The ‘T’ letter-word….

When I was in the IT world, I was made to play three different roles. In each of them, I had to go through standard initial phase. As much as it is necessary to go through that phase, it slightly hampers the creative thinking and the freedom. One will not be able to translate thoughts into action easily during the initial learning phase. Any move will be unacceptable. If you swank much, you will be miserable and if you swank little, you will again be miserable. That phase, my friends, is the ‘Transition’- the ‘T’ letter-word!

In the above context, the ‘T’ letter-word may be of less importance. What I really feel for is the ‘Cultural Transition’ in India. Whilst men are getting hiccups with this, women are getting choked to death. In the sense, the past generation sailed in one set of cultural thoughts, and the future generation will sail in their set of thoughts but it’s the present that hangs in between! It’s tough to cope up with this mixed phase and that’s when the ‘T’ letter-word becomes worse than any other letter word!

Anyway moving away from both the above contexts, there are some transitions which could people die for! For instance, when I had visited Nandi hills to witness dawn, there were many like me who were jammed up at 5 AM to experience the transition of dark into the misty beautiful day, which was a wondrous experience! Likewise, can’t deny the superiority of the transition of hard work into success; suffering into blessing; patience into payback; dream into reality; failure into strength; stranger into love; and self into the truth.

In any case, transition is hard to be welcomed. But it will be of so much worth if it’s for a better reason, and if stepped up for a great new beginning. No doubt the word Transition comes along with other ‘T' letter-words like- Tough, Troublesome, Tension, Trust, etc. But if you pass that phase, it’s dead sure to lead to that one big ‘T’ letter-word ......'Triumph'!

Signing off for now,

Achu

A piece by an old man!

I came across this below piece which is written by an 85 year old man who learnt that he was dying. I wanted to share this with you not because he is right/wrong; not because you should agree/disagree with him; and not because you should do anything about it!

I am sharing this only because I am personally driven by the emotions that are so deep and intense shredded straight from the heart. Its not easy to confront something so depressing and yet afford to be honest and expressive with such ineffable fateful acceptance.

If possible, do go through the below lines from him without judging anything in it and perhaps you might think the same way I do.

“If I had my life to live over again, I’d try to make more mistakes next time.

I wouldn’t be so perfect. I would relax more. I’d limber up. I’d be sillier than I’ve been on this trip. Infact, I know very few things that I would take seriously. I’d be crazier. I’d be less hygienic.

I’d take more chances, I’d take more trips, I’d climb more mountains, I’d swim more rivers, I’d go places I’ve never been to. I’d eat more ice creams and fewer beans.

I’d have more actual troubles and fewer imaginary ones!

You see, I was one of those people who live prophylactically and sensibly and sanely hour after hour and day after day. Oh, I’ve had my moments, and if I had it over again, I’d have more of those moments- moment by moment by moment.

I’ve been one of those people who never went anywhere without a thermometer, a hot water bottle, a gargle, a raincoat and a parachute. If I had to do all over again, I’d travel lighter the next time.

If I had it to do all over again, I’d start barefoot earlier in the spring and stay way later in the fall. I’d ride more merry-go-rounds, I’d watch more sunrises, and I’d play more with children, if I had my life to live over again.

But you see I don’t!”

Signing off for now,

Achu