My day starts off by “disposing” an alarm that’ll ring surely at 4:20 if I won’t wake up exactly at 4:15. A bitter cup of drip coffee ready exactly in two minutes, an egg and nearly 100 push ups(65 now: progressing). Getting fresh, I sketch up what my today would look like or basically, what it should look like even if there’s 50 percent probability it won’t look as I planned. Then I’ll run, to a competition of what they call a preparation for competition.
( I nearly drowned at that last line. Too deep I know.)
Yeah. This is how my day begins- and I know none of you give a shit about how my day begins or goes or ends. I know none of you have even a teeny bit of interest in it. Not that I couldn’t cut this off of this artisode, but we’ll, why not know your dear Cynic right? Anyways, let us dive into what this artisode is really about. Me. Ha-i started it at the very first statement of this artisode. No Helter skelter. Totally to the point in this one. This article begun at the very first word after the title. I was in the ‘topic’ since the very beginning. Me. What I am doing or what I am about to do.
This is only me in this artisode. No you, no her, no him or no they. Only me. If any resemblance, not mere coincidence.. who knows they are lifestyles people follow?(at least I do and have seen a few who do too). So, I am not sorry if you’ve heard some ideas constantly and if ideas do not resonate, well, I’d be grateful of you to staying till the end.
Here we go, my three main and one recently added mantras of life.
(Number 4 is magic; at least for me.)
It’s knowledge; not (only) education.
I am not against any theories propounded or any huge University degrees. Neither I claim education to be unfruitful… I never can. But it’s only of a fact that I support ideas more than theories. I support practicality more than the examinations. We’ve seen a huge line of people with no uni degrees but ruling, literally ruling the world and I won’t even have to take their names. Knowledge is what I seek than edification. An impossible example of ‘a ball rolling without stopping on completely frictionless ground’ will never appeal me as an example of Newton’s 1st law of motion. What I want is idea- idea of how ketchup(in rest inside a bottle) when squeezed(force applied) falls down(motion) to our plate. Quality and values are what matter.
It’s about being happy ultimately. It’s not about always being happy.
What were the moon if we faced no night?
What value thy sun, if we had enough of light?
What were of smiles if we shed no tears?,
What were of justice, if fought were non a fight?
I believe poetry is a picture, and a picture speaks thousands of words. If it didn’t speak such loud, follow this link.
If it goes down, it’s for me to pick up.
Whatever I build and earn, whatever has my name linked on it, is something I have irrigated with my energy. I expect credit from it but am liable to have my name through mud if it sinks in the quicksand. So is the case with it’s falling. If it sinks, I’ve to swing, save it and make it stand again. If it falls, I need to lay all my energy, drag it up and start from those scratches again. Yes, if it goes down, it’s for me to build it again.
Follow your heart: The jury room.
Following heart is a long spoken ideology. I wouldn’t want to clarify more on how it is never wrong (it pumps your blood God damned.) I wouldn’t even bring out the theory of Malcom Gladwell, proving how 90% of split second decisions are far better than long thought decisions. (Believe me not? Google Evanston and Cramer’s experiment)
Told you a much already without a main point. Believe me, if you have a tough decision to make, flip the coin. You heard me right. Flip the coin. Make no mistakes, only flip. Don’t look at the results. Decide what you want at the last moment of coin flip. Listen to your heart then. Your heart cheering for head or tails to come is a clear decision. (That’s inspired by an Indian web series ‘Pitchers‘ by the way.)
This a complete mess. I’ll be glad if you could make something of it. If not, thank you for tolerating me.
Written By The Chief Cynic