Pursuit of my Happyness

A day you always crave for, (apart from the day of the month, where you receive your paycheck) is your ‘Birthday’. As the month of your birthday begins, you start a countdown on the calendar that you never referred to in the entire year. Anxiety and excitement begin to see-saw up and down with every passing minute. Friends start planning discretely for a surprise one week before. Mom and dad are inquiring about the birthday gift, whereas rather than being honest you pretend to be modest. 

Finally the day before your birthday arrives. Your enthusiasm knows no bounds.

This year on the eleventh September, my supposedly high spirits seemed to be low. Coincidentally, my birthday and the One-Act Drama Competition were clashing on the same date. Before the big day, I had left from my college at seven in the evening after the exhausting rehearsals of the drama we were performing the next morning. Glancing at my phone, all of a sudden made me realize that next day was not only my big competition but also my birthday. All the excitement fizzed out to anxiety.

The next day’s performance was to decide the mood of my birthday. I had dinner with my parents. Prepared for tomorrow and crashed onto the bed. My best day of the year begun with the constant ringing of my phone and my parents standing in front of me wishing me birthday wishes. It was twelve by my watch and in a drowsy voice I somehow mumbled a thank you, soon followed a dozen of phone calls from friends and relatives striving hard to be the first ones to wish me. The feeling was so unique and requisite; you just never want it to end.

I somehow managed to attend the calls and then went back to my hibernating mode. After some hours, my mom woke me up, taking me to the living room; my friends from the Drama Team had shown up at my place at 4.30 in the morning. That’s when I realized what amazing true friends are. We talked cracked jokes for some time, then cut a cake and then they dispersed as we had to report to the venue of the competition at seven. This pleasant surprise had started my birthday at a very high positive note.

As me and my team reached the venue, we started focusing on the performance which we were going to. We started rehearsing our lines to avoid any fumbles on stage. It was extremely important for me to deliver a good performance, as I didn’t want my birthday to be affected nor did I want my performance to be distracted by my birthday. As I was about to go on stage, there were butterflies in my stomach. The show started, we delivered, and we were paid with a huge applause from the audience. As we stepped down the stage, we were satisfied & dissatisfied with the deliverance of our performances. The rest of the day went pretty well, received a lot of phone calls and messages.

The results were to be declared in the evening. My phone had almost run out of juice. I was heading home in a rickshaw when my phone went dead. As I got down the rickshaw my mom was standing down waiting for me, as she eagerly wanted to break the news of us winning the gold in the One-Act Drama. I was in seventh heaven, it felt like standing at the top of the world. This birthday just couldn’t have been any better. Every year this day is the one that one always craves for.

Well this year, it took me to a whole new level. (12^th Sept, 2014)

RickshawVaala TanTrums

“Boss… Mithibai College chaloge?” what later followed was an expected nod signalling a negation to my former question, as he whooshed passed me. My supposedly ‘Good morning’ got swapped with two rhythmic swear words. It was half past six in the morning, and yet one random Rickshaw driver managed to spoil your day even before it starts.

While heading towards the college, the Rickshaw driver had an all of a sudden unusual concern about his vehicle and brilliantly smooth roads of Mumbai (sarcasm implied). As I reached college, I was more worried about the driver carrying change for the hundred bucks, than getting shouted at by the professor for being late.

If you are commuting by train and you get down the station onto the main road looking out for a Rickshaw, it’s like Tsunami stricken people run in search of food, people are pouncing on a vacant Rickshaw. The driver enjoying the view, obviously gives first preference to the most good looking one of the pack of fifteen college students (and here I strictly mean girls).

Evenings are far worse than the mornings. According to the experts (which actually means frustrated people waiting for the Rickshaw), the probability of getting a seat in IIM Ahemdabad is higher than getting a rickshaw at any station. 

After years (several minutes) of waiting for a rickshaw, having no other alternative I find myself trudging my footsteps through the busy street heading towards my home.

But all kept aside, from a Rickshaw driver’s perspective his day is far worse than ours. Leaving his house at 4.30 in the morning, in search of passengers like college students (us). Some are waiting for their turn to fill gas.

We find it unbearable to sit at one place in the lectures for 3 hours, whereas these drivers don’t move from their seat for approximately 6-8 hours. Those who drive their rickshaw on rent have to return it to their respective rickshaw lenders who have a particular time deadline. But, we curse them for denying us. 

In the end, they somehow reach home, fatigued. By the time they doze off to sleep, their wake up alarm goes off, and according to their routine they are leaving their house at 4.30.

All this makes me realize, of how wrong our perceptions are about certain people, how blinded we are with our selfish wants that we overlook the miseries of the RickshawVaala. This realization dawned upon me in the evening. I was happy for my considerate mindset.

The very next day, in the morning as I waited for the rickshaw, one stopped and as I said, “Boss… Mithibai College chaloge?”, an expected nod followed and he went off. 

I just gave him a smile and involuntarily those two complimentary swear words flew out of my mouth.

Criticizing the Critics

“To avoid criticism say nothing, do nothing, be nothing.”

Well in that case you would better be dead. Criticism is something that a person who of course has a command over the language has the courage to express his/her opinion about a certain activity.

The world is filled with opinionated people, but the ones who publicly display their opinions are critics. Every week on a Saturday we see a dozens of them exhibiting their English in a newspaper in form of a crisp, brief and an intriguing description of the new releases. Our eyes are going through all that scribbling over the newspaper shifting our focus on the number of stars that the movie has received. Anything less than three and a half stars is presumed to be watched a month later on the television or on torrent, I guess.

Now what we don’t realize is that this decision that we take of not watching the movie is the opinion/perspective/point of view of the critic who has written it. It need not be necessary that you might feel the same about the movie like the critic does.

We watch a movie and then review it. What we could relate or what we felt is what we try to share it with people who haven’t watched it yet. If they have, there is a difference of opinions and then this sharing of reviews turns into a debate of opinions. Imagine this on a large scale. Now there aren't two people arguing on opinions but there is a colony of critics imposing their reviews, their stars, making the others convince why they are right.

It’s completely natural that a certain critic might have a soft corner for an actor or a director. So, it becomes very difficult for him/her to comment on a movie of that particular actor/director because the critic has to stay unbiased by giving an honest review. Now that’s a challenge.

Now, this is my opinion which I’m expressing publicly so I guess even that makes me a, “Critic who criticizes critics”.

You can rate this note if you want to. But a kind request, let it be above three and a half stars, or else people won’t read it.

INSFLURATION

(A confusion between influence and inspiration.)

*6.00 p.m* displayed on my watch as I glanced at it. My bag was ready and so was I for the gym. The sling bag hung around my shoulder, (just the way Farhan Akhtar carried it in LuckByChance) I brisk walked to the gym.I took the shoes out of the cotton bag that were in the sling bag, (like Hrithik Roshan in ZNMD while his packing for the trip).Started running on the treadmill trying to imitate Farhan Akhtar's bearing and intensity as in 'Bhaag Milkha Bhaag'. 

Inspiration plays a vital role in moulding not only our personality but also our lives.

Now,

A crooked flirt, like Barney Stinson might inspire you by his pick-up lines he uses to get girls, but the perspective of the person who is watching him, it's for him to decide whether he is being inspired/influenced.

A George Clooney, who has been the elegant gentleman face of Hollywood for years. And has displayed flamboyance through his suits, (like the Ocean's Series, Up in the Air) and a beautiful deep voice perfectly blending with his dynamic personality. He is the textbook of inspiration for 'being a gentleman'.

A Sherlock Holmes by Benedict Cumberbatch and Mr. Patrick Jane from 'The Mentalist' helps us in observing minute details in situations. And obviously all of these influence our spoken English episode after episode. But what we don't notice is that,

"We get inspired by many people, but rarely do we notice their efforts which made them an inspiration."

Influence is neutral in nature, but the person who gets influenced, his perspective decides whether it is good/bad influence. Of course, the nature of the company you mingle with, influence your behavior.

We have heard,

A rotten apple often spoils the other good apples in the basket. But what we don't notice is that, that rotten apple was once a good one, the influence spoiled it.

Sadly, the apples don't have the freedom to choose their influence. But we humans have, still unfortunately some are like apples. Unless we suffer from our choice of influence we don't learn.We often prefer to repent over things rather than making it right the very first time. It is good to be inspired by others, but it is better to influence your inspiration (not forcefully though). 

Our influence mirrors our inspiration.

ASH TURNS INTO ash

“Team Rockets Phirse Haar Gaye…” another episode of Pokemon had come to an end, as it was exactly 5.30 pm. The impatient countdown for the next episode had begun which was scheduled for the next day at 5 in the evening. I gulped down the Bournvita, tucked my sandals on and waving a goodbye to my mother who was busy preparing food for the evening. I rushed down the stairs fervently to meet my friends.

As per our routine we started off with ‘Catch Me If You Can’ which followed with ‘Lock & Key’ and then we concluded with Hide & Seek which was an all time favorite. After these three arduous games we were fatigued, lying on the grass. Only 10 minutes were remaining for the one hour to complete which Mom had allotted.

I went up to the swings in the garden. The sun had kissed the horizon and the dusty orange color was dissolving in the navy blue colored sky. I started swaying my swing to and fro taking huge oscillations. At the maximum speed and height I reached the canvas of dazzling stars. There was some extraordinary link between the dusk, the stars, the swing, the breeze that took me into a reverie.

Today after so many years when I come back to this garden of swings, the laughter echoes in the ears, and fades away. The garden is an aura of nostalgic memories. The giggles and chuckles of children are no longer heard. The monotonous creaking of the swaying of the rusty swings was the only sound which I could perceive.

I touched the rusty iron chains of the swing, and placed myself on the seat of the swing, started swaying. With a little hopefulness of experiencing the same trance which I used to experience every single day for those last 10 minutes of the allotted hour, 12 years ago.

But reality stared back at me; the swing, the garden, myself, everything was unchanged;

Priorities changed. They were responsible for the permanent loss of my reminiscence.

*MOVING ON*

Today I have all the episodes of Pokemon, but what I don’t relish anymore is impatient waiting for 24 hours for the telecast of the next 5 o clock episode.

LEISURE, ARE YOU SURE?

It starts from the evening before your last paper. You are sitting on a chair facing towards the window. You have a book in your hand which you don’t even care whether it is upside down. Just like your concentration, the mobile phone’s notification light is flickering. You are constantly checking your Facebook and WhatsApp.

Even staring at the wall and thinking of what you will be doing tomorrow evening is rather interesting than the matter you are studying. You have a million plans of spending your vacations, and ideas just keep shuffling in your mind. That night you stay up late trying to study a little bit seriously so at least the next day after the paper you don’t repent on what you wrote.
The next day arrives which you have been waiting for weeks. You try dressing up a little more immaculately than usual, as today is not any other day. You take your bag pack wish a goodbye to your mom and head on towards the few last hours of the academic torture. Due to the excitement and the eagerness of completing the paper you finish it well before time.     And there it is! Its over! A 3 month vacation has started with the submission of the paper to the invigilator. 

That moment the feeling is very empty, clueless, whether to celebrate or no. The level of excitement is so much that you get confused as to what should be your reaction. You meet friends, they are making plans of celebration, they are as happy as you are. But you are still wondering as to why are you not feeling that moment of liberation?

Because you have Grown Up. The way you used to run around in school screaming and letting the world know that your exams are over. Now it is not a big deal because according to your routine you are accustomed to do an activity every now and then.

The idea of Vacation where you just have to relax and do nothing that thought looks attractive from a distance but in real it’s a Mirage. The thought of doing nothing at all and just enjoying frightens you. That’s the reason from the very first day of the vacation you start getting bored.
You start the missing the studies which you had wanted to get rid of, some 12 hours ago. The million ideas and plans which had popped up while you were studying suddenly all of them dissolve in the emptiness of your mind and you again find yourself in the same chair facing towards the window with your phone kept aside with a flickering notification light!