Thursday Noons - Not yet Weekend!

Thursday noon is the most treacherous of the lot. 

Hanging amidst the promises of Weekend; 

and rigmarole of one and a half work-day. 

Very finely balancing its existence. 

Like a Chandelier, up the roof, with micro-thread. 

There and still not. Almost. 

Thursday noon, playful, and still matured. 

With half of the mind plotting schemes;

And the other half clotting remnants of crazy week that it was. 

Smiling at its own yet not accomplished triumph. 

Of having survived. Another day. 

Thursday noon, semi-intoxicated. 

With the proposed plans for Friday evening. 

And Saturday, at times. Dabbling with choices. 

Or making them all realise. One at a time. 

Till heart soothes down. With an innate calm. 

And soul pats the back, muttering - "Well done". 

Thursday noons are just fine!

 #CerebralScintillations

Hard-liners never sit on the fences!

For reasons beyond the scope of this specific blog, I have always believed that the very genesis of intrinsic confidence is the power to stick to decisions. Taking that one decision and sticking to it, irrespective of how difficult the journey proves out to be, as long as you are convinced on the broad premise and it renders you peace. That broadly summarizes what has never failed to make me feel stronger, better. And while there have been multiple such decisions that I have taken, primarily over past 20 years, two such decisions standout very clearly, despite of both of them being random to the extent of being hilarious.

§  Year 1994: A 13 year old kid joins his new class (and new school) and gets introduced to his ‘naïve’ classmates reading erotica, hurling vernacular cuss words, harassing girls (sadly) fearlessly and crossing (invisible) boundary of the school (running out of IAF Barracks with two sections in the same room) to venture out into No-entry zones to kill time (or Date).  The culture shock leads him to commit to self that this is what he will never succumb to and it’s been 23 years he has been sticking to it. This was the first tryst of a teenager with vices and their counters.

§  Year 2001: A 20 year old engineering student, addicted to consuming excess common salt needs a push to get rid of the addiction and devises a plan. During the next academic-break, he is dining at home and starts putting salt in the food till his mother notices and decrees that so much salt is not good for health and he should stop putting salt over cooked food. That was the last time he put salt over ‘cooked’ food, even if it is salt-less.

Weird as these examples may sound, their impact on the personal-construct has been immense and hence they still find a recall. Also, for some people ‘Selective Exiting’ leads to ‘Affirmation of Willpower’. As it is articulated in some of Vedic references as well. Try your luck may be? Drop in your experiences.

P.S.: Exited Twitter today. To begin with. 

Metamorphosis!

Walking on a weird trapeze. 

Of being a rouge in the skin of porcelain. 

From being Refined, Chivalrous, Articulate, Clean-shaven.

To Street-smart, Intuitive, Inappropriate, Stubbled

Boys become Men in so many entropic ways. 

Either because of Life. 

Or because of Love. 

And both justify the transition perfectly fine. 

How have you transitioned by the way?

~ M