12-11-13

So much bad is happening in India that I feel guilty to be leading a life with no discomfort. My fight is limited to not being able to use the resources bestowed on me to the fullest. I realise the irony, I wish I hadn't.

On Sundays at the airport there is usually a crowd of couples, families, friends who come to see the planes fly. They haven't sat in one. Their contentment; their ambition; their surrender, do I realise? I wish I hadn't.

There are very less things which I wouldn't be able to do in this life. A large part of my demography wouldn't know what those are. They have basics to take care of.

India's Maslow's Pyramid : A stagnant bottom

In the current India, the bottom is stagnant, and the other's have a slower than gradual progress. Only some part of India is progressing and jumping stages, the other part being ignored, the population being humongous. A vivid co-relation lies in the fact that in India Infrastructural Development is limited to the vicinities of the capital region of every state. Opportunities force the millions of Indians, (including me) to come to the metropolitans. That is where Self-Actualisation is understood to be.

Our national channels do not have OB Vans, studios, journalists, in regions beyond the capitals, they rely on stringers. The rest of the nation then succumbs to the believably prejudiced watchdogs, the partner in crime spokespersons and the well fed influencers. We are given selective information to form selective perceptions. 

The bottom of the pyramid completely ignored lies stagnant merely crawling from A to B, while the nation having become the Animal Farm of George Orwell. 

I agree that such is happening to Egypt, Israel, Greece, Sri Lanka and many other nations and this does not pacify me. I focus and subscribe to the idea of Charity beginning at Home.

The beauty of life!

The beauty of life is retained in its uncertainty.
At one time its a sunkissed spring and then a benumbing winter,
Its an opportunity knocking on your door and then its a distant dream,
Its a hardearned bread of a beggar and a sumptuous breakfast of a king,
Its the skyscraper in the clouds and the leaking thatched roof of a hut,
Its the cry of the newborn and the wail of a dying patient,
It can be a treasure chest when you have lost your hopes,
And its a desert of hopelessness when you need it the most.

Despite all such intricacies,
Life is a classroom and time is the teacher.
Its a subject in itself which wouln't understand you but you have got to.
 
Grab it before it slips out of gaps of your fingers,
Hold it before an earthquake engulfs it,
Dig into its sweetness before it gives you diabetes,
Hit it hard before it paralyzes you in an accident,
Love it before it hates you,
Sleep over it before it alarms you,
Just do it all before it makes you run short of chances.
You might call that its beauty,
But it is the ugliness disguised and that is uncertainty.

A mere experience of survival,
Is the key to the life's gravity.

Do I love my job?

I love Adventure.

I love trekking and hiking, that is long physical hard work.

I love to climb rocks, that’s where I plan my every move in unison with my body weight.

I love bicycling, that’s where I fall if I lose my mind.

I love to cross the river in a pully, that is when my own force pulls my own weight.

I love rafting, each rapid gives me an adrenaline gush.

I love diving into the sea, that’s where I feel submerged and fight for the breath.

I love cliff jumping, that’s when my breath stops but I hear my heart beating loudly.

I love para-sailing, that is where I rise above and enjoy the nostalgia.

I love to explore different geographies, that’s where I shed my mind and imbibe others’.

I love to randomly backpack, and acknowledge what’s coming in.

I am an Image Manager for my company, a PR person for the media fraternity or a Communication Consultant to please myself. I feel all the above emotions in my job… and more.

I didn’t like my job until I saw it from the other side. I am in for an adventure every day.

While the week starts with a past week regression and future prophecies; any of the day could have deadline based tasks similar to the reality shows – Team or Solo coupled with an impromptu news of 2 hours of additional trekking. Once a week or maybe twice as surprise I’d have to go rafting or jump the cliff.  Well, eating a frog with the monthly reports is part of my job too and that’s when it gets sick.

I am usually a backpacker at work prepared for an upcoming malady. Despite my preparation God does wish to play a lot of treasure hunt with me. I fight crisis, as problems are bestowed upon but are not mere repercussions. I trudge different terrains more often in a day delivering equally to each, learning subtle nuances on the way. I do feel a Bear Grylls in me those moments. 

There is always a thrill and suspense in my daily work. I now see it in an optimistic spirit seeking a creative solution tangible or verbal unlike before when I used to crib to others.

It’s all in my day’s work and I love my job.