Showing posts with label Experience. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Experience. Show all posts

March 24, 2016

P for Perspective



mylifeisnowhere

What did you read above? Was it- my life is no where? Or was it- my life is now here?

Beyond junior classes, as a student I was a disaster! And the magnitude of it kept scaling up. But one thing that has always worked to my advantage is my ability to look at situations with different perspectives. Perspective- this one eleven letter word has a wide meaning and holds tremendous value to it. It makes the difference of heaven and hell for the same given setting. Both logic and humour demand that the person dealing with them be able to look at facts with multiple angles and in different lights. No wonder people who have good sense of humour are smart! Being able to come up with a different perspective on the same situation may even lead you to see the positive side of a seemingly bad situation or come up with a significantly better solution, perhaps even a game-changer . It all depends on your standpoint on the given event. There is this famous story of two shoe salesmen who were sent to Africa to see if there was a market for their product. The first salesman reported back, “This is a terrible business opportunity, no-one here wears shoes.” The second salesman reported, “This is a fantastic business opportunity, no-one here wears shoes!” The point is when you begin looking at the same issue with a different thinking hat, you might just focus on the opportunity in difficulty than difficulty in the opportunity.

When I look back at my life, I see that somehow I had a natural propensity to question the employed rationality and sometimes have a differing view from the one presented. I was in a junior class when I noticed something on the educational notice board of our school. It read- “What’s in a name. By William Shakespeare”.  Even though I did not know the meaning of the term paradox, I could laugh at the contradiction in the sentence. There was another instance of my early schooling when I commented in our maths class that square is simply a special case of a rectangle, to which the teacher chided me and warned me against voicing my irrelevant and stupid thoughts in class. But the earliest instance I can recall is of when I was in a much junior class, maybe 1st or 2nd .My Hindi teacher, Chauhan mam, a very sweet lady who used to tell us fables to inculcate morals in us, narrated a story in class.

There was once a boy who, while entering his home at night, saw that the concrete water tank had a hole and water was flowing out if it. He realised that the seepage, if left unattended, would not only lead to the loss of all the water but might also damage nursery under it. He inserted his finger in the hole and stood there all through the cold night. In the morning when his mother realized what the boy did, she was proud of his dedication towards the house and also rewarded him for his dutiful behaviour. Hence the lesson we learn is that at times you need to do things that require will-power and sacrifice for family and others.

At the end of this story I asked her- “but mam...why did he stand there with his finger in the hole all night...he could have stuck a stick in it for the night, and then get it repaired the next day”. Some of my classmates were laughing, and many did not get it. As sweet as Chauhan mam was, she did not scold me or kick me out of the class as many of the teachers over the following years of my schooling did. In fact, she smiled to it. Though the idea of telling this story was to preach sacrifice and responsibility, but perhaps she too came to recognise the futility of the boy’s well-intentioned endeavour. Or maybe she was too kind to discourage a young mind questioning the way things go around. I too learnt something that day. Many a time in life one works very hard or does something rigorous and feel very content wherein actually that action perhaps was completely or partially unnecessary or could have been done in a smarter way, which is not necessarily tantamount to being lazy or foxily avoiding hard work. All it means is that one is smart enough to do it in a simpler way. When I was very young, people in our locality would fill their room coolers with buckets of water that they would carry all the way from their bathroom to the cooler...and then there were people who would simply use a pipe. This of course does not apply to places where doing the work in the traditional way would be of some value addition over the simpler alternative. Instead of solving the set of questions given by his teacher if a student simply copies them from internet then that would defeat the very purpose of the assignment. But if the work does not add any value as such and can be done in a simpler way, I see no reason why the efficient should not replace the traditional or prevalent.


Toh yaad rakho doston, zindagi mein har jagah ungli daal ke khade nahi ho jaana hota, kabhi kabhi lakdi fasa ke aage bad lena hota hai! Also, at times,you need not completely solve the problem then and there... just to fix it for then and move on to more pressing concerns :-)



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Happened to find this class picture from the same class



September 21, 2012

The Journey of Life



It’s been exactly one year. It was the night of 31st of May 2011 that I was in a train to Pathankot from where I would board a bus to Dharamsala. I had written my last exam of a degree that I neither had any interest in nor had any skill for, and thus could not garner the same numerical value of the accrued credits as most of my classmates did. Four years of college life had culminated in a glaring nothing. I certainly did not make many friends while I was in college. However, what really disheartened me was fact that my life was heading nowhere…in all possible interpretations of the statement. My academic life ever since high school had been a series of disasters, one bigger than another. And this continued at college too. Hence I was at a stage in life where I had no real educational qualification and very limited employability. The only jobs that I could think of were those in BPO or of a Medical Representative. Career was not the only dark aspect of my life. All that could possibly go wrong was wrong. There was nothing that I could think of and with each day I felt as if I was being sucked in by a black hole of disappointment and a sense of failure.

Out of an unexplainable state of mind, I packed my bag with whatever I found handy, collected whatever money I had and went to the railway station to head to Dharamshala, where a classmate was posted for his first job. I guess I just desperately wanted to get away from all the worries and seek some solace in being at least physically away from all that would tell me that I was in a spot that was far from desirable. I bought an 80-rupee general bogie ticket and boarded a second class compartment in a desperate hope that that I may get away with it, no luck here either.


There I was in the train, the midnight of 31st May 2011…exactly one year back as I write this. I lay by the window through which the cool breeze could fall onto my face. The rhythmic noise of the train was lost in the quietness of the night. Vision could see as far as it could across the sprawling fields. But this serenity, this tranquility, this reinvigorating atmosphere, this calmness repeatedly caused me to ponder on all that was wrong in my life. No base to build a career on, no clear direction to walk in, no educational degree, neither capital nor idea to start something by myself, hardly any real options.  An equally disappointing and saddening tale of personal relationships. One lost to the realities of life and one to reasons I was clueless of. I would time and again wonder and try to find some answer to the question- how did things go this way between me and her when there was hardly anything wrong? When did it took this turn? Another blow came from him whom I valued most. Most trusted and loved friend of over a decade had turned hostile for “love”…classic bollywood plot where an a lascivious seductress robs a person of his senses to turn him against his own. And she turned out to be really good. Apart fom all this, we had lost a property-related case. And other family members were grappling with more pressing concerns.

I had absolutely no idea of where this train of life was taking me. I wasn't shattered or broken, nor had I given up on myself, but it was this race of thoughts and flash of images that I simply could not drive off my mind. I thought thoughtlessly of what all had gone wrong and where all I was at fault. I pondered haphazardly from personal life to career to family to lost friends…I just lay and thought for hours, to the point where my mind got numb. I reached a saturation point where I could not think any longer…and then I kept thinking. I would always remember that night.

It’s been exactly one year..…I am about to set my foot in the same train, on the night of the same date,  to the same destination…only difference is that this time my mind is a lot more aligned. No year in my life has been more generous and prosperous as has been the one from that night to this. I am not very successful, nor have I found my “ultimate soul-mate” , as they say, nor have I made peace with my old friend who turned hostile. And I haven’t made any academic advancement either (not in reality ;)).  It’s just that I have realised that no matter how intricately interwinded, the threads of life do get untangled with time and though initially the darkness may preclude you from discerning the path ahead, but if you allow your eyes, your innerself to get acclimatized to the darkness, you’ll see that there is light at the end of the tunnel. Just because you presently do not have answers to your questions doesn't mean that there aren't any. It may take time but sooner or later one of the two things will happen- either you will find the answers or the questions would become irrelevant. Most of the factors that worry us are outright baseless and the remaining ones would either be solved with time, or be conquered through persistent efforts or be of such nature that you will learn to live with them. So ultimately, everything passes. So whatever the present pain be, whatever the dark phase be…remember it is all a part of a great plan. It is all, as the Vaishnavas believe, the part of a story HE has written for you. And remember- HE writes only best sellers!!!