Leave the worry behind

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Uncertainty forces us into realms that our rational mind would not. We want to know what’s going to happen next. We want to know if things will turn out in our favor. We are so desperate to soothe our concerns about the future that we forget to live in the present. Worry becomes our water and anticipation our air.

Where does this leave us? Even after scrutinizing our horoscope every day, looking for signs from the universe or even going to the extent of consulting astrologists, we still don’t know the future. We never can.

Once during my school days, a friend told me the divine interference behind the common mynah – a bird found very commonly in Delhi. If you see a single mynah, it’s bad luck. If you see two, it’s good luck. The 12-year-old me believed this myth religiously. Even today, almost 10 years later, after having developed what I believe is a rational faculty, when I see that bird the first reflex that my mind takes is – good luck/bad luck. I have to consciously remind myself that a bird cannot determine how my day or my week or my life is going to be.

I often wondered where this phenomena of foreshadowing the future events of one’s life emerged from. The answer that I have come to settle upon is somehow derived by Rhonda Byrne’s The Secret in which she explains The Law of Attraction. According to this concept if I have conditioned my mind to believe that one bird means bad luck, then that is the ‘frequency’ I am putting out. If I carry the thought that something negative or unpleasant is going to happen with me, then even if nothing of the sort happens, I will make it so that it happens. I will try to find the negative in everything and that is the vibe that I will be carrying.

On the other hand, if I see 2 birds the ‘frequency’ that I will be putting out will be positive. I will try to find the good in everything and even if there are any minor inconveniences, I will believe that after all, I had a good day.

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We have often heard that what happens in our lives if of little consequence, what matters is our reaction to it. Our reaction is determined by our mental state. So, instead of worrying and checking horoscopes, it would be better if we just stay in the present and take on challenges one step at a time. Instead of trying to find a hidden meaning behind birds, it would be better if we looked at what they are trying to show us directly, the ability to fly high if one is willing enough to do it.

Tamasha – a lesson to carve your own story

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“How are you? – Jab janna nhi hota to poochte kyun ho?”

What do you do when the voice of your heart is in contradiction with societal norms? Do you give wings to that voice? Or do you bury it in a place where even you can’t find it?

Tamasha, a Bollywood film directed by Imtiaz Ali, beautifully captures this juxtaposition by calling out the dreamer that rests somewhere in the depths of our hearts. With Tara and Ved acting as the narrators of their own stories, the opening scene captures the essence of the whole film – you are the writer of your own story.

The audience instantly relates to Ved’s story. Remember how as children we were allowed to leave discipline at home while going for vacation? But once back at home and snap! Back to the monotonous routines. Have we translated this practice into our adulthood also?

Tara is the voice of Ved’s heart personified. The voice that he didn’t even remember existed. The voice that finally woke him up from his slumber and made him question the direction his life was taking.

Why do we always forget that we don’t have to fit in? If each person is different, then wouldn’t their stories also be different? A beautiful rendition of this is when the old storyteller makes us realize that even our epics aren’t always performed in the same way. Each time we see Mahabharata or Ramayana, we notice some tiny exclusive detail which makes the performance ‘original’ and ‘special’.

Shouldn’t we then, people who are so different from each other, celebrate our own original stories? Why do we strive so hard to be mediocre in someone else’s story when we can be the winner in ours?

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