.
I always remind myself that. And rush forward with the olive branch. And then get very angry when this is met with a less than completely amenable response.
Of course, it works better just to let things be. Until sanity and peace is restored. But, and it's a big but, it's so bloody hard to control yourself till then!
Tuesday, 23 February 2010
This time, I didn't really have much to say. I therefore decided to write a rambling little post about nothing at all.
Well, not exactly nothing.
P and I took ourselves to Puri on a two day break from things. This is the most alone time I have spent with P, although we have been friends all our lives. It was fun walking around on the beach, visiting the temple, eating and generally being silly. A lot of heart to hearts happened, but we never seemed to indulge in gossip, which is great. It is amazing how we seem to have so much to discuss, always, about ourselves.
Back to Kolkata meant back to teaching, rushing around and other odds and ends.
A new wardrobe has been purchased. This has led to many happy hours organising it and feeling a bit like I did back in schooldays when I kept the bedroom super organised and efficiently tidy. I must have been a very dull child indeed.
The bookfair happened, where amidst much dust and aggressive book lovers, I came back triumphant with a very strange assortment of favourites, old and new: Enid Blyton, Asterix, Alexander, Alice Munro and Agatha Christie have kept me company over the last week.
Some new things ought to shape up soon enough and I feel hopeful about what the coming months have to offer. Till then, I am jittery about CAT, what The Students will do, tax refunds, open tickets and terribly long to-do lists.
I suppose, the most interesting and unusual thing has been visiting a rather obscure engineering college and meeting a really good bunch of kids. Quite a departure from the yuppie variety, they seemed more innocent and likeable than the wise-ass youngsters I sometimes meet. These are the times when I realise, teaching can be an incredibly fulfilling profession. Truly, feel-good factor wise, I cannot complain what this stint has enabled me to experience. Feels funny to wake up and actually look forward to going to "work" and no anxiety at all!
Well, not exactly nothing.
P and I took ourselves to Puri on a two day break from things. This is the most alone time I have spent with P, although we have been friends all our lives. It was fun walking around on the beach, visiting the temple, eating and generally being silly. A lot of heart to hearts happened, but we never seemed to indulge in gossip, which is great. It is amazing how we seem to have so much to discuss, always, about ourselves.
Back to Kolkata meant back to teaching, rushing around and other odds and ends.
A new wardrobe has been purchased. This has led to many happy hours organising it and feeling a bit like I did back in schooldays when I kept the bedroom super organised and efficiently tidy. I must have been a very dull child indeed.
The bookfair happened, where amidst much dust and aggressive book lovers, I came back triumphant with a very strange assortment of favourites, old and new: Enid Blyton, Asterix, Alexander, Alice Munro and Agatha Christie have kept me company over the last week.
Some new things ought to shape up soon enough and I feel hopeful about what the coming months have to offer. Till then, I am jittery about CAT, what The Students will do, tax refunds, open tickets and terribly long to-do lists.
I suppose, the most interesting and unusual thing has been visiting a rather obscure engineering college and meeting a really good bunch of kids. Quite a departure from the yuppie variety, they seemed more innocent and likeable than the wise-ass youngsters I sometimes meet. These are the times when I realise, teaching can be an incredibly fulfilling profession. Truly, feel-good factor wise, I cannot complain what this stint has enabled me to experience. Feels funny to wake up and actually look forward to going to "work" and no anxiety at all!
Friday, 29 January 2010
On starting over
Sometimes, when he looked back on the days he spent worrying, crying, stressing and fighting to make something out of his life, he is filled with awe at the innocence and courage he seems to have then possessed.
Now, when something untoward happens to him, before anything, the fear kicks in.
I suppose, the older you get, the more you learn about limits. The sky is no longer the limit. You start calculating risks. You start worrying about returns. You tell yourself, there are things that are no longer feasible because now, I am not 20 anymore.
For that was the secret behind the bravado of course.
When you first hit college, you are still starry eyed, with the determination and self-confidence only a teen can possess. You trust the universe to show you the way. You believe everything happens for a reason, and that reason is always good.
At 21, with no money, no degree and no job, when birthdays meant cheap Chinese lunches, and one had to save pocket money to buy a CD, he was more bullish on life than he had ever been. It was a heady feeling to believe he was meant for great things and he just couldn't possibly fail.
Now, he sometimes struggles to find faith. In himself, in others, in things - past, present and future. He feels afraid to try. He feel afraid to be angry. He doesn't stop to question what he is doing and why - whether it is merely designed to please others, or he is doing it for his own self.
And the funny thing is, technically, he is already way ahead of where he imagined he would get in his 20s. Although he still considers it a virtue to not take himself too seriously, he *seriously* wonders where the fun and the dreams and the hopes And how he let himself go so - dull? And practical? And set limits to everything?
He wandered around aimlessly for a while this evening. Walked the same road he has walked a million times before in his life. That road leads to a certain idol, with little shops and counters strewn around, where the same old flower-seller asks him with a smile "Dada bhalo achen toh?"
She was smiling at him, widely, mocking and consoling at the same time, when he reached Her. He stood there, wondering why he had been so reluctant - at some point on the brief walk, he had been dragging his feet as if he were being forced to confront something he'd rather not.
Reaching there, some of the pieces of the puzzle fell in place. He found himself muttering in a one-sided conversation.
That night, he hunted around in his old memories, for fragments of dreams once dreamt. Perhaps it was time to accept some of the things he couldn't control were not meant to be controlled at all. He hadn't meant to become what he was now - that was for sure. The pettyness, the worries, the conforming, the racing ahead ticking items off some crazy list - that was not really how he liked being.
It was time to accept he was still naive, and retreat to dream some impossible dreams again.
Now, when something untoward happens to him, before anything, the fear kicks in.
I suppose, the older you get, the more you learn about limits. The sky is no longer the limit. You start calculating risks. You start worrying about returns. You tell yourself, there are things that are no longer feasible because now, I am not 20 anymore.
For that was the secret behind the bravado of course.
When you first hit college, you are still starry eyed, with the determination and self-confidence only a teen can possess. You trust the universe to show you the way. You believe everything happens for a reason, and that reason is always good.
At 21, with no money, no degree and no job, when birthdays meant cheap Chinese lunches, and one had to save pocket money to buy a CD, he was more bullish on life than he had ever been. It was a heady feeling to believe he was meant for great things and he just couldn't possibly fail.
Now, he sometimes struggles to find faith. In himself, in others, in things - past, present and future. He feels afraid to try. He feel afraid to be angry. He doesn't stop to question what he is doing and why - whether it is merely designed to please others, or he is doing it for his own self.
And the funny thing is, technically, he is already way ahead of where he imagined he would get in his 20s. Although he still considers it a virtue to not take himself too seriously, he *seriously* wonders where the fun and the dreams and the hopes And how he let himself go so - dull? And practical? And set limits to everything?
He wandered around aimlessly for a while this evening. Walked the same road he has walked a million times before in his life. That road leads to a certain idol, with little shops and counters strewn around, where the same old flower-seller asks him with a smile "Dada bhalo achen toh?"
She was smiling at him, widely, mocking and consoling at the same time, when he reached Her. He stood there, wondering why he had been so reluctant - at some point on the brief walk, he had been dragging his feet as if he were being forced to confront something he'd rather not.
Reaching there, some of the pieces of the puzzle fell in place. He found himself muttering in a one-sided conversation.
That night, he hunted around in his old memories, for fragments of dreams once dreamt. Perhaps it was time to accept some of the things he couldn't control were not meant to be controlled at all. He hadn't meant to become what he was now - that was for sure. The pettyness, the worries, the conforming, the racing ahead ticking items off some crazy list - that was not really how he liked being.
It was time to accept he was still naive, and retreat to dream some impossible dreams again.
Wednesday, 27 January 2010
The virtues of giving up
Sometimes, one has to give up. It's far easier to keep trying. At least you convince yourself you can still control the situation. However, giving up has it's advantages too.
You feel peaceful. You don't fear failure. You realise things far more clearly than you thought yourself capable of.
I realised, like respect, things like love, affection and understanding cannot be demanded. Sometimes, if you are really lucky, you will get some of these exactly when you need them. Sometimes, as I am sure everyone has felt at some point in their lives, you may cry and complain all you want, but not a thing will budge.
That's when you need to step back, relax and surrender. The situation may not be ideal, but you know for certain, one way or the other, this too shall pass.
You feel peaceful. You don't fear failure. You realise things far more clearly than you thought yourself capable of.
I realised, like respect, things like love, affection and understanding cannot be demanded. Sometimes, if you are really lucky, you will get some of these exactly when you need them. Sometimes, as I am sure everyone has felt at some point in their lives, you may cry and complain all you want, but not a thing will budge.
That's when you need to step back, relax and surrender. The situation may not be ideal, but you know for certain, one way or the other, this too shall pass.
Saturday, 23 January 2010
The more things change, not much really does
I have come to realise, in general, my talents do not extend to matters of emotion and sentiment. I am woefully inadequate in handling almost any situation where I could be misunderstood.
This is quite serious.
I worry now, about things I say, things I don't say, expressions I have and when my face is blank. I also realise, I hate hurting people and I hate getting hurt. In equal amounts. Since one of the two is always bound to happen, given the kind of weird, mad world we all inhabit nowadays, I end up either feeling apologetic or unhappy.
The other observation I have made concerns how everything comes full circle. Inspite of all the changes, twists and turns, ultimately, I seem to end up in the same spots time and again. And I feel exactly the same way I did earlier. Sometimes, there are subtle reminders of how quickly things around me are changing. Friends are having babies, my students don't have a clue about the old Doordarshan programmes I suddenly mention, I enter a new decade this year.
Yet, there has been absolutely no real transition. I am exactly where I was five years before this moment, the only changes are purely in terms of education and professional qualifications. That apart, the worries are the same, the mood swings are the same, I just don't get the same responses from people, because obviously, I don't look the same.
I wonder when the internal transition will take place for some definitive change to finally kick in!
This is quite serious.
I worry now, about things I say, things I don't say, expressions I have and when my face is blank. I also realise, I hate hurting people and I hate getting hurt. In equal amounts. Since one of the two is always bound to happen, given the kind of weird, mad world we all inhabit nowadays, I end up either feeling apologetic or unhappy.
The other observation I have made concerns how everything comes full circle. Inspite of all the changes, twists and turns, ultimately, I seem to end up in the same spots time and again. And I feel exactly the same way I did earlier. Sometimes, there are subtle reminders of how quickly things around me are changing. Friends are having babies, my students don't have a clue about the old Doordarshan programmes I suddenly mention, I enter a new decade this year.
Yet, there has been absolutely no real transition. I am exactly where I was five years before this moment, the only changes are purely in terms of education and professional qualifications. That apart, the worries are the same, the mood swings are the same, I just don't get the same responses from people, because obviously, I don't look the same.
I wonder when the internal transition will take place for some definitive change to finally kick in!
Monday, 18 January 2010
People I meet and subsequently befriend are always the same - thoughtful, deep, mostly happy and always nice. They are also pretty talented in some way or the other and are either super achievers already or, are clearly destined to get there. Unfortunately my work and occasionally my social life, brings me face to face with some typical all brat all attitude and zero substance young adults, who fill me with bemused scepticism. Somehow, they seem to think, with a supercilious, condescending and cold manner, they can command more respect and attention than they could by actually achieving something worthwhile.
What's more amusing is, they actually do. The air they exude is such and the confidence so overpowering, that the general aura leaves most unsuspecting people reeling in their wake. They get instant attention from the shopkeepers (while I get curtly asked to chuck my plastic container in the bin myself). They float around with like-minded associates, where I imagine conversation is devoid of eye contact since everyone is uniformly gazing into space at the tip of upturned noses. Most acquaintances are ignored, and if they do deign to interact, conversation is usually at its superficial best.
This creates a form of artificial importance they revel in. Some aspiring susceptibles lust after the glory this "in-crowd" seems to possess and the imaginary benefits of an exciting social life, in glamorous dos with pretty people. However, most of my talentless bratty favourites enjoy competing amongst similar equally talentless and bratty individuals. This sums up the core of their thoughts and actions, indeed, what presumably occupies most of their waking hours.
Jumping into the future, I feel reasonably certain that this will morph nicely and naturally into a love for all things bright and blingy, with a rich spouse or inheritance rushing to the rescue. This is probably not even a new phenomenon since good old Austen made it her business to mock the manner of the manor-born.
The strong reactions these individuals spark in me, do not stem from class differences or the matter of wealth and education. I just feel put off by the tendency to snub. It works wonders, there is no denying that. But, I find it so completely unnecessary! The people who are comfortable in their own skin, never seem to need to be anything but polite and friendly. The ones who are really ambitious and driven, rarely seem to have time to even bother putting on airs. I suppose there really is no wonder then, why it just so happens, that the more the conceit and chilliness, the more hollow and flimsy the being actually turns out to be.
What's more amusing is, they actually do. The air they exude is such and the confidence so overpowering, that the general aura leaves most unsuspecting people reeling in their wake. They get instant attention from the shopkeepers (while I get curtly asked to chuck my plastic container in the bin myself). They float around with like-minded associates, where I imagine conversation is devoid of eye contact since everyone is uniformly gazing into space at the tip of upturned noses. Most acquaintances are ignored, and if they do deign to interact, conversation is usually at its superficial best.
This creates a form of artificial importance they revel in. Some aspiring susceptibles lust after the glory this "in-crowd" seems to possess and the imaginary benefits of an exciting social life, in glamorous dos with pretty people. However, most of my talentless bratty favourites enjoy competing amongst similar equally talentless and bratty individuals. This sums up the core of their thoughts and actions, indeed, what presumably occupies most of their waking hours.
Jumping into the future, I feel reasonably certain that this will morph nicely and naturally into a love for all things bright and blingy, with a rich spouse or inheritance rushing to the rescue. This is probably not even a new phenomenon since good old Austen made it her business to mock the manner of the manor-born.
The strong reactions these individuals spark in me, do not stem from class differences or the matter of wealth and education. I just feel put off by the tendency to snub. It works wonders, there is no denying that. But, I find it so completely unnecessary! The people who are comfortable in their own skin, never seem to need to be anything but polite and friendly. The ones who are really ambitious and driven, rarely seem to have time to even bother putting on airs. I suppose there really is no wonder then, why it just so happens, that the more the conceit and chilliness, the more hollow and flimsy the being actually turns out to be.
Wednesday, 13 January 2010
Temporarily Numb
The cold in Kolkata has frozen me to the core. I sleep twisted in blankets, and wear bright socks to keep my toes warm. Gone are the days of proper baths every morning and night - a quick shower and lingering over the hair dryer is what happens now.
The cold seems to have seeped into me as well. Sometimes, one is terribly afraid. And sometimes, I make a joke out of everything I care about.
The worst moments are those though, where I absolutely do not want to do anything productive at all. It is not because I am scared to try. Neither is it because I am caught in a vicious cycle of futile planning and failed implementation. In fact, I don't really know why this happens to me from time to time. I could just be sitting wrapped up in shawls and suddenly, all deadlines will vanish and all worry will cease. I will realise with complete clarity that this is my life. There are no timetables I need to abide by anymore, there is no one I fear disappointing and there is no one whose opinions could affect. In a way, I have absolutely nothing to lose.
These are the worst, because when these happen, I don't know what to do with myself anymore. There is a blankness that makes me feel, I have too many years ahead of me to live, without fear, anxiety or worries to conquer. That there is nothing to lose, may also mean I don't have anything to hold on to anymore. Or that I am already fatalistic about the good things in my life right now, and true, we will all end in ashes someday, but there must be some purpose to life before it all melts away.
Then, my own petty purposes seem very mundane and I feel ashamed of not having any noble targets that I could dedicate my life to. With utmost honesty, there is very little I need in life. I sometimes want several things, and sometimes, I realise I don't really want much. It's all very confusing. I wish I could find a way to figure out what the emptiness could be replaced with and worked towards. Or maybe it is because since I have always been rushing towards some target or the other, the sudden lack of purpose leaves me with absolutely nothing to look forward to.
I'm sure when I've been disappointed in life, I have never thought, I was lucky in a way to feel the disappointment. Otherwise, I would not have felt the highs either. And right now, I guess, I am irked because I feel neither.
The cold seems to have seeped into me as well. Sometimes, one is terribly afraid. And sometimes, I make a joke out of everything I care about.
The worst moments are those though, where I absolutely do not want to do anything productive at all. It is not because I am scared to try. Neither is it because I am caught in a vicious cycle of futile planning and failed implementation. In fact, I don't really know why this happens to me from time to time. I could just be sitting wrapped up in shawls and suddenly, all deadlines will vanish and all worry will cease. I will realise with complete clarity that this is my life. There are no timetables I need to abide by anymore, there is no one I fear disappointing and there is no one whose opinions could affect. In a way, I have absolutely nothing to lose.
These are the worst, because when these happen, I don't know what to do with myself anymore. There is a blankness that makes me feel, I have too many years ahead of me to live, without fear, anxiety or worries to conquer. That there is nothing to lose, may also mean I don't have anything to hold on to anymore. Or that I am already fatalistic about the good things in my life right now, and true, we will all end in ashes someday, but there must be some purpose to life before it all melts away.
Then, my own petty purposes seem very mundane and I feel ashamed of not having any noble targets that I could dedicate my life to. With utmost honesty, there is very little I need in life. I sometimes want several things, and sometimes, I realise I don't really want much. It's all very confusing. I wish I could find a way to figure out what the emptiness could be replaced with and worked towards. Or maybe it is because since I have always been rushing towards some target or the other, the sudden lack of purpose leaves me with absolutely nothing to look forward to.
I'm sure when I've been disappointed in life, I have never thought, I was lucky in a way to feel the disappointment. Otherwise, I would not have felt the highs either. And right now, I guess, I am irked because I feel neither.
Tuesday, 5 January 2010
What only a wtf moment can bring about
I never enjoy being unhappy. This is the year however, when on a very personal level, I am to leave a whole decade behind. So some records need to be straightened.
I know myself a bit now, I know I still react to most things instinctively; that left to my own devices, I will often surpass my own expectations; that now I think not so much with my heart, but sometimes genuinely think too; but that with all the thinking behind me, I would still behave in very reckless and foolhardy ways most of the time.
Those that I labelled mistakes, were actually lessons learnt. Although I still adapt and butt my head against immovable walls, often both at the same time, sometimes I surprise myself by getting up and moving on. Often when I least expect it.
Most of all, I love me. I realise, given all the fuck-ups, weirdness, insanity, hysteria, laughter, joy and vindication, I would not change one tiny thing about who I am and what I have been. Because, summing it all up, I am actually a pretty decent person. And that makes it quite nice being me.
I know myself a bit now, I know I still react to most things instinctively; that left to my own devices, I will often surpass my own expectations; that now I think not so much with my heart, but sometimes genuinely think too; but that with all the thinking behind me, I would still behave in very reckless and foolhardy ways most of the time.
Those that I labelled mistakes, were actually lessons learnt. Although I still adapt and butt my head against immovable walls, often both at the same time, sometimes I surprise myself by getting up and moving on. Often when I least expect it.
Most of all, I love me. I realise, given all the fuck-ups, weirdness, insanity, hysteria, laughter, joy and vindication, I would not change one tiny thing about who I am and what I have been. Because, summing it all up, I am actually a pretty decent person. And that makes it quite nice being me.
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