Saturday, July 9, 2016

Igniting the passion within

Why are you so scared?
Why are you most afraid of?
Why don't you try giving your level best once again?

It's a known fact that you have failed thrice, which has resulted in great disgrace to you and your family. Just because you have failed on three occasions doesn't mean you are going to fail again. The best part about hitting rock bottom is the only way from there is up. You have to accept the fact that you have failed on numerous occasions, that you have let down your family, your well wishers and mos importantly yourself, that you got lost in the pursuit of your dreams, that you let pettiness get the better of you.

I am cognizant of all these developments. I have been there on all these occasions. I have died a thousand times so much so that each time my self-esteem hit rock bottom, it ended up creating a new low. I have been a victim of my bad decisions. I have been a victim of my fear of failure. All this while I harbored a fear of failure dreading how my life would turn out to be if I failed. Guess what? Despite being over-protective and extra-conscious, I still failed big time not once, not twice but thrice. Naturally, the whole idea of shielding me against my fear didn't seem to work out. I have nothing to fear but fear itself. This fear of mine has only proven to be detrimental -  stripping me of all my self-confidence, breaking my spine, bending my knees and humiliating my soul.  After being subjected to so much humiliation time and again, I fail to understand why I seek "comfort" in the arms of fear.

About time, I break up this relationship and stop being clingy to my past. Fear is an inevitable part of our existence. We could either dread it and mend our ways to avoid getting hurt, which eventually would turn out to be a farce OR we could acknowledge its existence and yet carry on with our lives like today is the last day of our lives.

I started off as a promising candidate in the school called life. However, somewhere down the road, I lost sight of my goal and started wandering in a swamp hoping someday the swamp will get lose grip of me and I will be set free. Truth be told it ain't happening. Until I take the driver's seat, the auto-pilot will never take me to my true destination.

I have had enough of comforts all my life and enough of entertainment to ease my passage through all difficult times. This however can not continue forever. I will have to give my 100% for the last time and see how things turn out.

My Physics coaching faculty once said, "Zindagi mein kabhi na kabhi kahin na kahin kissi na kissi cheez me apna 100% zaroor dena". I am confident this is the final call for molding my life the way I always wanted to.

I am 100% devoted to give my heart and soul to this endeavor of mine. May the force be with me. Amen. 

Monday, April 11, 2016

Goodbye, GrandPa

I will always remember the dreadful day of 11th April, 2016 when I lost my maternal grandfather a.k.a. Nana. This is the first (and probably the last in my lifetime) death of my closest kin. Naturally, a potpourri of emotions enamored me as I began to come to terms with the fact that my biggest supporter in this whole wide world is no longer with us.

They say a great man becomes the greatest upon his demise. Truer words were never spoken. The self-made man with a genius mind and a gift for making technological advancements despite being an illiterate, has always been my favorite person in the world. He was a pioneer in the field of radio technology, and went on to set up his own factory as well as institute of radio technology, where he frequented as the faculty of practical knowledge. Throughout his life, he saw great riches, great lifestyles and unfortunately he lived to see all of this turn upside down by a single twist of luck. Yet what continues to inspire me to this very day is his simplistic ways then and now, his attitude towards life that everything can be accomplished provided one tries really hard to achieve it. He was a man who truly lived his life without any regrets.

I still vividly remember his sense of humor, his one-liners, his jokes and how he turned every serious situation into a funny comedy of errors. He once told me, "Rima, tension na liya kar. Sab theek ho jayega."  I wish he was alive to give me that reassurance one more time. I miss my playful banter with him. I wish I could have spend some more time with him, especially during his last days. Nonetheless, even his death seems to teach me a valuable lesson: spend time with your loved ones, you never know when is the last time you will get to see them.

That incredibly talented man with an ill-fated fortune taught me great life lessons that I will value for the rest of my life. I want to thank you for being such an incredible grandfather, for being so understanding and so supportive, for believing in me when nobody else ever did. May your soul rest in peace. I will try my level best to make you proud one day, Meher Singh ji.

After all, Rima rani badi saiyyani! :(

Introductory Post

I am a homo sapiens treading upon this planet for almost 24 years now. I had always dreamed of living a life without regrets, so much so that I ceased to live for a very long time now. This blog is a documentary evidence of my reclamation of the old me, who was someone who wouldn't shy away from navigating unexplored territories, chasing her dreams with a never say never attitude.

As I begin this journey of mine, I welcome you all the world of Madhurima 2.0: a newer and improved version of myself :)