Moving on..

Two years back, if I found myself alone at house, either of the below two things would have already happened. One - there would have been my gang of friends at my place dancing to loud music or debating the latest film topic. Two - I would have settled for a favorite movie of mine with my ever friendly beer or scotch. My friends would have had to bear out with my late-night-not-so-friendly calls. In short, the very idea of being alone would have excited me. This is not a I-lost-freedom-due-to-wife syndrom but rather Get-your-bachelorhood-when-wife-is-out effect!

Now, two years into the marriage and with my 7 month old 8 kilos weighing lump of myself into my life, I see things changing. I no longer crave for that high with that beer and scotch. The liking is still there. No doubt. But when I find my house empty, it leaves a craving for that furless ball kicking on my face or laughing with his toothless gums; those piercing eyes looking straight inside my mind and rearranging my priorities.

I guess am moving on. As I did from my childhood toys and bicycle. As I did from my favorite adoloscent hauntings and Chennai. The liking is still there but there is no craving. The good memories are still there but nothing urging to go back.

Which makes me think - Is life just a journey and not a destination?

Secret of Success

In any culture, the bridegroom gets that special treatment during the marriage from the bride, in-laws, relatives, etc. It subsides gradually as time passes. Still I know of some people who have that 'respect' at their home and in-laws place for long years now.

Now I thought how do they retain it?

Simple.

They will sweat it outside to grow up in life. On the way, they would meet with the choicest abuses from their bosses, peers, subordinates. Yet, they will keep pushing and pulling to get ahead.

Such people who face the f**k in the outside world are the ones who face the flute at home. Because, they succeed in life by crawling through s**t (as Red says in Shawshank Redemption).

No pain, no gain.

Life aka Casino (The Gita way)

What are you born for?

Imagine.

You walk into a casino. The guy who opens the door gives you a set of chips (aka money aka friends aka relatives aka whatever-f**k-you-can-think-about). There is only one rule. You got to spend every damn chip in the floor. Nothing goes with you when you walk out of the casino!

So, what do you do?

Some play fast; lose all chips.

Some play slow and steady; eventually lose all chips.

Some do not play at all and keep watching others play; eventually are forcefully emptied.

What is the loss? Chips, you think. Nothing! What did you f**king own in the first place to lose?

Till the above statement, it is very clear in Gita.

The only new thing I can think of which is not covered in any holy book is that you are not only playing with the chips but you are a/the f**king chip for someone else. That adds a new and profound meaning to your life. So when someone rolls a dice somewhere, chances are that you are going to be tossed around! Exciting life, eh!

:)