As a part of
my new year resolution, I am gonna pen down 1 post (min 500 words) every
fortnight.
Had a bumpy start of the new year, a small accident ( more of a
mis-adventure) ending up with a fully bandaged head and a few stitches. Life
does give you a second chance, right?
Part of the problem of being hit on the head is that, it's
critical (for 24 hours or more) and that it makes you wonder about your life so
far. So much for a second chance. And while you rest, waiting to heal,
sometimes it feels like forever. Midst the mild pain, more of a discomfort
actually; thoughts hover around; most of them fly away while some settle down.
I won't say it's a recap of your life, because only some passages come by more
strongly than the others. One such passage came by for me too...
I realized that in all these years as an adult, when I have been
away from home, when I have withered against the storms of life, built my
understanding of how life functions (still no idea though), helped by my
friends, colleagues, acquaintances, competitors; and even strangers,
there is a part of me which I have overlooked.
I don’t remember being pampered so can’t say that I miss it. I don’t
remember the feeling of being deeply cared for (though I know there are many
who do). All these years away from home, I have been the one who is supposedly –
‘strong’(emotionally), ‘sensible’, the ‘idea person’ and may be the ‘go to
person’ when all other things don’t work. Though I think I have always been there
for a lot of people (I know I haven’t for a whole lot of others).
So when I am lying down, recuperating from this ‘bump on the head’,
I feel it’s my time to get back to life with a new rigor. I feel I have been
too much measured (in terms of my approach towards life) for my own good, and
it’s actually time to start having some fun.
The other good thing which has happened in the meantime is that I
got the opportunity to get back to reading books. Actually I have been reading
books in the past 2 weeks like never before. I am already on to my 6th
book of the year 2015 and it’s only been 17 days. The following books have now
been part of my brain stack:
1. The Pregnant King – Devdutt Pattnaik
2. Private India – James Patterson &
Ashwin Sanghi
3. I am Malala – Malala Yusufzai &
Christina Lamb
4. Asura – The Tale of the vanquished – Anand Neelakantan
5. What Color is your parachute – Richard N.
Bolles
6. now reading - Karna’s Wife – Kavita Kane
I realized that there is so much to learn from our glorious Indian
mythology literature. Watching the epic Ramayanas and the Mahabharatas from the
perspective of different characters have been a revelation and sometimes eye
openers in terms of how biased are we in our lives. How do we know what’s right
or wrong? How are we sure about anything and everything?
Having said all that, I’m thankful to a lot of people around me
that life’s been beautiful so far because of each one of you. And I
know I have you with me till the end.
Some of these thoughts precipitated by the beautiful gesture of a friend who showed up with flowers. And the thought stuck in my head - "Strong people don't mind flowers once in a while".
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