Tuesday, July 7, 2009

Resentment, grudges and anger

I know that you know that life is too short to bear grudges. I also know that you know that holding on to anger harms us and us alone. Not the wrong doer. We've all heard that jazz several times over. But there is more to it, than words alone ( I know that you know that as well. Pardon my lack of originality!). There is a reason why they say whatever they do.

I was going through a famous book by Norman Vincent Peale. Which reiterated what I have long observed. Holding onto resentment, ill-will, anger and the associated emotions wreaks havoc on our physical and mental health. So much can go wrong with you physically and not all the time is it related to the junk you ate and it's levels of hygiene. Medicines aren't the answer when the root cause is so deep seated. At times what we need more than anything else is a psychosomatic medicine.

Many people, knowingly and unknowingly do a lot of harm. They at times, have no idea how extensive the damage due to their actions can be. By the time, they do realize it, it becomes a little too late for damage control. But if someone can reverse it, and undo it, it is us. To vilify them for their deeds might do a world of good as far as instant gratification is concerned. But over a period of time, this becomes a habit. And no one else suffers but us. Had they been in the right frame of mind, they would not have done whatever they did. Had they known the good from the bad and ugly, facts would have been very different. How much can you hold against anyone and for how long? Will the feelings of sadness and anger bring about any change in the person who intentionally or unintentionally wronged us? I guess not. They will get on with their lives just they way they have gone on for a long time. You will remain a spec in the landscape of their life events. Why do you make it large? Why glorify things that don't deserve attention, and do yourself more harm than good. The person wronged you and that was the end of story. Your revisiting it is self inflicted torture. If it can do any good whatsoever in making things better, by all means do it. Otherwise there is no point in digging up wounds which have just about started to heal.

Most of the ailments whether we'd like to admit and believe or not, indeed arise from stress. Stress induced by the plethora of negative emotions. Just like we cleanse ourselves every day, we have to cleanse our mind too. To live healthy and to spread good. To realize what all we are capable of. To reach our zenith. A healthy body is one in which dwells a calm mind. Is that possible? I would live to believe it is. Very frankly, we haven't left ourselves a lof of alternatives. We have to give it an honest try. An attempt that becomes a habit.

P.S Why do I torture you thus? Let's just put it this way. I've nothing better to do in life!

Who do you go with?

The heart or the mind? When the two have stubbornly decided to not work in tandem, who do you listen to? More importantly who must you listen to? The one whose logic you cannot defy, or the one whose tuggings won't give you a moment's peace?


Common logic would tell you to stick to what's right. Not what "feels" right. You make a tough call. Thinking that henceforth peace shall prevail. It is supposed to. It should. It will. But when one part of you disagrees with something, chances are it would continue doing so for quite some time. How in the world is that part asked to shut up? How in the world can peace prevail if the battle within rages day and night. Week after week. Month after month. Year after year.

If only it was possible to think from the heart. If only simple things weren't made so complicated by our own doing. If only the trivial wasn't blown out of proportion. If only so much importance wasn't given to the heart. If only the heart could see what was crystal clear to the mind.

Eventually it would be mind over matter. It is the journey till there that is arduous.

Is atonement attainable for the sins that the heart commits? Is redemption a possibility for the admonition that the heart is subjected to at the hands of the mind?

What do you do when the strength that is always your companion simply fails you? What do you do when despite your best efforts, it becomes impossible to contain the tears. What do you do when your sense of purpose deserts you and mocks you for having chosen it in the first place? When the only thing you banked upon to never leave your side, lets go of you? When your dreams come true only to be shattered to bits that can never be put together again?

There must be a ray of hope hiding somewhere behind the clouds. Maybe it is right in front of you and you don't see it. Maybe because you don't want to see it. If the heart can as much as notice a crevice that faces the light and if the mind can as much as feebly will to gather as much strength as is needed to get by the day, things would be easier. One day at a time. Week by week. Month by month. Year by Year.

Saturday, July 4, 2009

In response to the parched earth




Most of you would do a double take if some one were to tell you they hated the rains. Who hates the rains? I did ! Until ofcourse I saw the picture above (Uhm.Ahem. Errr. Blush. Whatever :D ) All I could associate the rains with was muck all over the place, dirty clothes and shoes, gloomy weather and exams. Ofcourse my perception did a volte face, post the print commercial for Incredible India's campaign on Kerala in the Monsoons. I remember me and my room mate carefully cutting it out and sticking one copy on the cupboard and another on the wall. We spent a substantial amount of time gawking at it each day. It remained there till some miscreant ran away with them. A sight for sore eyes it is. The rains ofcourse! (What else were you thinking anyways!) The aroma of the earth after the first rains. The arid landscape suddenly coming alive with lush greenery. The slight chill in the air. The breath of fresh air. The sounds of crickets in the cool of the night. The freshness of flora with drops of rain resting gently the morning after. Everything freshly scrubbed clean and brand new. The surreal feeling of a fascinating hill station tucked in far away from the din of the city in the lap of nature. Untouched by human hand. This is now, and that was then.

Now ofcourse, the monsoons are synonymous with the following :

Monsoons for me are incomplete if I don't listen to this sung by
Shubha Mudgal.
Again reminiscent of the time when I was growing up.


A time for hot cups of coffee on the terrace, unlimited helpings of chai (tea) and pakode. Time to
experience the downpour minus an umbrella spoiling the fun. Time for the blues. Time for
some romance ...in the Indian Rain