Overcome by grief, misery and sheer sorrow, I surprisingly fumble for the keys on my keyboard as the eligy keeps resounding in my eardrums. Visions of oneself in the mirror is uplifting to most normal civilized mortals, yet today every time I look at myself in the mirror, I feel like I'm staring at Medusa and death swallowing me whole seems to be a lot more delightfully satisfactory. The change is unequivocally apparent, too prominent to warrant omission and too cruciating for my delicate soul to digest. The damage has been done, and whether striking compensation and metamorphosis to indemnify the loss will occur, only time can tell. After five and a half months of fierce war, raging battles and conversational hostilites, my parents finally persuade me, or rather horsepower me into losing my darling honeybunch tresses, my treasured possession, the love of my life, the essence of my soul, and now - Gone! Gone with the wind, gone for eternity, either swallowed by the vast emptiness of Onyx recycling plants, or manifested itself in the depths of the plastic bin outside the salon!
Ouch! It Hurt! As the sparkling aluminium scissor blades went 'snip snip' I could literally feel my heart being placed on the platter and a school of vicious piranhas feasting on it with delight, devouring them as if there were no tomorrow, thanking their lucky stars that Christmas had come early - Hallelujah! Being born into an orthodox staunch Iyengar family (And no, you ignorant dorks, Iyengars have nothing to do with Kabbalah. Why, we don't even listen to Madonna!) there are certain mandatory regulations to be upheld. But I guess luck shone in the horizon, my family were not the 'gaga' kind, whipping children with manicured fingernails and electric blue hair-streaks. Yet they were a little skeptical about my sporting eight inch strands of conditioned hair down my face while going for weekly poojas in the temple, and occasionally they raised a feeble complaint but which were drowned by my pitied pleas for its existence. Over a period of time, I guess they learnt to overpower my petitions and with my recent results being a dismal letdown, they grabbed the platinum opportunity to drop the axe. No points for guessing that I had to oblige, and here I am - with stereotype short hair which makes me look like some kind of retarded inter-galactic bounty hunter scanning the ether and being so jobless to grow staggering long hair and then mercilessly slice it off immediately thus making the efforts futile and bland. But lets face it, I liked it unkempt and messy. Well, you have complaints too? Try a wishing well, because I'd turn a deaf ear!
Life is comparison, and having witnessed the wavy slicked back hair seventeen times a day, it makes me feel so weird to stare at myself in the mirror. Even the darned comb runs through my hair so fast, it brings cherished memories that prick my already auburn oven-roasted heart! And the look on my face - No mastercard would ever fit the bill this time! Its priceless! Even the guy at the salon reciprocated my nostalgia as he humbly did his job to perfection and watched me transmogrify into a freak! Such is life people. It gives you pleasures you could drool on and suddenly takes its toll, leaving you stranded, wrecked and swamped by insignificance, making you feel wasted and spiritless, while your shouts for assistance get immobilized by your own melancholy. After this fiasco, I needed no Bodhi tree to stimulate my wisdom! My advice - Don't grow long hair when you feel you might be opposed. But if you want to, well then Fight! Fight till the very end people, because life more or less boils down to Charles Darwin - Survival of the fittest!
- Supermur...
Wednesday, July 25, 2007
Friday, July 6, 2007
The Ultimate Choice
"It's choice--not chance--that determines your destiny."
- Jean Neditch
Words of wisdom, aptly put forth by a woman whose enlightenment can be attributed to her valiant struggle for survival.
Choices are inevitable, quintessential components of every mortal's existence, which could prominently make his destiny, dazzling or devastating, depending on the outcome. There are such moments in life, when pursuing that epic journey to paradise, after painstakingly crossing a winding stretch of road where life was highly fatiguing and laborious, we find ourselves at a fork, where all our past industry is let to hang loose by a thin delicate length of string which goes by the name 'choice'. When situations become this demanding, instead of focusing on a befitting selection, we keep brooding over the consequence of negativity and as our minds get shrouded by the mist of tension, we falter and eventually end up making an incorrect or unsuitable choice. These are the times when we should learn to boost our confidence coefficients and work to getting ourselves out of the mess unscathed. Sometimes, I feel it is wiser to go for the straightforward choice that might not boast of any attractive yield, but has lesser to lose, than go for the hazy one which you think might be vaguely productive.
Priorities are of paramount importance in this material world, where the hierarchy if flawed could lead to cataclysmic after-effects. The reason for my substantiation on this very subject is the result of a gloomy period of life generated by a series of rash decisions, inaccurate prioritizing and a deficient approach towards tackling tight situations. Choices need not necessarily be the ones faced when our dear future is placed on a precarious perch, the course of which lies in the hands of the decisions indeterminate. They could lie in the simplest of places and in the gentlest of times and yet be so taxing that they would make you wonder if pole-vaulting the Great Wall of China would have been a little more unburdensome.
Life is not always a walk in the park and those who have emerged victorious were not just proficient, skilled workaholics, but were ones who had made precise choices at approppriate stages, because after all, the ability to choose is not a blessing, but a privilege. At any point of time, whatsoever be the endeavour to be undertaken, there is always a choice and failure can definitely be eluded. If it becomes otherwise, it might only be the culmination of a previous erroneous choice that has brought the person to the edge of the cliff.
Wisdom as a germination of bitter experiences is always a prized possession that will have a lasting impact on the delicate human soul. Lessons are best learnt from one's own blunders, and it is mandatory that they find application in the near future. Ignorance is bliss is a philosophy not worth utilisation when it comes to choices. Excessive scrutiny might also lead to jeopardy at times, so it is essential that we make right choices and quick ones. Though the products they endorse might not be worth a penny, watching Telebrands does pay because it was what told me 'Choose Wisely - Live Well!!'.
- Supermur
- Jean Neditch
Words of wisdom, aptly put forth by a woman whose enlightenment can be attributed to her valiant struggle for survival.
Choices are inevitable, quintessential components of every mortal's existence, which could prominently make his destiny, dazzling or devastating, depending on the outcome. There are such moments in life, when pursuing that epic journey to paradise, after painstakingly crossing a winding stretch of road where life was highly fatiguing and laborious, we find ourselves at a fork, where all our past industry is let to hang loose by a thin delicate length of string which goes by the name 'choice'. When situations become this demanding, instead of focusing on a befitting selection, we keep brooding over the consequence of negativity and as our minds get shrouded by the mist of tension, we falter and eventually end up making an incorrect or unsuitable choice. These are the times when we should learn to boost our confidence coefficients and work to getting ourselves out of the mess unscathed. Sometimes, I feel it is wiser to go for the straightforward choice that might not boast of any attractive yield, but has lesser to lose, than go for the hazy one which you think might be vaguely productive.
Priorities are of paramount importance in this material world, where the hierarchy if flawed could lead to cataclysmic after-effects. The reason for my substantiation on this very subject is the result of a gloomy period of life generated by a series of rash decisions, inaccurate prioritizing and a deficient approach towards tackling tight situations. Choices need not necessarily be the ones faced when our dear future is placed on a precarious perch, the course of which lies in the hands of the decisions indeterminate. They could lie in the simplest of places and in the gentlest of times and yet be so taxing that they would make you wonder if pole-vaulting the Great Wall of China would have been a little more unburdensome.
Life is not always a walk in the park and those who have emerged victorious were not just proficient, skilled workaholics, but were ones who had made precise choices at approppriate stages, because after all, the ability to choose is not a blessing, but a privilege. At any point of time, whatsoever be the endeavour to be undertaken, there is always a choice and failure can definitely be eluded. If it becomes otherwise, it might only be the culmination of a previous erroneous choice that has brought the person to the edge of the cliff.
Wisdom as a germination of bitter experiences is always a prized possession that will have a lasting impact on the delicate human soul. Lessons are best learnt from one's own blunders, and it is mandatory that they find application in the near future. Ignorance is bliss is a philosophy not worth utilisation when it comes to choices. Excessive scrutiny might also lead to jeopardy at times, so it is essential that we make right choices and quick ones. Though the products they endorse might not be worth a penny, watching Telebrands does pay because it was what told me 'Choose Wisely - Live Well!!'.
- Supermur
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