Nov 19, 2014

Relationships - Bitter / Sweet

Like always when I start to phrase my thoughts with an attempt to translate them into meaningful words I get clarity only post hours of internalizing about the variety in their depth and simplicity they contain. Such is also my definition of relationships; you get clarity about your relations only if you have internalized and reflected on every single one of them as if each thread of relation is second to none. Thanks to the perceived busy lifestyles and hence lack of time, said cosmopolitan and nuclear livelihood and above all slim use of advancement in technology to foster relationships, eventually leading to a bitter state of being which certainly could have been sweeter, not that one must be preferred over another since they will continue to co-exists either way, and eventually your relationships just are the way they are, either bitter or sweet they just ARE! This is certainly something for each one of us to ponder upon.

As a self proclaimed investment banker that I am, cost and worthiness have always been the factors that drive most of my rational behaviors. Thankfully, when I come to think of it today, after having nurtured many beautiful and intense relationships, and also sad-fully post having redefined a few, I know such an approach is limited to rationality and not with being. Today I understand post having tasted bitterness as an outcome of overt sweetness within any given relationship that life is not always dealt with pragmatic viewpoints, no matter one tries every bit of effort to twist the course, the fact being it’s an amalgamation of both hilltop and deep valleys that make scenery. Employing efforts in understanding and displaying due appreciation towards togetherness in conjunction with separation, ensures for a bond to get created, and eventually belongingness thrives, the sooner a realist understands this, yes I mean a realist! The better relationships he is assured to enjoy. But isn’t life always been about chasing the unknown and in the course never reflecting on the known and isn’t life about behaving indifferently with the known as opposed to with the unknowns? I don’t know, but I know that many of us lead such a life, either by mere existence or painfully sometimes by virtue of choice! If only familiarity in addition to contempt also did breed compassion and bonding, relationships would have been simpler and long lasting!

It’s the multitude of many little things put together that make anything and everything complete for it to eventually earn it’s value. Of-course not to discount the role every tiny mussel plays for a human body to function as designed, however the most important organs are categorically defined both by medical science and the very nature of life. One might chose to accept it or act otherwise but the truth is head of cockpit gets paid more than the ground staff of every airline, there are some roles that play more crucial part then others. Yet the greater good is, which does not necessarily mean its greater truth, it’s the togetherness of varied crucial roles that brings the final value or help a human body to function as desired.

Let me make a cautious attempt to explain which aspect and / or action in relationships does play such a crucial role in a figurative way.  I’ve never been successful in making Tea per say but am going to use the process as an anecdote to my cause. Again absolutely not to undermine the importance of every single ingredient and every action that duly contributes in making of Tea, but the most crucial one is the act of separation, the act that respectfully creates a space, a space between the most vital ingredient and the end result, a step that employs a sieve. It’s the act of filtering the Tea off from all the particles that sincerely contributed in its very making, imagine how interesting is that, isn’t it. It’s this crucial process of separation which in-turn helps every ingredient that primarily came-along to achieve its defined purpose. While so simple an act a sieve performs, often times we miss to employ such an act of providing respectful space in all our relationships. Don’t you agree? Be it a relationship we share with someone at work in a professional decorum, or a relationship we momentarily share with a co-passenger in a pubic commute or a relationship one shares with their electronic gadgets or a relationship we would have cherished for generations with our loved ones.

Every entity in a relationship needs time and space to reflect on their own identity, even though the entity may not see the need for such room to be present, but it’s the innocent you within you, one who cares to believe that every single thread of relation is second to none, must have an appreciation to such separation, such respectful space. Again certainly something to keenly ponder upon! And while you ponder remember, no matter how tiny the pores of sieve are it can never filter air, you know why? Since it’s not meant to filter air. Similarly, though having that space is the most crucial aspect in every relationship, there should never be a space that is not meant to be!

If only one has innocent perspectives apples can be related to space ships and it would all still make sense. Similarly am relating relationships to the entire process of making Tea, and while the end result is a cup of hot Tea that gets eventually served and this proves culmination of the process, but it also germinates the next in line thought, it gives us now an opportunity to define how successful was the entire process which obviously is reliant on the quality and taste of the Tea.

Hence let me make one more attempt and now try and define which relationships get qualified to be tagged as successful. Personally I don’t know as yet, on occurrence of what we can qualify there’s culmination within any relationship for us to then sequentially also define its success. Is it forceful separation, creations of physical distance, fat ego’s, serene love, sweet bonding, dreadful death, acute oneness through physical intimacy, understood silence, creeping of anger, severe hatred, employing all means of communications, not communicating at all, as I said I don’t know as yet. But what is quite interesting to note is, none of these occurrences realistically bring an end to any relationship. Isn’t it? Not communicating in absolute terms does not take away a soul off your thoughts, providing perfect physical content would mean every porn star is blessed with best relations, if only by moving jobs had people also moved the ill feelings they carry for their prior work relationships. JJ keep pondering.

Anyway, what am trying to get at is unlike making a cup of Tea relationships are not stereotyped or a procedural affair. Therefore such a pressing urge we always posses to define the health of every relationship according to me is uncalled for. As I mentioned life isn’t to be always pragmatic, it also isn’t about being the perfectionist the entire world strives to be, similarly the best of relationships are not that give you magical content, entice belonging, feeling of ecstasy or a view to some third world and also provide citizenship to it. It’s those relationships that we don’t envy the most in our life are the relationships we must strive to be with. A relationship is healthy when it gets you closer to yourself and brings simple joys of life your-way. A relationship is successful when unsaid is more soothing then said. A connection at work is something to cherish when views and opinions from either don’t matter. A bond is only developed not when all the possible energies are employed for it to happen, but when none is employed and it just happens. Craving to speak with someone is only meaningful when it’s a mutual feeling one possess for you too when you are spoken with by the very someone. A relationship is worth nourishing when there is no real worth per say, since it’s not a block deal that proclaimed bankers get into every single day. Though some roles are crucial over others, it’s only the amalgamation of all pieces solves the puzzles, and gives debris a cause. But for the losers, why would anyone strive to be a winner hmm. Two wrongs never make one right, but it takes two halves to make a whole! And such are relationships, it’s time we start to care, it’s time we be sensitive towards every relationship, it’s time we genuinely learn to make relationships prior learning everything we pretend to learn!

Cheers,
Kunal!


P.S.  It’s not having varied sense organs that makes us humans, it’s the sensitivity to rightfully employ them towards betterment of others DOES!

Sep 15, 2014

A life, from a life…


A tale I was fortunate to hear…by the end of it, I could only feel a few tears rolling down everything else was calm and mellow. I could see outline of her body which was once healthy but now withered yet she continues holding on her composure, physically in pain yet she continues to bleakly smile, visibly tried yet she continues to feed ounces through her to the tiny life. A life she gave from her own life.  All of this was visible to a man’s eye who would never experience any of it in absolute sense, but can be prideful in taking acclaim of the entire occurrence. After all doesn’t everything have a significance in the consequential scheme of affairs? Just a tiny little lump of seed but isn’t it where it all started? Even to this moment I believe am fortunate to feel every bit of it, both as a man and more as women, but I could only just feel. And then I silently wonder why only men get to be kings and a few more tears find their way to peace.

I hold the little infant; which still neither has a name nor has an identity but certainly has a LIFE… IT continues to observe. OBSERVATION is the only calm language he knows, observation is the only trait everyone around her does not know!

Though the infant does not have a name yet, it certainly has an imposed resemblance to someone she has no awareness about, I wonder if he will ever have. Every minuscule part of his body which only made it appear cute also had a resemblance, to him or to her or to IT. Every passing soul once an infant themselves, though it appeared such a time in their life was as old as a past life, had a judgment to pass on making more resemblances. Every delightful movement of the little one, though should have only brought sheer natural smiles, we even tagged and associated these moves to some more remote resemblances. And that’s how he / she starts getting his imposed identity from the very spur of its existence, from the very moment he got his life from another life. O yes! The world is all about relativity, isn’t it?

Am still in a deep bewilderment which women I knew was more beautiful, am further in doubt as regards why would I even want to know it, weird! But at times that’s what mind seeks, weirdness. Nonetheless, was the women pale yet glowing that gave life more beautiful or the one I knew for years and prior a new life came into existence more beautiful. Are they different women? The world that I coexist with views them as different and I know that for-sure. I presume it’s vaguely safe hereafter for her, since the world views her beauty differently, vague but safe. If only it was true that beauty lies in the eyes of beholder, if only everyone understood this phrase as much as they state. I would rather state from my keen observations of mankind, that in an era of today, the pace at which surroundings are vanishing every passing day is an era elapsed, beauty lies in shapes and sizes, curves and completeness, postures and appearances. Moreover in genders and pre conceived biases that we educate our minds with, we could have made it a beautiful mind too, if only! And it was through these perspectives and knowledge everyone was viewing same women’s beauty yet differently. She was happy-sad. I was awfully sad yet smiling. 

Beauty of a women is serendipity for some while it IS for rest. Her fading beauty is something crowds are yearning for, while her softness aging with her is the nectar which barely one is aware of, but for herself. While everyone loves her, none let her love.  If only one understood her beauty vulnerability would never get to harshness and indulgence would never get rushed with culmination. Her serenity should make one yearn for her hug and mere touch, such is her beauty that makes colors appear more colorful, and her supple feel is like the moist texture on the petals of a blossomed flower at the dawn. Her simplicity depicts in her stillness, her equanimity is herd in her silence. Such is the description of beauty that every women is blessed with, it’s for every pair of eyes to look at such beauty when they are shut, it’s for every beating heart to connect to such beauty and to the rhythmic vibration of hers. It’s only such mellow yet agile beauty that makes her able of bringing life into being through her own life. It was a tale by the end of which everything was divinely mellow.