a basket and a backpack

there was a bag of grief lying around-  sturdy rough like those backpack types,

always packed to be carried away,

there was also a basket of  joy nearby- really beautiful though a bit fragile

and  with a handle per se.

 

i stood standing staring at both,

wait-but why was it difficult to choose ?

i would reach for the basket but would end up with the backpack

perhaps now you understand my ordeal, my difficulty,  my inability to choose.

 

it was dark and cloudy, keeping all light at bay,

so i reached for the torch that lay hid beneath,

not the sofa, or the table or that  bed I so hate,

but the one that is always lit within, The Soul as they all say.

 

so now I held up the basket and  marvelled at it,

while I sipped my coke and went through that novel

Just then a gust of wind passes through my way,

tearing through my fragile basket , lighting out my light and loading me with the backpack again .

 

Staring at those shattered pieces,

With no light and no voices,

i picked them up , only to put them in the furnace

where i would strengthen and forge them to build a bigger and a stronger basket !

 

Oh and only if you ask where i managed to get the fire,

I have only this to say- i found it in the ashes of the light that burnt way back.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Perfect day

You know one of those days there is a moment, when it suddenly occurs to you that its a perfect day. The sun is out and shining, not so much to burn you down but enough to keep  things lively, there is a mild cool breeze blowing and you are sitting in the open at the centre of city called Prague, sipping your coke while thumbing through the pages of a book written by a nobel prize winner. Perfect ( except for the two mid aged ladies sitting beside and smoking the shit out of their lungs, :/) !!! Those moments you wonder why there was ever anything wrong, why it was ever difficult to get by, why it was ever so hard.

Its not that all your problems have been resolved or suddenly everything is sorted and you have understood all the secrets of life and love, but there is that presence in the current moment – that realisation of being here in this space and time without a worry about the future or the yearnings of the past. This is probably, what is called, being in the moment.

Mask

When i was little, the Cartoon network used to show this weird stupid cartoon show called The Mask. It was about some stupid, confused, ill-confident ( m not judging ! :P) guy called Stanley ( ok, i dint remember that name -> just googled that up and found that the show was based on a novel, anyways) who is unable to find his way in the world. As far as I can restore from my memory lanes -he gets easily bullied over, is to shy to approach his crush and is a clerk in a bank. Pretty bad, huh! Then one day  he discovers this magical mask (i don’t remember if i ever saw that episode) which turns him into a completely different human being  He gets all these superpowers, a confidence boost and always has a retarded smile on his face. He is able to bully others now, turns into a play boy and even becomes funnier ( though honestly the jokes cracked were some of the most stupidest, i’ve ever heard).  In short, his world turns upside down for the better, and the entire show is about the mask’s exploits. This makes me think why I even saw that cartoon show !

But the strange thing is that such  masks  have become so common these days . You are supposed to find one and wear it. Wear it even though it wears you out, because who wants to deal with a stanley. Your friends want you to wear it, your employer wants you to wear it, your family wants you to wear it, your dog wants you to wear it. So wear it. Not wearing it is being vulnerable, being breakable. There are going to be certain times when it will “rain” and the insides of the mask will be wet, it would slip over, but dry it down and put it on.  After all, the entire SHOW is about the mask’s exploits.

 

 

ek ehsaas

koi ek ehsaas hain jisey zahir karna chahta hun,

ek uljhan jisey samajhna chahta hun.

 

aaj.. tutna chahta hain , bikharna chahta hain ,

ek toofan sa hain- khamoshi mey chupa hua,

ek aansu- muskurahato mey lipta hua .

 

thoda jalna chahta hun,

ek chaya sa hun dhoop ke bina,

ek geet alfazo se juda.

 

aaj.. andhero mey jaana chahta hun,

bas kisi benaam jagah mey kho jaana chahta hun .

 

after all this time

after all this time,

i still want to believe that all this is but a dream-

that one day i am gonna wake up to find everything beautiful again

one day i will find things as they are supposed to be

that all this is but just a gruelling test

which one day i am gonna ace and be alive again.

 

and after all this time

there is nothing that i want- nothing more than a peaceful moment-

that one day i am gonna wake up without going through a nightmare

or there might be a day when i am gonna sleep with content

without a yearning and without having to tell myself

that this is  just a passing moment and all is fair.

 

after all this time

i still want to believe that amidst all this flux there are still some constants –

that one day moon will no longer lift the waves only to let them break

perhaps one day either i won’t need to trust and depend

or that there will be a day when i won’t have to scream

for someone to just hold me and say – i won’t ever let you break.

 

after all this time

i still want to believe that all this is but a dream.

 

Illicit happiness

Well those two words don’t usually go together, or do they ?

Since very early,  I have had this notion of happiness – happiness is something that you earn as a reward for doing your job well. The key point here is “earn”. And in school days this meant staying at the top in your class and doing what is considered as ‘good’.  As I entered my undergrad, this translated into a exploring all the different opportunities that lay ahead, dreaming up big and then being relentless in turning those dreams into reality.  But this model seemed to have broken down and led me to question its underlying hypothesis and validity. 

The natural question that i asked myself is that how come this model served me well during my earlier years but I just cannot stand by it any more.  After scurrying through a lot of material on this and introspection, i seem to have come to this understanding- when we are young, we are in a very protected and control environment. The work we do and the expected reward is highly correlated. So if we study hard enough , there is no reason we can’t top the class. If we play hard, no reason why we can’t bowl outswingers or play those elegant cover drives. There are hardly any factors that seem to be out of our direct control. Our family provides us the comfortable niche in which we comfortably live our lives.

But this is as far as it goes. As we enter the outside world, we counter forces that are just out of our control. And this becomes very hard to accept. You tend to believe that no matter what you want, if you dedicate yourself to it, you are gonna get it. But its not how it works. 

The equation to me seems more like this

y (k) = f(x, u) + n(k)

where Y is the result , X the state that defines your abilities ( and contains your history) , U is the input  and N is the noise – all the forces and factors beyond our control.

And this equation can come as a shock sometimes. It just seemed to me unacceptable that things could not be in my control. Why the hell there has to be noise in the system. I mean wasn’t I supposed to shape what my destiny with all my efforts and intensions. Why so then there were these forces acting without my permission or without consideration and shaping my destiny ? This dint make me happy, not one bit. 

During this period, i began screwing up other things – things that were in my control. When this started to happen, obviously there was no way I could find happiness with my earlier reward based model. Well desperate times call for desperate measures. So i took to doughnuts ! Ya thats not a typo. I took to doughnuts, coffee, pastries, travel. These things provided kind moments of happiness in the gloomy backdrop. And this is what I call “illicit happiness”, after all this wasn’t the happiness that I earned . i just created it, just manufactured it out of thin air. 

All goes well until my inner critic decides to wake up sporadically and utter such nonsense to me – ‘Dude, you cannot do that, thats not allowed . you cannot just creaaaaaaaaaate happiness like that. Thats not what the rules say !! Moreover isn’t it hollow since it does not last !!!’.   And I am like Damn You !! Cant  you just keep sleeping, buddy ? 

Meanwhile, I read a bit to understand human psychology, to understand the nature of all things. I also happened to visit a meditation centre which provided me the theoretical foundations or the mental models which seem to explain what was going around. These mental causal models became really effective.

But to truly accept these mental models and be aware of them all the time to make sense of things requires time and effort. So I have kept digging into my ‘illicit happiness’. There are times when my inner critic questions – Do you really deserve this happiness and what have you done to have it . In reply to this,  I am quick to draw upon a quote i read somewhere- “We not only have the right to be happy but more importantly an obligation to be happy. That’s the gift of human life.” On your face, you inner critic !!

But the quotes can only take you so far, so I was still questioning if this is the right thing. And then I had a moment of epiphany.  See the reward based happiness model that we have is a cycle – which can be virtuous when everything is going fine but can be deadly when its not. If you are not happy, you won’t be able to put in your best efforts in things which in turn mean that you won’t achieve so much which in turn would make you more unhappy. And this can escalate exponentially ( ok i did not plot the data points but still ).

There are two ways to effect this cycle and move it in the other direction. The first one is where people turn off their emotional engines( or atlas attempt to ) and channel all their energy into work . They achieve things and are able to turn the cycle other way around. I love these people cause these people are really strong and they are able to contribute even at their worst. But the sad part is that i am not one of these people. I truly need to be happy to be able to concentrate on my work and be creative. I need to be excited about things . So for me the strategy was – accumulate some H moments using “illicit” methods -> use the strength gained to work and also try and find a more solid ground for H-> make use of illicit methods + H  gained from work to amplify your work output and on and on until “illicit happiness becomes negligible portion.

All the while I have also been trying to find a better model to replace the reward based happiness model. You see its not sustainable. Things are always going to screw up and our models should make us resilient in the face of failures. Only recently, I could not have a thing that i wanted. No matter how earnest I am , i cannot influence it . I have to respect those constraints and wait for them to either go away or accept them. But the best part is that better models do exist. 

a late night conversation

 

there it comes again, to engulf me and sap the last trace of h******** out of me.

angrily, i tell it “see we have already discussed this, i have had enough of you”

but it remains undeterred and with that crooked look tells me, “no, i am gonna be with you”

‘Why?’, i ask, ‘What have i done to deserve you?’

“oh, you just relied too much, cared too much”, it answers amusingly.

“i know i know…but now i want to be free..i want to fly…i’ve paid my debts”, i protest vehemently.

“but you are hopeful, aren’t you ?”.

I hate that sly look!!

helplessly -“i don’t wanna talk about it and just go, u scare the shit out of me Hollowness”

Oh yes and wait listen, “See, i know you are powerful…but don’t underestimate me. you don’t realise how stubborn i am and to what extent i can go to win. I am me !”

“wait…u r supposed to be scared”

“you might have touched my weakest points…but u didn’t realise i dont Give Up !!. So get your raggedy ass back and lemme sleep.”

(vanish)

 

 

are there sufficient reasons !

there are always going to be reasons to be apathetic, are there sufficient to say “I care”

i care for all that you have been through,

i will strive for all the dreams that need to come true, 

i want to keep that smile on you !

there are always going to be reasons to shut yourself,  are there sufficient to “open up”

open up to the rough seas, 

let go to explore the endless possibilities,

extend your hand for the adventurous journey.

there are always going to be reasons to stay in the dark, are there enough to “see the light”, 

see the reasons to stay alive,

believe that the sun will shine,

smile,  for God’s sake,  smile !

there are always going to be reasons to say no, are there sufficient to say “yes”

Yes to love,

Yes to light, 

Yes to life !

there are times

there are times when i yearn for you,

i yearn for all that i felt- loved, cared, special;

and then those when i learn to be with myself,

as i learn to breathe in the present moment.

 

there are times when i yearn for that togetherness,

i yearn for all those moments spent-laughing, snuggling, fooling around;

and then those when i learn to create new moments,

as i learn to be with myself.

 

there are times when i yearn for all the dreams,

i yearn for that could have been- hands-in-hands, hugs, kisses;

and then those when i learn to accept,

as i learn to make new dreams.

 

there are times when i yearn to turn back the clock,

i yearn to undo the choices made-departing, shouting, moving ahead;

and then those when i learn to trust my choices,

as i learn to continue on my journey ahead.

how are you..

“how are you ”

“what do you wanna hear”

“that you are good”

“so am I….. ”

—–

“why did you call today”

“what do you mean, I just called to wish you”

“no, I mean do you wanna fake it & we can talk about the weather or we have honest conversations”

“obviously, honest conversation”

“you are still the most beautiful person I know…….”

—–

“why are you crying”

“…..am not ”

“..u think i am dumb ?”

—–

( can we talk for 10 more minutes)

“sure tell me”

“nothing to say”

“the silence is getting awkward”

“is it?”

“no probably not….i might sleep though like this”

“no worries…” ( i would love that)

—–

” you have got really boring”

” achhaa..”

( last call 110 minutes 10 sec)