Kere Mera Intezar, Mera Bichda Yaar…
In honor of all the negative feelings, the unsaid farewells, the unspoken rejections, the planned maneuvering or unplanned gullibility, the stark failure awaiting after a month-long effort, the anticipated fears and estimated bad lucks, the why-nots and what-ifs, and what nots, the futile love-wring or the self-obsessed ambitions; be them all they may or could be for worse. Now take a beautifully wrapped big box and one-by-one, carefully and cautiously, having given a longer affectionate look at each, place them in an order of your whim, inside that box. Now tape it with the strongest duct tape available.
Take a beautifully cut, yellow smiley face of the size of your own countenance and paste it on the box. No, not done yet. Write in bold, ‘Hey Love, You’d better move on now’, just under that smiley face. There. Now place that box safely somewhere facing you. Ready is your cherished lot of all your worse. See them smiling at your boosted morale everyday with long-lost affection. And off you go for best.
It’s all in your mind, dear. It will have the precious lodging till you provide it. It’s a ‘precious’ lodging, remember, and so better rent it to the precious ones merely. Rent them, I say. Permanent must be nothing, as you yourself are hardly so, but your mind is. Your mind, which perceives what you feed on most, be they negatives, positives, neutrals, energy, romance, trash or dirt, or even spirituality, colors or hope; and you know what, friend, you become what you think. Some short handy self-analytical tools for all of you, if you really want to know what you are, ponder on how you perceive others, what you notice in an instant in them, what tickles your funny bones usually, what labels you give to others, what labels you notice the most, what is your recurring thought, emotion or action, and the list goes on. The main idea is ‘it’s all in your mind, love.’
Now for a little matter-of-fact talk. Accept some recurring bolts of nature. Don’t you dare claim them monotonous! Nature is really proud of their shrewd effects that cause the same pain with similar lasting intensity, no matter how frequent they may be. Yes, those sweet-stingy bolts are these: Permanence is absent, variety is ample, no matter how much you want, you can never have enough or all, you will certainly miss on some or sometimes on most, opportunities must always be grabbed not awaited, your share becomes someone else’s if you care half, it never becomes yours if you care much, it will be all yours if you don’t give a damn, move on as soon as possible keeping in mind the last stated point.
Nevertheless, Nature has a better half, too. She calls him, Miracle. Well, she is kind of possessive much so you get to see him a little less often than required. Even then, whenever he arrives, the all other bolts fall short, and all the pieces of the puzzle start falling in places. It’s a beautiful world, indeed. You, however, need to nurture your mind, as it’s all in your mind, after all.
And lastly, to love and all that means. Did I mention the bastard child of Nature and Miracle? They named her, Love. Well, she has got all the whims from her mother and innate pleasures from her father. She has tantrums, is demanding and very appealing. She can knock your door never or once. Some of her cousins, affection, adoration, and her almost twin: infatuation may fool most of you as of her. Beware of her one most tempting mate, lust. Well, that lady drives you most. Nevertheless, what deserves an experience is the bastard child herself. Her parents are proud of her for obvious reasons.
You want to know what permanence looks like in this world. You’d better experience love in its truest of forms. It never leaves you till you get consumed to ashes and be reborn. All the phoenixes and legends have been born thusly. So what you start off with for now, choose your dwellers and nurture them with utmost sincerity. They would bear you good for long.
Stay hopeful, Adieu.