I have been guided by my soul on a journey to rediscover my ‘real’ self …or rather unravel my true self that got buried, deep down due to my circumstances and situations of the life I took birth in offered to me. Surprisingly, that ‘me’ didn’t die in spite of how brutal the moments were…I was suffocated and choked and yet “I survived” deep under the debris i have been living in. I took pride in it too all these growing up years on how i was a survivor. I even got applauded for it and awed to be a brave heart. Yet, over time, something within, cringed to identify with the prideful survivor’s title. I knew there was a deeper hidden truth to my existence and surviving was just not it. The only way I thought, I could even get a glimpse of my truth was to start dig deep within the buried layers , layers of ugly dirt that had not only gathered through my surviving years but got so thick, stinky, hard and unbearable to even revisit. It had become impossible to even fathom making an effort to even begin break through it. It not only required courage to begin with, but also has been a rough journey I set myself for, of revisiting every unbreakable layer, experiencing the disgust of the stink it had gathered over the years, witnessing and re living every ugly reality of that moment, seeing how helplessly I gave in to it, in my innocence and began to believe it was ‘my’ truth, have fears grip me, paralyzing me in the now denying me of my own goodness i’ve earned, shatter me down into pieces that looked impossible to gather me back again. Yet i am at it and allowing for once …
It has needed immense strength to allow this destruction of the self, I no longer identify with. It has been excruciatingly painful. Yet the glimpse of the aliveness and freedom, I sense in my heart and soul that awaits me just keeps prodding me, to this time allow the destruction to happen and pleads me to bring it to it’s ultimate completion.
Its only sheer grace, that is helping me tap into the universal strength within me, guiding me to be on this liberating path to the ‘authentic me’. At this moment, I don’t even know how long this journey is or where it will lead me or what will it reveal to me …yet this time it’s not my heart but my soul that’s pleading me to allow this journey to happen, to wander, to get lost, to breakdown, to break loose, to discover new paths for myself and just flow courageously in complete surrender to experience my destiny !
At times, I wish endlessly for the moment to come …
At times, I wish the moment may never cease …
At times, I wish I could live the moment whenever…
At times, I wish I could create that magic forever …
Living each moment to it’s fullest makes it worth cherishing …
Cherishing each moment truly makes life worth living …
So why not just enjoy the moment!
Recently on my trip to Thailand I spent a day in and around the ocean and was admiring god’s unique creation . The ocean never fails to fascinate me and each time I spend time by it’s side it has always given much more than I could ever ask for. This time too from the shore I began to admire it’s vastness, as I ventured into the same I was in awe of it’s depth, it’s colours and shades fascinated me, it was a miracle to see how it’s depth, force and very nature of water could destroy life and the very same miracle nurtured and housed all sorts of creations within it’s self with ease. The ocean to me demonstrated it’s might, ego and humility at the same go. It taught me lessons of life yet again …
I wondered how the ocean has been gifted with so many diversities. As
I admired and pondered further I realized that the ocean’s beauty in totally, that I admired was actually a gift of various contributions it had received in it’s journey to become what I admired it as today …yes the ocean wouldn’t have been so vast had it not been for the contributions from various rivers and streams that gave themselves selflessly to the ocean. The clouds, the rain, the sun too unconditionally contributed to it’s beauty. The mother earth in all it’s humility gathered and held together the ocean in it’s arms nurturing it and teaching it lessons of humbleness inspite of it’s might, to keep itself confined to it’s own boundaries. . . It’s depth, humility, force, lessons were not it’s own but blessings from all it’s contributors. It is these contributions that had made the ocean a miracle of the universe.
Similarly off late I was admiring my own miraculous life and what I had become today . Which as you would realize is something I am very very happy and humbled about. What I see of my self today was not something I ever anticipated in my childhood or for that matter in my growing up years too. For that matter I didn’t even realized what each situation or person that I liked or disliked did to me untill very recently.
In my unawareness I never realized how each incident and person kept making their selfless contribution to my existence that I experience today. The contributions have gifted me my will power, my never say die attitude, experiences of grace & unconditional love, made me believe in miracles, showed me how there is light after every dark tunnel, made me realize how every trying situation only polished my strengths and brought forth my true inner beauty, they taught me lessons of humbleness, true love, divine surrender, soul connections, compassion and truly what relationships and family mean.Each contribution enriched me as an individual and still continues to do so. I am what I am thanks to all wonderful contributions I have been blessed with.
While it may be difficult to reach out to each contributor to acknowledge and thank them from the depth of my heart. This post of mine today is a dedication and a big thank you to each and every contributor to my life. Just as the ocean, it is these blessings contributed towards my life that make it yet another miracle of the universe !
It’s fun to fancy where the flight of fancy can take me …
Fancy resting on a soft cloudy hammock –that too on a beautiful sunny Monday morning…
Fancy sipping away strawberry milkshake from a free flowing ocean – that too guilt free!
Fancy hopping around in your dream land in a Kangaroo’s pocket – totally pollution free !
Fancy waking up amongst petals of a beautiful sunflower to the early morning rays of the sun
Fancy flying way in the beautiful blue vast skies chirping like a beautiful little bird
Fancy walking at a beach with white soft sands, crystal blue waters and pink dolphins playing away with mystical divine angels
My fancy to fancy the flight of fancy seem to make want to fancy all along … 🙂
I think, I am going to now take off on my new found flight of fancy
And explore a whole new world of fun, a world quite unknown, a world I can call my own !
Yes yet again my post is inspired by a film and why not ? Whoever said only films are suppose to be inspired by life’s happening. I totally loved the film and performances and surely think Farhan Akthar is too cute, hot and very talented. However what this post is about is the concept ‘Luck by chance’ a carelessly used term and the brilliant irony expressed by the writer on what truly defines ‘Luck’ and the role it plays in each ones life.I loved the protagonist expression about how ‘we chose our successes and failures’ and ‘how one has to work towards one’s goals walking with faith on the path choosen and how faith makes the chosen path the right one.’
This is a subject specially close to my heart and something that I truly have experienced in my life and understood it better with each passing experience. I had always heard the cliché “ Success is 70% hard work and 30% luck” however over the years I have begun to understand its true underline meaning …surely Hard work is the key yet according to my understanding luck is a factor of an undeterred intent and choices that one makes.
Everyone is born lucky yet only a few make it big in life. It’s never about luck or being at the right place at the right time however it is making the best of every moment and trusting that everything is happening for a big reason which eventually leads one to the right place at the right time.
I remember few years back when I got a job at Lintas without being a post graduate I heard people tell me “ You got lucky, I see !”. I didn’t like the sound of it. It made me feel undeserving in their eyes. I knew I was hard working and may be that had paid. That’s when my dear friend Mayank had told me “ Tell them, It’s not luck but I am fortunate !”. At that point I liked the tone of it . Thought it was an assertive way of putting things across however today I realize it meant much more …now the saying ‘Fortune favours the brave’ makes more sense to me and understand it’s connect. Yes one has to be brave and keep on moving on the path chosen and believe that one day he would be lead to his destiny.
Hence everyone is lucky yet only a few are fortunate …I guess that’s coz they choose their luck by their choices and not by chance !
The underdog by definition is “One that is expected to lose a contest or struggle.
One that is at a disadvantage”
Ironic and contrary to the definition as it may seem… 2009 seems to be the year where the Underdog is surely the winner. Be it president Barack Obama or the film based on an underdog –The Slumdog Millionaire the most recent examples to quote and that inspire me beyond words. I have been thinking on the subject for a while and seem to personally relate to it, thus writing this post.
It’s funny who and what defines an underdog. Plenty of failures or struggles,and why should that be ? I wonder often !
While failures or struggles make one seem as a ‘looser’ what according to me gets unnoticed is the fact that inspite of the ugly reality, the will and persistence to get up each time and win someday is worth noticing. Enduring failures or struggles is a big strength that gets the least importance over one who is always a WINNER. I remember someone wise once said “ Failure is not falling down but refusing to stand after falling down”.
Most often the so called underdog is the one who is worldly wise and learns from his/her own personal life experiences. Life is the greatest teachers of them all. The day the Underdog gets noticed for its true potential and takes charge of situations it usually a turning point and surely makes the world turn heads in awe!
The underdog often has the capability and capacity to deal with risk with ease. He/she drives their energy and vigour from Faith and Fear specially one of failure seems to have diminished over time and circumstances . I think overtime their chaze of materialistic possessions becomes minimalistic and their true passion lies is making a difference and following one’s true calling. I guess that’s what makes them WIN eventually. And what I find ironic is that name, fame, money and power by default fall in their lap. They are driven by their heart, derive inspiration from their surroundings and their tough painful bruises from failures and struggles of the past, pump in the energy to keep them going to achieve their true purpose or destiny. And as the movie Slumdog millionare quotes “ It has been written” and is a blue print of their life that they have pre chosen.
I sincerely do pray that the so called UNDERDOG in 2009 change worldly perception and redefines himself/herself to showcase their true potential.
Rush of excitement,
A pinch of fear,
Dash of revived confidence,
Nostalgia of the past,
YES, it’s a new begining
It’s a new journey I embark upon…
And I know as all journies this too will open magical doors to myself !