Yeah, I am writing this one. Sure a bit of boring stuff that you might not want to read, still I am sure I will be clicking that PUBLISH button in some time from now and my browser will feel refreshed like the cute little puppy shaking off that water from the garden hose.
Every person on this world is a result of eternal love at first sight or a wedding lock out of a systematic assessment of planetary positions or just plain rut ending in shameless coitus or in some cases artificial insemination slash In Vitro Fertilization. Of-course it is not that easy as it sounds, the genesis of human life is not a six sigma process rather it is a stochastic event impossible to explain even today. Man has discovered, invented and created so many things but God/Nature has given the gift of childbearing only to another incredible gift to human race, WOMAN. A time critical process, slippage of days cannot be imagined even minutes of delay can mean an unsuccessful endeavor. Ten to twelve hours that is the time an egg is available for conception, do or die is the mantra. A race to fertilize the egg starts, after rounds and rounds of elimination "IF" a winner emerges, a new life chooses to exist and that is day 1 at office. Beautiful. After few weeks a gift with a "can't be priced tag" or a "strike of lightening on the forehead" unravels in the form of a pregnancy test.
The process is still random with several possibilities, not every conception is a happy ending. In many cases it is just "UNPROTECTED" mistake terminated with just a pill washed down the throat and few hours later the criminal is probably in a coffee shop feeling no weight on the shoulders. In few cases the foetus shows signs of growing in to a great WOMAN in future, but now lab report says it is a female, well...female? "take a pill, let us try again" terminated. In few cases mum and dad want to be mum and dad for real, but their social situations do not allow for one more mouth to feed and they choose not to welcome the new life in to their living hell. In few cases a drunk driver terminates both the foetus and the expectant family. For the rest, the time has come to think about some new names :o)
God/Nature did not give fetus the choice of selecting mum and dad, mum and dad the choice of selecting the baby. But the catalyst called love starts to work ever so quickly and the parents fall in love that is not marked with an expiry date even before they have seen that some one special waiting to cry for the first of many times, waiting to pump the fist for the first of many times, waiting to kick the foot for the first of many times.
Come the 9th month and the right time for the baby to see the world the mother goes through intense, excruciating pain and puts her own life in the borderline and the only spell that can not only reverse her agony but also make her extremely happy is that first cry from that thing attached on the other side of her umbilical cord. If you ever want to know what pain is? ask your Mom, of-course by the time this question is asked we would have broken her heart time and time again that she is confused which was the most painful experience.
Unless we are subjected to a session of hypnosis the chances are that we have long since forgotten our toddler days with a wet nappy and a favorite toy on each hand not put down even during a sound sleep, a careless rambling around the only recognized face, the mother and a constant yip-yapping in a language known only to us but enjoyed by anyone, everyone.No ego, no fear, no competition, no language barrier and no pain. Good days. Given a chance everyone would love to go back to those days.
I have heard people saying time is the biggest teacher and biggest healer etc. Looking back I have nothing to contradict these statements. With time, our choice changes. The cute animated Disney animal is no longer funny. At this age a wet nappy is not known but the next day morning waking in a wet bed is embarrassing even in front of your own mum and dad, mother's tummy is no longer the favorite pillow, presence of dad around when taking bath is no longer comfortable, baby food is no longer a liking, going to school is not a happy experience, walking stealthily in to the kitchen for a couple of helpings of sugar is not a crime, picking the ball from the gutters is heroic, going around in a completely misfitting trousers and shirts is a fashion. The age when we learn from seeing and hearing not by reading. The age when we felt it was kool to be a grown up.
Not before we know, we fall in the teen basket and remain there for seven colourful years. The age when we want everything that our peer has, the age we spend more time with friends than with family, the age when we made the most number of friends and enemies, our priorities coming above mum and dad, when we actually thought that mum and dad really hated us and it was our earned right to hate them, we did not understand or care why our physical appearance was changing, why the pimples always came back even if we pinched them. Home cooked food always tasted bad and saying that to mum was not too sadistic and eating in that regular joint was the way to go, having some friends in the house everyday was a ritual. The age when the decisions made were a random choice than well thought, the age that would define the future more often than not and this is where the "no terms and conditions apply" cease to exist.
At 20 the birth clause changes and being a grown up is no longer kool, with out exception we want to go back to our childhood and we miss all the hand holding and spoon feeding by mom and dad, give it some marination and we don't miss a sign board that reads "Midlife crisis - few more years" and the inevitable will happen.
Perform exceptionally well in all departments of life but deep down the emptiness follows its own sinusoidal waveform. Say this to someone the first thing they say is "stress" and if you are single the next thing is "Find a partner, get married" or even worse "Change job". Few people even recognize that this is actually more of an emotional fear to deal with walking the green mile. The inevitable will happen, but what next? I am going through my spell now. Couple of years back me and my friend were sitting in a park bench and discussing nothing important but today he is married and is worried about so many things. How to handle that? I have always been carefree but now people around me are always worried and running towards something, what is that something? Should I also be running? For no reason my heart races and returns to peace when I see a baby sleeping in her father's arms and in her own terms, why is that? I start to think that wellness magazines can actually help me and self help books really work for every one, do they? Whenever I see a shop selling frozen yogurt I do think eating it is a soothing experience. Crazy me.
But this is not too bad, this is just nature's way of preparing for the inevitable. I say this inevitable because everyone has to walk through the light. "Is" has to become "Was" someday. Krishna was here, Jesus was here, Einstein was here, Edison was here and until recent Steve Jobs was here. So it is all about what we do when here and how we would like to look-back at the last leg of the lap.
Be kind to everyone, saying yes for everything is not bad, don't be too busy with yourself there is not enough time to know others, eat healthy food and don't forget to indulge, share that spare change after all you are in the good fortune to share, strike a random conversation with a stranger perhaps they might be happy to talk, give that seat to the elderly someday you would need it too, read that long pending book, call a friend everyday, pray for others, have the heart to forgive and forget, wish a good day at least to the first person you meet on the street, lift or anywhere, thank everyone for the service they render, be generous, be ethical and never think you can deal with your integrity, taking a walk alone on the park this gives you time to reflect on yourself, carry a camera and feel free to click anything that can be legally clicked - that makes for a great collage, follow at least one sport there is no better ice breaker than sports, listen to music - it has the ability to recollect good memories from the past, keep up with appointments and remember it is not a crime to miss an appointment, visit your doctor, visit your relatives and friends, play the host for your friends and relatives, write down those good things - you would cherish them in future, kiss goodnight to your loved ones every night and never forget to lit up your face with a great smile :0)
Every person on this world is a result of eternal love at first sight or a wedding lock out of a systematic assessment of planetary positions or just plain rut ending in shameless coitus or in some cases artificial insemination slash In Vitro Fertilization. Of-course it is not that easy as it sounds, the genesis of human life is not a six sigma process rather it is a stochastic event impossible to explain even today. Man has discovered, invented and created so many things but God/Nature has given the gift of childbearing only to another incredible gift to human race, WOMAN. A time critical process, slippage of days cannot be imagined even minutes of delay can mean an unsuccessful endeavor. Ten to twelve hours that is the time an egg is available for conception, do or die is the mantra. A race to fertilize the egg starts, after rounds and rounds of elimination "IF" a winner emerges, a new life chooses to exist and that is day 1 at office. Beautiful. After few weeks a gift with a "can't be priced tag" or a "strike of lightening on the forehead" unravels in the form of a pregnancy test.
The process is still random with several possibilities, not every conception is a happy ending. In many cases it is just "UNPROTECTED" mistake terminated with just a pill washed down the throat and few hours later the criminal is probably in a coffee shop feeling no weight on the shoulders. In few cases the foetus shows signs of growing in to a great WOMAN in future, but now lab report says it is a female, well...female? "take a pill, let us try again" terminated. In few cases mum and dad want to be mum and dad for real, but their social situations do not allow for one more mouth to feed and they choose not to welcome the new life in to their living hell. In few cases a drunk driver terminates both the foetus and the expectant family. For the rest, the time has come to think about some new names :o)
God/Nature did not give fetus the choice of selecting mum and dad, mum and dad the choice of selecting the baby. But the catalyst called love starts to work ever so quickly and the parents fall in love that is not marked with an expiry date even before they have seen that some one special waiting to cry for the first of many times, waiting to pump the fist for the first of many times, waiting to kick the foot for the first of many times.
Come the 9th month and the right time for the baby to see the world the mother goes through intense, excruciating pain and puts her own life in the borderline and the only spell that can not only reverse her agony but also make her extremely happy is that first cry from that thing attached on the other side of her umbilical cord. If you ever want to know what pain is? ask your Mom, of-course by the time this question is asked we would have broken her heart time and time again that she is confused which was the most painful experience.
Unless we are subjected to a session of hypnosis the chances are that we have long since forgotten our toddler days with a wet nappy and a favorite toy on each hand not put down even during a sound sleep, a careless rambling around the only recognized face, the mother and a constant yip-yapping in a language known only to us but enjoyed by anyone, everyone.No ego, no fear, no competition, no language barrier and no pain. Good days. Given a chance everyone would love to go back to those days.
I have heard people saying time is the biggest teacher and biggest healer etc. Looking back I have nothing to contradict these statements. With time, our choice changes. The cute animated Disney animal is no longer funny. At this age a wet nappy is not known but the next day morning waking in a wet bed is embarrassing even in front of your own mum and dad, mother's tummy is no longer the favorite pillow, presence of dad around when taking bath is no longer comfortable, baby food is no longer a liking, going to school is not a happy experience, walking stealthily in to the kitchen for a couple of helpings of sugar is not a crime, picking the ball from the gutters is heroic, going around in a completely misfitting trousers and shirts is a fashion. The age when we learn from seeing and hearing not by reading. The age when we felt it was kool to be a grown up.
Not before we know, we fall in the teen basket and remain there for seven colourful years. The age when we want everything that our peer has, the age we spend more time with friends than with family, the age when we made the most number of friends and enemies, our priorities coming above mum and dad, when we actually thought that mum and dad really hated us and it was our earned right to hate them, we did not understand or care why our physical appearance was changing, why the pimples always came back even if we pinched them. Home cooked food always tasted bad and saying that to mum was not too sadistic and eating in that regular joint was the way to go, having some friends in the house everyday was a ritual. The age when the decisions made were a random choice than well thought, the age that would define the future more often than not and this is where the "no terms and conditions apply" cease to exist.
At 20 the birth clause changes and being a grown up is no longer kool, with out exception we want to go back to our childhood and we miss all the hand holding and spoon feeding by mom and dad, give it some marination and we don't miss a sign board that reads "Midlife crisis - few more years" and the inevitable will happen.
Perform exceptionally well in all departments of life but deep down the emptiness follows its own sinusoidal waveform. Say this to someone the first thing they say is "stress" and if you are single the next thing is "Find a partner, get married" or even worse "Change job". Few people even recognize that this is actually more of an emotional fear to deal with walking the green mile. The inevitable will happen, but what next? I am going through my spell now. Couple of years back me and my friend were sitting in a park bench and discussing nothing important but today he is married and is worried about so many things. How to handle that? I have always been carefree but now people around me are always worried and running towards something, what is that something? Should I also be running? For no reason my heart races and returns to peace when I see a baby sleeping in her father's arms and in her own terms, why is that? I start to think that wellness magazines can actually help me and self help books really work for every one, do they? Whenever I see a shop selling frozen yogurt I do think eating it is a soothing experience. Crazy me.
But this is not too bad, this is just nature's way of preparing for the inevitable. I say this inevitable because everyone has to walk through the light. "Is" has to become "Was" someday. Krishna was here, Jesus was here, Einstein was here, Edison was here and until recent Steve Jobs was here. So it is all about what we do when here and how we would like to look-back at the last leg of the lap.
Be kind to everyone, saying yes for everything is not bad, don't be too busy with yourself there is not enough time to know others, eat healthy food and don't forget to indulge, share that spare change after all you are in the good fortune to share, strike a random conversation with a stranger perhaps they might be happy to talk, give that seat to the elderly someday you would need it too, read that long pending book, call a friend everyday, pray for others, have the heart to forgive and forget, wish a good day at least to the first person you meet on the street, lift or anywhere, thank everyone for the service they render, be generous, be ethical and never think you can deal with your integrity, taking a walk alone on the park this gives you time to reflect on yourself, carry a camera and feel free to click anything that can be legally clicked - that makes for a great collage, follow at least one sport there is no better ice breaker than sports, listen to music - it has the ability to recollect good memories from the past, keep up with appointments and remember it is not a crime to miss an appointment, visit your doctor, visit your relatives and friends, play the host for your friends and relatives, write down those good things - you would cherish them in future, kiss goodnight to your loved ones every night and never forget to lit up your face with a great smile :0)
And I quote one of the greatest:
"All the world's a stage,
And all the men and women merely players;
They have their exits and their entrances,
And one man in his time plays many parts,
His acts being seven ages. At first, the infant,
Mewling and puking in the nurse's arms.
Then the whining schoolboy, with his satchel
And shining morning face, creeping like snail
Unwillingly to school. And then the lover,
Sighing like furnace, with a woeful ballad
Made to his mistress' eyebrow. Then a soldier,
Full of strange oaths and bearded like the pard,
Jealous in honor, sudden and quick in quarrel,
Seeking the bubble reputation
Even in the cannon's mouth. And then the justice,
In fair round belly with good capon lined,
With eyes severe and beard of formal cut,
Full of wise saws and modern instances;
And so he plays his part. The sixth age shifts
Into the lean and slippered pantaloon,
With spectacles on nose and pouch on side;
His youthful hose, well saved, a world too wide
For his shrunk shank, and his big manly voice,
Turning again toward childish treble, pipes
And whistles in his sound. Last scene of all,
That ends this strange eventful history,
Is second childishness and mere oblivion,
Sans teeth, sans eyes, sans taste, sans everything."
