The pleasure of doing nothing!!

The title itself might evoke a great sense of pleasure in most of our minds. The thought of not doing anything seems as the best gift one could receive.But, in practicality "the not doing anything part" can occur only when we are in perennial slumber.The 1.3 kg grey matter in our head loves to work, if not given proper work it will work towards mischief, but will work nevertheless.

Why is that not doing anything brings about the most pleasant emotions in us? Is it the fear of committing a mistake when we attempt anything,or is it the fear of being judged, or maybe not knowing what to do or plain procrastination. Whatever be the reason we give it is clear that we cherish the moments of nothingness we manage to get.

The work pressure, long grueling schedules, extra classes, multi tasking and all the related evils of this fast forward living gives us very little time for ourselves.The challenging part is how do we get the pleasure we all cherish while living the way we like to live.

For example take the case of the leftover loaf of bread in your refrigerator. You aren't doing anything while giving it to that old lady down the road,on your way to office.You are not doing anything by dropping your dad to visit his friend while you're off for some work. When you smile at your old watchman you aren't doing anything again.

But, there is pleasure in all these activities. A small difference is that the pleasure is felt by the other party. When you realize that your most insignificant things mean a lot to the people around you the pleasure can be mutual.We all must have used the phrase "Its nothing at all!!" while in practicality we would have slogged our guts out for that work. But, for things which don't require any effort at all why do we feel as if we've done some thing really great.

The pleasure of doing nothing can be ours every day, every hour but somehow we don't give it  a chance.
If not doing anything translates to sitting on the couch and watching the reruns of some stupid show. All I can say is please google to find out how many parts of your body are involved in that activity.

Give life a chance sometimes to give you certain pleasures... These are your invaluable treasures....

Choti Si Asha - just a little hope!!!

Communal clashes, bus accidents, rape, political drama , and what not. The newspaper today is spoilt for such news.Then India wins a match and the mood is back on track. I am willing to forget people killing each other over measly issues.But, something which seizes to go away from my memory is people killing themselves. The thought evokes mixed feelings in me.The most prominent ones being anger, empathy and helplessness.

Anger for the ones who commit suicide, empathy for their loved ones and helplessness for myself.If only I could have stopped them for making such a foolish investment by spending all their love, care and concern

Most of the people end their lives just like that.Little do they realize that, in that bargain they murder many others. The important ones being their parents, siblings, friends and teachers. The guilt in the minds of those left behind is enough to ruin their lives. The guilt of not stopping them .The guilt of not being able to sense something amiss.The feeling of guilt without actually being guilty is the one shot murder weapon which the people who commit suicide use for their loved ones.

I seriously wonder if this was such a best option, then the whole world would have been human-less. Then, again who are they to take away something which is not even partly theirs except the fifty or sixty kgs which they carry and prance about. Their looks, education, upbringing and finally their suicide weapon is also from someone else's hardwork ,dreams and love. The reasons are the most frivolous to say the least. A failed test,a 3 month old affair or a minor conflict at home.

Well, all of us who are reading it might have faced these issues has well. But we never dream t of running for the nearest well, or sleeping pills or a knife. We let it pass. Well, we all live with a small component called "HOPE- ASHA". The thing which drives us to face each day with its share of obstacles. The Hope with which our parents bring us up. The hope with which our teachers train us to become future leaders. The "Hope Fairy " which showed me light to pass sixth standard still helps me each day. It definitely takes different forms of 'my mom, my dad, gardener, doggy etc but then it shines through nevertheless

I know this is not going to drive sense into heads which cannot sense the agony of their loved ones. But, this is my attempt for keeping the "hope fairy" alive. I am relieved of my guilt of not making an attempt to do something.

Hoping for a day which can bring happiness to each kind heart and smile to worthy lips. this is a little hope which I have. "choti si asha.."