Wednesday, March 28, 2012

We complicate things, when its really quite simple And letting Go...

It’s a small world and we are bound to meet some where again....Is it right, true? Well, in this world of more than 7 billion people out of which more than 2 billion in India and China alone, where we are bound to meet? Well I m not sure where... but yes we do meet at the crossroads. I can tell this from my own experience....

"We complicate things, when it’s really quite simple"

I know a incident of a friend where which goes back to the 6 years back, where he met a girl for the arrange marriage and it was nothing sort of a walk at one evening in someone else's wedding...And that typical gamadinan, that what she calls herself, they met, talked and then parted ways as something didn’t clicked for marriage. One fine morning at railway station, he was hurrying to catch a local train, and he saw the girl coming from opposite direction and that where music was coming to his ears, and as destiny might have planned they met again. He told me once after that,

"We complicate things, when it’s really quite simple"
I happen to ask why, and there comes the reply, he liked the girl, things were suppose to go fine between them, and something simple which was due to happen got complicated due to the things that followed. And I left the talk there, as I can see him getting emotional.

But looking at the quote which I am writing for now, isn’t it true that we complicate things when it’s so simple? Sometimes things are so easy, almost simple, and we somehow make things harder than they are. We add feelings

where they don’t exist, we try to have the links set up long before, we know someone we are talking to, is just for today or gonna long last. I would say, go out, know someone for the pure pleasure of understanding and value your differences with them, know them, try to understand, but don’t make a conclusion or leave too early.

Another thing is to let go and it’s a simple thing, but we make it complicated...We met many people, we cherish the moment we live in, but at the crossroads of life, we have to let them go, or we have to go..We can’t stop them, or we can’t stop. I came cross another quote on let go that,

Letting go is come to the realization that some people are, a part of your history, but not a part of your destiny.

It’s again a simple thing, but we make it complicated.

We’ve been blessed with so many friends over and over again. And we as human beings experience or encounter relationships here and there. It is part of deep inside us. We need friends, pals, relationships – it is our manufacture design to feel or desire such. How can we let go of a relationship that we have been blessed with? Renew your mind. Always remember that God gives us blessings for a purpose – to bless others with it. If the relationship is not pleasing to God anymore, and if you yourself are not blessed with what is happening, then it’s time to search your heart with where you stand in the relationship. Check your grip. Are you holding on too tightly? It is not easy to know these things. We need the discernment and wisdom of God. We need to give Him time to tell us this. Often, we are blinded with emotions in this aspect and we need the help of other people whom we can trust and to who we can be accountable with. Ask them for advice. Humble yourself and know that you need it. (This para from Ref: http://h3sean.com/learn-let-go-relationship/ )

Some of us just don’t like to fail – if we say we’re going to deliver, if we take a marriage vow, sign up for a deadline, have ethics that are all about family or mateship, have strong religious or spiritual beliefs, made a public proclamation about a certain thing, have other people telling us that this is what we need, then we may hold onto a person or situation longer than we should. Sometimes we are spending our lives thinking about everyone else; not wanting to let people down, wanting THEM to be happy even if we must sacrifice something or all of ourselves to do that. Perhaps we have been raised to see this as worthy behavior, or the way to be lovable – earning love through good deeds and sacrifice.

Sometimes we’ve let something define us for so long that we no longer know who we are without that thing in our life. Even if it’s killing us or making us miserable. Sometimes we let our heart rule our head. Sometimes we let our head rule our heart.

And it’s not making us feel good. In fact it’s quite the opposite. Or maybe we are afraid. Afraid that if we let go nothing will ever come to replace it. Afraid that people will judge us or turn away from us, or leave us. Afraid that if we let go, the thing might suddenly come good, and all our struggle will have been worth it.

Sometimes we think we don’t deserve any better. So how do we know when we need to let go? When duty is the only thing that drives us and all the joy has faded from our lives. When we’ve forgotten the reason we signed up for this in the first place. When we’ve become indifferent to life, our relationship, this thing… When our health is in tatters, when the person in the mirror is a stranger, when our finances are in ruins, when we’re choking down anger and resentment on a daily basis, when we are no longer a person we like or believe in, when we’ve lost ourselves, it’s time to let go. It’s the thing that helps mothers lift a car to release their trapped child. It’s the voice inside you that tells you to call someone, or turn up at their house, or dash into a burning building. It’s the conviction that helps you stand by someone when you believe in a better outcome for them but they are in a place where they can’t yet see it for themselves. That’s the energy of Love. There is something within us that will not give up the fight, something within us that KNOWS we can do it, that we will do it. That we would rather do this and die trying than to walk away. This is a feeling of being energized, vital, alive, and burning with a seering focus. (http://cauldronsandcupcakes.com/)


How are you feeling? Make a decision. Trust.

Thursday, March 22, 2012

Food with love...

I was having a conversation with a stranger in the train on my way to home in weekend. She was a management trainee with a reputed bank. We were discussing about food and then topic turned to the quality and taste of food, and how she hated to eat each day at the same place. I told her about my experiments with the food and my life at hostel in Pune.

And once I got down at station and reached home, I was chewing this topic for a while. Over dinner my mom gave me simplest dish ever possible I guess other than maggi, buttermilk with some spices and simple wheat bread.

What was in that made it taste great, and over the year never make me tired to eat it? After a thoughtful time with this thought, I have discovered that it taste good because she make it with all her heart. A mother when cooks, puts her heart in to the cooking, an outside thought, anger never reaches her hands which makes food.

If you ever feel the taste of the food is not good, something missing in taste than it’s possible that there is something which is troubling our mom. And that’s the indication which tells us, go and speak to her. Comfort her. I have been noticing this over past few years that taste in the food is unchanged, but never made me bore to eat it. And on rare occasion I found something missing in it, and when I did found missing, I knew she was worried because of reasons, like me going to hostel or some house matters troubling her, but apart from that, her love which flowed in food made it taste of the life.

It’s not just the taste at home by mom, but if you notice in outside food even it play an important part. I know a street vendor who sells such items, and he always wears a smile and cooks with the enthu and care for people coming to eat. And one day he was irritated and that reflected in the taste of food. I am sure, things we do with love; care always finds its way to tell the person that it’s made with care and love.

It always leaves an impression, and it makes us believe even objects pass on the feelings, though without words but they speak.