Attitudes

Attitude, I thought is the general behavior one shows towards another person. It is one of the parameters that defines a person. From an attitude perspective there are only three kinds of people – the good ones, the bad ones and the in-between ones.

The good ones always have a good attitude towards you. They maybe going through enormous struggles in their own life, yet they smile at you, say a few words. They probably don’t want to smile, yet their persona refuses to be bogged down by their inner turmoil.

If the good ones are your friends and they let you into their inner circle, then you have made a friend for life.

The bad ones are horrible. They simply don’t care about anyone except themselves. Whether they are having a good day or a bad one, they will make your day rotten. They wake up to mess up their day and someone else’s day. They like being alone, and are often not good to be friends with. They probably need their own selfish kind.

The third one are those in-between. Today they smile, good. Tomorrow they may not even recognize you, bad. It is extremely difficult to understand this group of people and to have any kind of relationship with them. When it goes bad you think, but the other day we smiled, we joked, had fun. You can never understand easily if today is good it bad. Most times you are thinking what you did wrong. It could be nothing you’ve done or it could be. Another state of bipolar. Will tomorrow be a good one, you have no freaking idea! These people confuse you to no end.

The bad and the in between ones can cause you depression if you are banking on that relationship. It all leads to enriching oneself in order to handle people and relationships.

Magical

The high rises
Lit up in a hundred hues
In distant view
The water between us
Waltzing under the sky
The humming breeze
Kissing my face
Bringing intermittent
Pools of smoke
A bird skirts the water
Skips hops and plays
A night jogger
Trailing the lonely path
Stories are told
Moments are relived
Life happens
Playing at a distance
A familiar song
A favourite one
Of mountain mamma
In West Virginia…

Sunday musings…

Is there one person in this whole wide world who knows you inside out? Maybe not. Actually it is not maybe, it is definitely no. And the only person who knows you entirely is you. All the acquaintances we make have a piece of us. As we meet new people, they take a slice of us. It is almost never the complete picture. We become a combination of what they take from us and their presumption of us. The less they perceive, stronger will that relationship be.

In a lifetime we meet so many people, most just look at the cake and walk away. They may admire the structure (pun intended), some the color, yet a few like the icing. It is only when you and the other person have a genuine interest that you share a piece. You slice and dice yourself and give a portion to every person you hold dear to you.

We are a piecemeal of many such relationships.

If you think of it, it is impossible to give the entire cake to any one person. For one, each one is carrying their own cake and second, there are just so many relationships. In the end we are all this infinite set diagrams partially intersecting with other sets, every day. Math applies in such weird ways, one would think!

We float in this infinite space with these innumerable intersecting sets all the time. These intersections build up those blocks of expectations. Some of them are so high, that they make the intersection very heavy. You are something to someone all the time. So then when are you, YOU? When are you just that single circle, with no strings attached, floating in space, and the stars shining down on you. Very rarely, for most people. There are those stolen moments from your own life, when you can put down the weight, walk around in your circle, floating under the sky.

Our social system is so pathetically morose that it bombards us with this constant need to intersect. We are taught from when we are born about relationships, expectations, bond and all such crap. Are we ever taught to carve out our own path?

My friend brought in an interesting perspective recently. She said, why should I tell me son to do anything about working, marrying, and all that circus? Let him decide what he wants to do. If he doesn’t get married, he doesn’t. Big deal. It is his life and he has complete authority over it. Well, this is one of the reasons why, she is my best friend.

Can we really change the current norm of pressurizing our loved ones into forming intersections. Let them lead their way, let them live their life. Maybe that would increase the happiness quotient eventually. The number one killer of happiness, I believe, is expectations. These expectations stem out like mushrooms from relationships and people go crazy over it. Only if everyone lived with the feeling that, ‘I’m here for you if you need me’. Come to think of it, that is all, that’s required. There is no need of, you need to behave one way, you need to talk one way, you need to emote this way, you need to think this way… Give me a break! See where stress comes from, followed by depression and what not.

Why does any relationship “have to” be a certain way? The only true relationship (in its absolute sense) is that of a mother and child. Even in this one, when the mother thinks, “I will lead you for the first few years, then I will guide you, further on, for the most part, I’m here for you”. It is that simple.

So should you start easing out of the heavy ones? I don’t know. Maybe the trick is to make your circle strong. I don’t know…

If we keep it simple for the next generation, maybe the sets of the future will be lighter….

Lost

The stars shine
In yonder skies
The lights strung
For miles
Oh the din
Of the music
Strumming tunes
An unsynched orchestra
Bodies moving
In all ways
Swaying with the breeze
There is no route
There is no rhythm
Your heart leading the way
Are people talking?
Yes, not to you
Are people walking?
Yes, not with you
Is it the bird
I saw this evening
Or are these my wings
Spread out
I’m on the ground
Yet in the sky
Not one face
Familiar
Not one word
Familiar
In this jungle
Of people
Of music
Of lights
I’m
Lost!

That one page

Have you seen the book

With one empty page

To write your own story

On this single page

The color? It’s different

The size? It’s different

The page stands out

You could spot it

In a thousand pages

It’s lost

Amidst all the other pages

Beyond recognition

The writing? It’s different

The language? It’s different

Is it part of this book?

You would ask

Very much, I would say

It’s bound at the bone

It completes the story

In its own way

It’s the page

When the reader dreams

Dreams that have occured

Have I finished the story?

Not quite

Midway

Maybe

It flutters in the wind

Eager to turn

I pause

Just a little

On

That single page…

Reunion

Small talks

Little laughters

Shot size bantering

Is all there is

Is all there will be

Crossing paths

Like two cars passing by

Short-lived acquaintances

They come and go

And there are plenty

Starting with small talks

Ending with small talks

These are loose threads

From another lifetime

This I am sure if

For

Each life

Is a reunion

Of the souls..