All that falters is not the end!

Life is all good till this time arrives. Suddenly something takes an unpleasant turn. The first reaction is remorse. The second is the irritation on its helplessness. And the third one is actually the most interesting one. Because it makes you drain energy. Makes you pick and choose. Makes you wonder that was necessary and what really changed the tide. But trust me; it is as emotionally draining as it is thought-provoking.

Remember last time something really painful happened to you. You must have tried back-sketching the timeline to find its root. What if we could delete it? Not that easy as I will add a clause to it: with it all things vanish that you were blessed or cursed with during this timeline. Interesting eh? Try it for yourself.

The last time I wanted to do it, I was deadlocked. Deadlocked to the situation where I could delete nothing. For the good that it got me along with it seemed hidden but definitely could not be overlooked.

These moments make you wonder: why ever touch the sequence of our life. They could very well be pre-decided or just a freak yet perfect occurrence like the one universe is. They are destined to make things happen in your life. But are they good or bad?

A question for which the answer comes preloaded in us. And the answer is end-result of how we see things. How much importance we give them in the overall scheme of our life. We treat our life like a gem (and we as well should) but we forget that even a gem can be broken, loose its shine or just plain vanish.

And we hold good things as the true pillars of our life. We rely on them, we live for them. What we forget is that our weak moments and failures are our true pillars. Or so is what I think. And I want to start believing in it big time. Herculean task, it is!

peel off the pressure

I don’t know when it infected me.

But I know it’s incurable.

Because the side-effects still prevail.

I say a ‘yes’ when my friends feel I should.

I say a ‘no’ whenever there’s a general consensus.

It started rather unknowingly when I first choose the same bat as my friend because he and others found it ‘cool’.

It continued when I had selected the classes I had to join for my matriculation exam (Xth).

As if the world worked on singled mindset and thoughts.

As if someone decided it was cool and it was cool for everyone.

But the party to the crime always remained smartly underground.

Or for most of the times, the criminal himself was unaware.

For many jokes that we friends shared, I also laughed at those that dint tickle me just to keep up with the laughter chore.

And many dishes at the canteen got my pocket money cornered just because they were the local favourite.

But then I decided to start medicines as my inner doctor advised.

And took some decisions that were not ‘cool’.

And boy, I must warn you the results!

I got lots of eyebrows raised, showing the sign of utter disbelief.

I was alone to make new friends.

But somewhere inside I knew the decision was mine. And right. And nice.

As a confirmation, I turned back to see what I had lost and could I recover it.

Clearly the virus was fighting back into my blood cells.

But the look back just confirmed my doctor’s prescription.

Today I know where I am heading and where my dream lies.

And strangely it’s not the popular decision nor is it the one that my friends approved before me.

Yet it’s ‘cool’ and surprisingly a right decision.

Which has left me wonder a few things.

Do we define what works for us or is it those who are the ‘cool’ and ‘smart’ ones do it for us?

If so, are we living our life or is it they who are reliving theirs?

And if we are so much affected as we realise, can’t we be strong to bring out the doctor in us?

After all peer-pressure is not an officially recognised and formidable disease.

It’s just that we fail to realise that we are infected. In time.