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October 18, 2011

I am tied to so many people and so many things. These ties seldom break. I consider a thread to have broken only when I can say that I have forgotten about a particular connection.

These linkages pull me in all possible directions. When one pulls hard, the others coöperate and aid it so loyally. Take for instance the moment when I am happy. I am just so happy that the threads pulling me to an ocean of despair just loosen and it seems to me as if they have disappeared. The universe seems bright and the corners of my room get filled up with beautiful fragrances. The objects which act as the source of all worry and confusion let their threads loose and I wander free. In case of such a relaxation, I forget the other side of my story. When I roam around in the open grassland, the other connections of my being matter to me no more. Like an animal tethered to a variety of poles dug deep in the ground, I graze. When I am glad, some of the ropes take rest and the envious poles laugh incessantly at my illusions. “Go wherever you want, I will pull you soon” they say to themselves.

Very soon a wave of anxiety strikes. The hitherto silent people and objects tighten and stand straight. The aesthetic of the expressions on their faces worsens and they set out to teach me a lesson for my offence of forgetting them. I try hard to graze further and yet get pulled back to where I belong. Belonging in this sense is a temporary and an extremely momentary feeling. I belong to the territory carved out by a team of mood controllers and I am forced to be loyal every time.

And I miss the opportunity always. Every time I fail to look down upon the other team. When sad, I am just sad and when happy, I am just happy. While being so, I have never been able to laugh at the others and made them realize the weakness of the momentary influences they are capable of forcing on me. I do not emerge victorious ever. I emerge out of my mood a loser who could not teach his opponents a lesson. Grief wins every time I forget myself and smile and sing with the sunshine. It laughs at my foolishness. Happiness wins every time I shed a drop of tear and curse the dark. It too laughs at my foolishness.A child I am in all circumstances.

Taken with gratitude from csuri.com

To be sad and to love being as such is the real triumph and vice-versa. Is that so? I cannot say that. I think I can defeat my opponents in only one circumstance. And that is to surrender with all my heart and soul to whatever joys and miseries they have in store for me. I cannot go very far trying to stand up to their might. The threads are many. Not all of them are silky. There are the others which have a sharp cutting surface. Some are steely and there are still others which are irritable to touch because they have a coating of broken, grounded pieces of glass.

Pull me and take me wherever you want. Do whatever you want. I will like a loyal slave comply with your directions. I refuse to learn from my mistakes and will continue doing so. When delighted I will forgo all grief and when depressed, I will never think of the happy moments of my life. I am happy to see you victorious once and forever. I need to have a great laugh now at you. Don’t mind it. My life! you are supremely and most annoyingly mighty. I surrender!

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11 Comments leave one →
  1. October 19, 2011 5:55 am

    I love your thoughts on being pulled as if a thread, and riding it out for whatever it brings. Nice blog you have here!

  2. October 19, 2011 11:09 am

    Liked the post very very much! Keep writing!
    -Hitendra

  3. sampu permalink
    October 19, 2011 12:03 pm

    wonderful!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!thanks for d post SIR

  4. October 19, 2011 1:51 pm

    very nice thoughts……

  5. October 19, 2011 4:21 pm

    This is very nice. Now I’m looking at a bottle of lotion and wonder if I can make something out of it – a story as beautiful as you did with threads.

  6. October 19, 2011 8:21 pm

    Very thought provoking, I really enjoyed it. Thanks for sharing.

  7. October 20, 2011 10:53 am

    So full of insight on the fabric of life with threads, I learned a new way to view things. Thank you!
    Caine

  8. Pranav Singh permalink
    October 20, 2011 12:22 pm

    I guess that’s the price to pay for unconditional loyalty, forced as it may be – to see them triumphing every time, even if at your own cost.
    A lovely view of our moods and a true picture of our inability to see the other side every time whether happy or sad. Let’s see if I remember this the next time I suffer from either extreme :)

  9. rose permalink
    October 20, 2011 5:21 pm

    truly amazing and very intense….anyone can feel it deeply and connect their life mysteries with this. Thanx my dear friend

  10. June 8, 2012 10:57 pm

    “to surrender with all my heart and soul to whatever joys and miseries they have in store for me.” – but that is hard to do… ;)

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