Supposedly, we all have (or should have) a dream…to achieve something phenomenal. The ‘phenomenal’, however, is subject to interpretations….and hopes. For me it may be taking up cooking as my profession, for you…being an astronaut or something even fancier.
I have always been the content types amongst people around me…or atleast I think so. I don’t have any dreams. I don’t dream of being rich, of owning a house, let alone a bunglow, I don’t want a car…..I am NOT ambitious…and quite often than not, the ones who are, look down upon me….Why?...I have always failed to understand this…is it really important to sound ‘BIG’?
I have a few (small) desires, if not dreams….desires, which only I know about (for I am the desire, says my name)… probably not ‘fancy’ enough if gauged by the yardstick of ‘the ambitious elite’.
I have always wanted to live a subtle life…I live so…and thus I would like to remain excluded.
Thursday, April 14, 2011
Thursday, March 10, 2011
fortune...
When I complain about not having money, I remind myself of a family, that some 20 years back had no money for Diwali Pooja and could offer only cookies. Yet, they never complained and moved on.
When I complain of hopelessness, I remind myself of a woman, who underwent severe depression. She decided to emerge strong for her three little kids, (...and she did) eventually running her family. She is now a tower of strength to her children…and her husband.
When I complain about a burdensome life, I remind myself of the blessings bestowed upon on a child, who was supposed to be born dead. The child survived; the third child and a female, the most unwanted combination. Met with an accident when she all of 6 months. Had it not been for her parents, who would run every month from Patna to Chandigarh for her treatment for 5 long years, her existence would have been dependent and burdensome!
When I complain of loneliness, my heart reminds me of a man who has shown how wonderful can love be…
I have lots to complain about but a lot more to appreciate…
When I complain of hopelessness, I remind myself of a woman, who underwent severe depression. She decided to emerge strong for her three little kids, (...and she did) eventually running her family. She is now a tower of strength to her children…and her husband.
When I complain about a burdensome life, I remind myself of the blessings bestowed upon on a child, who was supposed to be born dead. The child survived; the third child and a female, the most unwanted combination. Met with an accident when she all of 6 months. Had it not been for her parents, who would run every month from Patna to Chandigarh for her treatment for 5 long years, her existence would have been dependent and burdensome!
When I complain of loneliness, my heart reminds me of a man who has shown how wonderful can love be…
I have lots to complain about but a lot more to appreciate…
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