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I did not even realised when the sky turned from black to deep blue. Sitting on the terrace’s hard cold ground, I felt tepid. This transition in the sky was also accompanied by a bitter frost. To counter that, I cuddled myself up. And as I did so, I felt the warmth of my body that provided me an unexpected solace. Although all these circumstances were wretched, I did not want them to go away. I wanted them to stay eternally; somehow they provided me with serenity and tranquillity. I felt this way because the sunlight of the coming day will expose me to the burning charm of the successful people. My image will be overshadowed by the towering stature of the so called ‘distinguished people.’ This thought puts a peculiar curiosity within me – as to what is success? How and when do we know we have achieved the ultimate goal of our life? How do we know that reached our destination or are we still chasing the clouds?
My thoughts wander to these fabricated places created in my mind space. And as one is fighting an internal fight, in an Indian Society, one has to deal with another can of worms. This being what the society wants from you. In addition to your expectation from one’s own self, one has to cater to the apprehension of the society. The Indian Society thinks of carrying this obnoxious thinking as tradition and culture. This school of thought has killed more eccentric souls than it has made them prosperous. I also fathom if by any chance, one becomes palmy in his profession which was chosen by the society for him, then how can he enjoy that success. The prospect of living is separated from Life.
Disrupting me from this thought like a dominant gene; came another random thought –
“For certain is death for the born….. And birth for the dead….. Therefore, over the inevitable Thou shouldst not grieve” Like a trumpeter, the penetrating haze orange light bought me this line from Bhagvat Gita. And I realised that one can never become successful in life because success is not a destination. In fact it is a journey, an ever going process. And that is what life is, to just go on with purity and dedication, and then work will be your slave. The monetary pleasure can give you ecstasy for fleeting time. True happiness is the one that comes from long practice, which leads to the end of sufferings, which at first is like poison, but at last like nectar – this kind of happiness arises from the serenity of one’s mind. As the sun came peeking from the clouds, I finished the last sip of my coffee, stood up and took a deep breath. But this time it was not just oxygen which I inhaled, it was confidence, self belief and commitment. And what society says is wrong fundamentally as no work stains a man who is pure; who is in harmony, who is master of his life, whose soul is one with soul of all.