Little things in life

These days I have noticed that I get cranky about anything and everything..
The pimples on my face, the shabby work of my maid, to how shallow some people can be? Apparently none of which is in my control. Or for that matter I realize I do not have any license to go and transform the world..The mindless competition
that people have for the car they possess, to what position they have reached..Damn
The more I deep dive into this well of insignificant episodes, the more I shield myself from the beauty of life...

A cup of simmering ginger tea...or having the best bonus of sleep for few more minutes
The little baby that crossed by...A handsome hunk who compels me to sigh. Even blush :)) for that matter...yapping away to glory with my college friend instead of some stupid forward. The playful flirts of different taste of sweet n sour whenever i gulp the chattpatta panipuris..A surprise compliment by someone you least expected. a little music...maybe a different tune..dancing when no one is around...Too much happier..Too much strong...

What do i gain of these little things...no money, no appraisal, but does that mean all these are nothing? in my quest to satiate my ever long list of desires. I forgot the wonders of lil things that i could enjoy. Probably as I read from a blog "What we obtain too cheap, we esteem too lightly”

In every episode we complicate, in every share we calculate, we miss out the importance of those little things, a smile, a touch or a hug, the freshness of air in early morning sunrise, an aimless ride

On the streets, a wonderful treat by someone you least expected, a box of chocolates, the joy of giving, the thrill of experiencing new things..Makes life seem too beautiful..

A perfect end to this would be a poem written by Dave Griffith

Too often we don't realize

What we have until it is gone;

Too often we wait too late to say

"I'm sorry - I was wrong."

Sometimes it seems we hurt the ones

We hold dearest to our hearts;

And we allow foolish things

To tear our lives apart.



Far too many times we let

Unimportant things into our minds;

And then it's usually too late

To see what made us blind.



So be sure that you let people know

How much they mean to you;

Take that time to Say the words

Before your time is through.



Be sure that you appreciate

Everything you've got'

And be thankful for the Little Things

In Life that mean a lot....





~ © Dave Griffith ~

Being Human

Flashing colors, bright lights, roaring beats welcome us to yet another new year. While each year passes by, I realize that keen, poignant agonies pull me down, exposing the vagaries of a very shallow adult life. When I talk of adult life, I am reminded of words which echo from within:

“I want to describe that world beyond the window,

Even though I know it cannot be described but only revealed”.

Yes, adulthood invariably exposes me to a state of utter vitriol. Goodness and conscience are some crazy words found probably in Grandma’s dictionary. A world, where every individual seems to be an island; where every soul acts in a surreptitious way.

Where even social work is something to be highlighted in your CV. Probably there is no act which you cannot in cash.

The fact is we do not recognize ordinary people. We easily subjugate simplicity and become interpreters of modern world where all practicality suggests us to be shallow and street smart.

In this decade, therefore, let us plant seeds of pure, unadulterated goodness. Our lives be a concoction of all attributes which make us human.

I would like to sum it all with

“In this conversation we discover another possibility: living in a way, now, moment to moment, that makes a difference to life. We discover that as human beings we can live in a possibility instead of in what we have inherited, that instead of just being a human being because we were born that way, we can declare the possibility of being for human beings. This is the work of transformation: bringing forth a breakthrough in the possibility of being human.”

-Werner Erhard