Stories worth $haring #14 : How do you choose to suffer ?

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Everybody wants what feels good. Everyone wants to live a carefree, happy and easy life, to fall in love and have amazing sex and relationships, to look perfect and make money and be popular and well-respected and admired and a total baller to the point that people part like the Red Sea when you walk into the room.

Everyone would like that—it’s easy to like that.

If I ask you, “What do you want out of life?” and you say something like, “I want to be happy and have a great family and a job I like,” it’s so ubiquitous that it doesn’t even mean anything.

A more interesting question, a question that perhaps you’ve never considered before, is what pain do you want in your life? What are you willing to struggle for? Because that seems to be a greater determinant of how our lives turn out.

Everybody wants to have an amazing job and financial independence—but not everyone wants to suffer through 60-hour work weeks, long commutes, obnoxious paperwork, to navigate arbitrary corporate hierarchies and the blasé confines of an infinite cubicle hell. People want to be rich without the risk, without the sacrifice, without the delayed gratification necessary to accumulate wealth.

Everybody wants to have great sex and an awesome relationship—but not everyone is willing to go through the tough conversations, the awkward silences, the hurt feelings and the emotional psychodrama to get there. And so they settle. They settle and wonder “What if?” for years and years and until the question morphs from “What if?” into “Was that it?” And when the lawyers go home and the alimony check is in the mail they say, “What was that for?” if not for their lowered standards and expectations 20 years prior, then what for ? Continue reading

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Stories worth $haring #13 : I married a Stranger

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Forgive me, for the article is long ! But by the end you will realize its a masterpiece ! Learn & Live. Live & Learn.

Original Post: http://thelogicalindian.com/

I was on the bed, feeling terrified. I opened my diary and wrote, ‘I married a stranger’ and quickly hid it under the bed. My whole body was shaking.

“What do I do?” I questioned myself.
“Do I act like a virgin?”
” But what if he finds out? Do I tell him to wait for it for a few days? But what if it makes him angry?”

The front door opened and my heart jumped in my neck. I was breathing heavily. The sound of his footsteps gave me goosebumps. I looked down and pretended to be calm. I saw him stopping at the door though I wasn’t looking at him.

“Ghauri”, he said with ever-so-calm voice. I dared not to look at him.

“Ghauri, I am going to sleep in another room”, he said.

‘If your husband doesn’t want to sleep with you, you have failed as a wife’, echoed my mother’s voice in my head. But I didn’t look up. I stayed quiet.

“Don’t you want to ask me why?”, he said, with little humor in his voice, clearly trying to cheer me up.

I looked at him for just a few seconds and looked down again.
“You are my wife”, he said and paused, and then he continued, “not a prostitute.”
I really didn’t know what he meant as my mind wasn’t working well. ‘When you don’t know what to say to your husband, keep your mouth shut’ came back my father’s voice. I obeyed him as usual.

“If we sleep together when we really don’t know each other, what different you would be from a prostitute? We will sleep together someday, when both of us wants it, and that day, I’d be making love to my wife. I definitely won’t be having sex with a stranger.” Continue reading

When I lose Her !

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When I lose her,

And it will be soon.

I will not allow my eyes to know tears, or permit my heart to feel pain, or give my voice leave to howl at the careless moon.

I will not show grief, or exhibit sorrow, or display my suffering through a torrent of bleak and ruined words.

I will not linger over her image, or reread her messages, or recall the heady days when her beauty and her body and her dreams belonged to me.

I will only smile and gently let her go.

Truly glad she has found someone,

to make her happy.

#Courtesy: https://afadedromantic.wordpress.com/

Stories worth $haring #12 : The 100$ Conversation.

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SON: “Daddy, may I ask you a question?”

DAD: “Yeah sure, what is it?”

SON: “Daddy, how much do you make an hour?”

DAD: “That’s none of your business. Why do you ask such a thing?”
SON: “I just want to know. Please tell me, how much do you make an hour?”
DAD: “If you must know, I make $100 an hour.”
SON: “Oh! (With his head down).
SON: “Daddy, may I please borrow $50?”
The father was furious.
DAD: “If the only reason you asked that is so you can borrow some money to buy a silly toy or some other nonsense, then you march yourself straight to your room and go to bed. Think about why you are being so selfish. I work hard everyday for such this childish behavior.”

The little boy quietly went to his room and shut the door. Continue reading

CRY – Child Rights & You

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“If you think you are too small to make a difference, try sleeping with a Mosquito.”   – Dalai Lama

Oh, our Incredible India ! When we talk about this country, the common thing that first hits our mind is, Poverty. The land of the Poors. On the contrary, the land of Richie riches’ as well.

But today we are talking about the ones who are banished from our societies, the ones who are cursed with the ferocity of their lives, the ones for which most of us hardly even care if they exist. Yes, I am talking about those unlucky ones  who could not afford their basic needs like food, shelter n sanitation facilities, forget about their security and self esteem needs.

Do we really care how they survive, beyond the uncountable & unfortunate incidents like Child labour, rapes, prostitution etc which they face almost everyday ? They are too poor and weak to afford justice. They have to suffer in silence because nobody even cares to hear their plea, justice is simply a far fetched dream for them. Did we give a thought anytime ? Well, Now ?

Well, there are numerous NGO’s and Non-profitable organisations which help them survive through this brutal world. These contribute to a great number of men and women who try to make this world a better place to live in. They challenge the society and against all odds take a step and provide their support physically, financially and emotionally as well. Ironically, most of us don’t even care for them as well. We are just too busy or lazy in our comfort zone.

Better late than never, today I joined the group of thousands of anonymous people who put their hard earned money for philanthropic causes, anonymously. Today, I donated a handful of money to CRY (to support 1 child for food & education). And feeling too happy about that. 🙂

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An everlasting experience as a trainee.

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It all started on 28th October 2012, the day which embarked the beginning of a new amazing journey. A bunch of tepid as well as keen faces outside DLF office were waiting to get inside their dream premises, apprehensively eager to mark their presence in the corporate world. Everyone was allowed to get inside, in the spirit of being a member of tata family. Formalities were completed followed by a technical check test. Finally, people were demarcated into various disciplines and journey was set to start for a 90 day intensive learning and development process.

The initial days of our learning program were followed by the formal informative and induction sessions, thus imbibing values on which the backbone of the company stands. Now, the serious business started with the technical and business sessions intended to improve our skills so as to survive effectively in this giant sector. Our dreadful technical sessions and fantabulous business sessions completely counterbalanced each other.

With each passing day, associates became acquaintances and acquaintances became friends. Some were technically sound, some were genuinely naïve while some were beginners as well. With each passing day, we started cracking jokes, celebrating birthdays and partying around. Some were really good at imitating people, though we realized it late. Now our batch had got singers as well as dancers and indeed the good ones whose performances were highly awaited. In spite of our hectic schedule, we managed to visit Mahabaleshwar, one of the most exotic nearby destinations.

This meticulously planned learning phase is on the verge of getting over. It has made us learn and acquire every conceivable skill within its limits. It has transformed us from a college graduate to a corporate professional. This will always remain in our hearts as the most memorable times of our lives. It would be quixotic to say that this ILP may last forever, but we are happy and content enough to being a part of it. Though the memorabilia is too susceptible to be expressed in mere words, I will be concluding here keeping in account the page constraints.

#Nostalgia

#Originally posted on ranjanakash.blogspot.in/an-everlasting-experience-as-trainee.html

#Saturday, January 4, 2013