The seat next to me...

Hey there,

Yes you, the lone wolf! I appreciate your survival.

I know, Life is the most erratic of all. But no, not the bombshells every time. Life isn't that harsh to roast you every fckin time macha. 

Sometimes life is too busy to think of you, that it just fulfil the wish you have. The thing you've wanted from so long, desperately, could be all yours. You could end up getting the thing you wanted & not everyone knows about this mysterious hush-hush, which Rhonda Byrne quoted as "The Secret", so think wisely.

You should wish for a whirlwind, at least you would end up getting a "Hawa ka jhoka" (a mild gust), which is not bad either.

Okay, so keeping the book stuff apart, I personally feel that it's not always you, your mind & your thoughts in this chapter of life, a life more or less be yours. As I've already told you in the last blog that we are the puppets and the strings are with life. 

We wish for things or living, who ask for it like, I want it in this way & by this procedure only? No, we don't. 

We just want the chocolate, who cares for how it is made & how you get it? No one gives a damn.

Life will give you, definitely, but the way? that won't be of your choice. Expect the unexpected, my dear.

Life can be on your side
or the other, but for a reason, that's for sure.

Some meets with unknowns, some happenings on the go, some incidents and accidents are just a part of the path to whatever you desire for. Every tick of this journey has an eloquent lesson for you to shape & make you for the time you wished for.

On the path, everyone is temporary, except for the blood ones. Those temporary people are in your life for a purpose, to teach you or to learn from you. They're there to celebrate your birth or to cry on your funeral, else everywhere it's just YOU! alone, fighting, striving, hustling & living.

Known people are like an ocean for us, few parts are known as its visible, but you can't see the deep pools of dark mysteries. This is not the case with unknowns, the strangers. They open their heart out if they sense you as the right one. Ofcourse I'm not talking about the clingy uncle-aunty types, but a sensible and genuine person with a good amount of knowledge, who knows how to behave, how to be a bit savoir-faire.

Once when I was in Delhi for a couple of months, I used to commute from Paharganj to Sansad Marg by bus. On the very first week, I didn't find anyone worth talking to, but after a week or two, I found an aunt in the bus. She was sitting on my favourite seat, that's the window seat beside the door. I managed to sit on the seat next to it.

She was the age-old lady. The one with common Indian dressing, visibly happy with a grinning face, calm, composed and decent. She initiated the conversation on the first day. We met for almost a week continuously.

Every day, she used to share something which motivates me a little more than the previous day. Her stories don't seem to be scripted. More than the office, I was excited every morning to hear today's story. Those stories were not a fairytale kinda or some Raja-Rani (King-Queen) types. It was all her life, her struggle & the misery.

I got to know she was a sweeper at an office next to mine, and that day I ascertain the fact that poise and deportment are to be cultivated by choice, not by the profession.

The first day was so satisfying that the next day she herself booked a seat for me, this time the window seat, & the same goes on for the week. She was a true Gentlewoman.

One fine day when she thought we connected with our minds, her story was that- how she escaped from her son's house at Gaziabaad, who used to treat her as a household drudge. She left Gaziabaad with no hopes, alone in Delhi, making her life like a youngster hustling in his 20s.

Her story that day taught me, Everything & Everyone is temporary; this time, including the blood ones. They're there for a reason as I said.

The next day, I clasp the door of the No. 181A bus and what I saw was sad though. The seat next to me was empty. Even she was temporary I guessed, to teach me some life lessons worth listening for.

As I said, the path is not our choice, but it gives the best experience, whatsoever.

So think of your life to be the best, the best of your kind. Fight for it and cherish the path as much as the destination. Meet the people, learn, but don't be attached. Coz after all, it's the solitary life, you alone have to fight.

So, you my champ.

Yes you, the lone wolf! I appreciate your survival.

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The Life before Death

Well Good Morning, for whatever the time is!

Let's feel fresh for a while.
Who knows when life's gonna end? Let's have a cup of tea to start it fresh from wherever you are now.
Coz it's never late to begin.

Life has been a constant fickle at times when we want it to be clear and stable. We choose life to be a slave of ours, we want to drive it no matter how harsh the driving might end up to be. We think that our life needs to work the way we want, which might be the words of fact for some of you, in your early days of hustle. Everyone has a hot and warm blood, with a fire within to achieve whatever is there in mind, whatever that gives them a kick within.
But...
What if you get to know that those plans of ten years down the line is nothing but a hallucination, and you are left with a week or month or a year at the most.

Ever thought of it?
Take a moment and pile your wishes, your goals, your plans into one place. Now figure out what time will it take to get this all.
A whole life? May be Yes!

You sacrificed some or the other thing for this till now? Definitely, you would've. Otherwise, it's not what you ever wanted, coz you didn't even fought for it champ.
Okay, I consider you want it desperately.
What next?
Your life is gonna end as I said, in a week or a month. Now there's no dream, now there's no milestones, no pain, no sacrifices and it's no more a hustle.

Now is the time to get down to reality. Life has these strings in hand and we are the puppets. The one without soul, lifeless & poor.

I have a short story,
Once an entrepreneur full of ideas, plans, goals & whatnot, was on his path to become what he wants. He never has had anything less to live with. A well-furnished flat in the city centre, that too in a reputed society, a sweet & loving wife, a child he was blessed with, two months before & a lavish sedan car. What I forgot to mention was his well-settled startup, with a decent outcome.
An entrepreneur tends to have an insatiable appetite. Infact, it's the human mentality. The more you get, the more you wish. No one wants to know the world above it.
He wanted his company to scale the ladder of fundings and make more & more profits, counting more notes. Several sleepless nights, constant work schedule & quite a few mental breakdowns, but who cares! we just want to excel. The time he was supposed to spend with family is been spent in the office. Consider a few nights as well. Also to put a highlight on the personality, get yourself known to the fact that he met his son all about 8 to 10 times hardly. He has put his blood & sweat into it for the time till now & guess what!

One fine day, like his early attacks, he got one again. But fortunately, he was at home this time. His wife took him to the hospital and was stuck to the mind-boggling words of Doctor which states that the brain tumour her husband has, was in the last stage.
So, what about his startup?
Fuck all...
He has just 20 days to live, maybe less but not more.
That night, he was through all his life till date, but not the next day.

The next day was a new life. He started to cherish the presence of his lady. He woke up early to catch the early morning sunshine which he hasn't seen for a while. Watching at that orange sky, his emotions were all naked. The regret was within but not on the lips, for the time he took for granted. He who used to deliver speech fearlessly in a crowded auditorium, is now shivering to utter a single word in front of his own wife. He wanted to play with his child all over again, but his tears would pop out of guilt.
He then managed somehow & lived the life more personally and not (or less) professionally.
He can see his end, so he wanted to do everything his heart ever wanted.
Remember "Your heart has those wishes which are always quashed under the materialistic wishes of mind", coz it has the control whatsoever.
You must have to go through this kind of phase to know what your heart really wants.

Imagine yourself in his place.
Imagine for a while.

“Not life, but good life, is to be chiefly valued.” – Socrates

Why can't we have a balanced life?
A life where you earn as much as you want, maybe a little more. A life where you'll have a little spare time for your loved ones, to share some thoughts, feelings and advices.
A life of living and not suffering!

Those 20 days of his life were tougher than anything he could imagine of. Even worse than the death itself.  Getting through this phase is an invitation to all-time depression and a want for an early and permanent leave as well.

So, now that you know the key, you don't need to suffer through those malignant thoughts.
Love your loved ones more than they do & invest in them more than what you get in return.
Keep in mind that material wealth is mortal.

Live your life like you have this one single day, the next day is a mirage. You'll get to know what it is when you get close to it.
So, rest for a while, think of it & say a fresh Good Morning to your life to start it all over again.
Coz you know, It's never late to begin!

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