Earlier, I would consider bowing my head as a sign of weakness: that I’m somehow submitting to blind-faith or dogma. Now I realize that it’s a sign of maturity & wisdom. I’m acknowledging limits to my own knowledge & intellect. I’m accepting that things are fundamentally not in my control. That I can’t mathematically calculate my way out of every situation or optimize inch-perfect strategies to everything in Life. Bowing my head to something larger than myself is a way for me to keep my Ego & Conceit in-check.
Quite like the tetra-pods take a ferocious constant beating of their Lives at the hands of the choppy waves, and continue to stand still. Resolute. Resilient. Stoic. Imperturbable. Calm. Insouciant. Zen. Patient. Persistent … So too, must we weather the choppy waves of turmoil in our own Lives. And somehow keep standing, tall & strong & immovable as an Oak Tree.
I wish for Time to be frozen sometimes. To give me some space to think & ponder – on how my Life has turned out, on where all I went wrong, and what all I did right, on the choices I made (often subconsciously), and how those choices manifested themselves in-terms of consequences (some consequences occurring many years later after the choice), and so on …
[The New York Times formally endorsed Hillary Clinton for President shortly earlier. The below is an adaptation of a series of three comments I’ve submitted to that article (Comment-Permalinks at bottom). It lays down my reasoning for why Clinton’s victory is in many ways a moral imperative for defeating the dark forces that have surfaced. […]
It was the first time, and it wouldn’t be the last. Baby Donald had just uttered his first words of gibberish. It was a ‘Yuge‘ moment in The Donald’s life (which were of course soon eclipsed by about a billion other ‘Yooge’ moments within the next 3 minutes of his life, but I digress) – that I […]
A while back, I had read my friend’s blog-post (“On dealing with jealousy“). I’ve loved writing, since school. I remember eagerly looking forward to the essay-writing assignments. All the other students used to copy from ready-made essay books available in stores; not me. In school, I was proud of my writing prowess. Naturally, I assumed I […]
It always comes down to that question. Time and again. You try to find something, anything to take your mind off of it. You try to find answers to it by trying to immerse yourself in some new activity, taking up a new job or changing your vocation. Or maybe you develop new hobbies or polish existing […]