Daily Prompt: Critical

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CRITICAL: (Adjective) – Important. This is the meaning that I have used for this blog.

I have always wondered what makes people go through a lot of adversities, pain ( physical and mental) and torture during their journey towards achieving something that they have set out to achieve.

Let me elaborate this thought:

A soldier fighting on the fronts or fighting in another country for a cause goes through so much of physical and mental pain. He put his life at risk and fights. He knows that he might not go back home alive.

A person in search of the larger meaning of life, puts himself through a lot of ordeal in order to find that higher purpose. Some travel east to the Himalayas and go through a lot of physical pain. They detach themselves from every other thing that was near and dear to them.

A student who really wants to get admission into a particular university or school burns the midnight oil in order to achieve his goal. He is not bothered about the soccer matches he misses or the rock concerts that he cannot attend during those days. He forgoes everything else in order to succeed in his pursuit.

The CRITICAL thing here is how CRITICAL is a particular thing for you. And to what extend will you go in order to achieve it. Everything else becomes secondary for that person.

The most CRITICAL thing for a soldier is his duty which is protection of his country and countrymen.

There is nothing more CRITICAL for a seeker than to keep seeking the larger purpose of life.

The student knows how CRITICAL it is for him to put in his 100% in order to achieve his goals in life.

It is very CRITICAL for everyone to identify their goals in life.
It is CRITICAL to work towards those goals.

 

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The Beauty Of Love.

She knew something was wrong;
She almost saw it coming.
She did not know how to respond;
For she was still learning about love.

The usual warmth was no more there;
Morning hugs seemed distanced.
The smile somehow seemed fake;
Homecoming greetings slowly dwindled.

They first met in a garden;
It was indeed love at first sight.
They moved in together very soon;
It was lot of love and warmth henceforth.

The first sight of the little one was ecstatic;
As it blossomed, their joy knew no limits.
They spent a lot of time with each other;
They did not have to speak to communicate.

People told such relations don’t last;
She did not believe them for sure.
She watered it and kept it in sunlight;
For she knew that’s all it needed.

One day she found it had completely dried up;
That fragrant flower had withered down.
The yellow leaves tried to smile but couldn’t;
The last breath just happened with a sigh.

She just couldn’t let it go;
Continued to water it and talk to it.
One season led to another;
She sat with it as though nothing had changed.

One fine day she was pleasantly surprised ;
She saw a small shoot coming out .
Her joy knew no end;
For she knew it had not failed her

The same process repeated for years ;
One plant leading to another.
Ephemeral plants have short life cycles;
But one plant always leads to another.

The change of plant did not bother her anymore;
For, she realized it was not about the plant.
It was about her love for the plant;
And that, she knew to give in abundance.

That is the beauty of love;
It is always upto the giver to keep giving.
The muse is just an excuse;
For the lover to keep loving.

 

 

 

Nature’s Nature.

Will the water droplets ever speak up and say;
“Oh I am running out, I am about to dry up , please save me ! “
Will the setting sun’s rays ever look at you and say;
“Oh I am the last one for today, shoot me and frame me “
Will the last fruit on a plant smile to you lusciously;
“Oh I am the last fruit of this plant, pickle me ! 

The water drop knows it is part of a cycle and it will come back;
The vapor, the cloud, the falling rain drop and the process repeating .
The sun’s rays know tomorrow’s rays will bring a new day;
A new beginning for which this day has to end.
The fruit knows it has seeds within waiting to sprout up
Bringing a new plant and many more new fruits . 

When we realize each phase has its beauty and it keeps repeating with each birth;
We may learn to enjoy it without complaining and worrying.
When we know it’s only when one journey ends that the other can begin ;
We may learn to live each day with the same zest and joy.
When we learn that we can live forever only through our good deeds;
We may start spreading love and warmth to people around us.

The Nature’s nature is to repeat and  to recycle in its own unique ways.
The indispensable parts of nature seem to have understood it.
And those who haven’t, are still struggling to get a foothold here!

 

The Trance Energy

via Daily Prompt: Trance

Do you ever get into a trance?

I do.

And I do every time I sit to write.

I know the energy within is very different when I type my words. And that energy is the trance energy for me.

There are days when I sit in front of my laptop for hours hunting for the right words, the right topic, the right mood, the right lighting, the right shadow…… But nothing happens.

And then, there are days when I just sit and that energy within just spins out word after word connecting each word with an idea and the ideas spun together into a story. That for me is being in trance.

Trance is defined as a temporary mental condition in which someone is not completely conscious of and/or not in control of himself or herself.

And that “not completely conscious” stage touches the most untouched depths from within to pull out the most meaningful and personal thoughts.

When I read those words after it is all written, I wonder when was it that I put all those words, ideas and stories there (into those depths which is normally not accessible for me) ? Where did I dig it all out from? It seems so different from the usual “me”.

And then, I thank my trance moment for bringing out that different me from within.

CORE DUMPED.

Power On Self Test.

She was born normal. Everything was in place. All features were working. She was a ready-to-go package delivered on-time and intact. Just like her other mates at the manufacturing unit, she had absolutely no control on where she would be sent to. It purely depended on who had requested for one and which unit was ready for delivery. And all the units were manufactured with similar features. There could be slight variations in the look and feel depending on the place of production. There were some tweaks made based on the user requests.

Once delivered to the user, she could be further programmed as per the user’s requirements. Some old memory might still exist for some time but then it soon gets over written by the new codes and images.

Error Log.

The place where our protagonist got delivered to, was a strange place. She felt everyday that a part of her was getting crippled. All those areas which had scope for imaginative and futuristic programming were slowly getting replaced by some old texts which were more of directives and commands to instill fear.

She felt the change was complete when the if-else loops became shorter and with no other options. Some were as conservative as:

if “code runs 5 time daily”
then “live”
else ” kill”

Or as ridiculous as:

If ” plant leaf is green”
then “save the plant”
else ” paint it green”

Confirmed Bug.

As a result she lost all diversity and fun. She saw similar machines around her. Whenever they networked, they discussed some of the issues they were facing . But then there would always be someone to instill the fear in them that they were not supposed to be looking at other options. The directive was from the main server which was supposed to be sitting somewhere in an air conditioned server room in a desert far away.

Self Repair Attempt.

Finally one day she decided to run away. But then she realized that she did not even know where she was and how to go about running. All those programs were completely destroyed. She had hardly seen the world outside because she was always taken around covered with bubble wraps. She was kept so protected that she had lost any confidence of trying anything new. Her wires were kept so entangled with the wires of machines around her that she could not even move without letting others know.

One by one she saw all the other machines around her getting carried away for something that was being referred to as “higher purpose”. She was the youngest one there and her turn was yet to come. Taking advantage of the situation, she tried to access some of the restricted areas within her.

There ,she found some images and articles that were shared by machines from different surroundings. Her parts wept when she saw how much her counterparts had moved ahead in existence. They could run their imaginations far and wide and as a result they had come up with such fun programs and games.

They were never bubble wrapped or kept entangled with others. They were making a life for themselves and doing their bit for the machine community. They were under no compulsions and they had choices. Most importantly, they were not living under fear. They connected to different servers depending on their requirement and they were free to do so.

Core Dump Reload.

She immediately switched herself off and ran her last program that would abort all other programs. She knew she couldn’t do anything else under those circumstances. She was clear that she did not want to be a part of any other “higher purpose”. She knew that the purpose of being a machine was to run all the programs that she could, get some enhancements as she went along and enjoy the entire process of existence. 

There is no purpose higher than running all your programs to the best of your ability, enriching yourself and others in the process and leaving behind a little of yourself by doing your bit to enhance the entire machine community.

“Instilling fear and calling something other than serving your entire race as higher purpose, only shows how scared you are from within. I do not support this cause and hence I am aborting all my programs.”

This was the last message she brought up on her screen before being declared “unfit for use”.

The End. 

 

 

Daily Prompt: Prickle

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  • I have always wanted to detach myself from the result of whatever I do. Say, I write a blog and publish it, I dont want to be looking at the number of views it gets. I know that once I give it my best shot, there is nothing much that I can do.

But when each time I finish my job, and wait for the results to be announced, my skin prickles with excitement and that reminds me that I am still a work-in-progress. 

  • I know that I am a mom and I cannot force my opinions and views on my kids. I can let them know the good, the bad and the ugly and then wait for them to learn to make the right choices. There is only so much that I can do.

But each time I overlook my child’s views on a particular topic and overwrite his decision, my body prickles with a sense of disbelief and that reminds me that I am still a work-in-progress. 

  • I try to do something with all my might. I ask for help when I a stuck. I feel I did everything right. I know people have different expectations and likes. Some may like my work , some may not.

But  when someone criticizes me and I sulk, my cheeks prickle with embarrassment. That reminds me that I am a still a work-in-progress. 

 

 

That Special Lens Of Motherhood.

Age as a number ceases to exist when you look through that special lens of motherhood.

I am often asked how it feels to have an “almost-teen” at home;
And I look through that person because I dont know the right answer.
Am I supposed to say, “oh the teen tantrums are almost here”.
Or am I supposed to say ” I just want to get over with this phase”.
I dont usually have an answer to such questions;
Because I look at my child through that special lens of motherhood.

Every phase in a mother’s life comes with its own beauty and emotions.
A newborn can fill a mother’s eyes with tears of happiness.
An infant’s first step fills a mother’s heart with pride and joy.
A toddler’s naughtiness gives a mother reasons to laugh out loud.
It seems like a mother’s eternal wait is over when her child gets back from kindergarten.
The stories from school sound more soothing to a mother than her favorite music album.

 

Getting lost in the moment is the beauty of motherhood;
Leaving a part of you in the child is the power of motherhood;
Rediscovering yourself and your strengths each day is the essence of motherhood;
Unraveling the unconditional love in you is the outcome of motherhood.
No one can explain the so complex yet so fulfilling journey of motherhood;
Age as a number ceases to exist when you look through that special lens of motherhood;

Dedicated to all the beautiful mothers out there…

 

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