The Journey ..........

The Journey ..........
Just as everything that glitters is not gold, all those who wander are not lost

Friday, September 30, 2011

What makes me feel good?


Sitting quietly, sipping lemon tea, soaking in the morning - the dew kissed plants, the gentle warble of the doves, the shepherds herding away their goats to the pastures even as the blue mountains languorously stretch out from the canopy of the clouds. (In sync with nature)

When I sit with my angels and talk about their dreams and about Barbies’ and racing cars. And also about butterflies, the moon and the stars!  (Enjoying the togetherness)

Playing an intense game of badminton, keenly fighting every single point and then deciding to honestly call a sideline shot of my opponent - “in” instead of saying “out”, aware that by doing so I would not only lose the point but the match too. (Being honest)

While getting down from the train, helping  the old couple to alight first  and then assisting them in managing their luggage much to their surprise and gratefulness. (Serving)

When I rustle up a surprise breakfast for my wife or when I leave behind a note that reads “I love you” and in turn feel warm and happy, seeing the smile on her face. (Loving)

When I appreciate my men for a good job done and shake their hands warmly and in turn feel humbled with their appreciation that’s conveyed by their misty eyes. (Genuine appreciation)

When I see, Shadow, my dog wagging its tail when I am at the door and then seeing it jump up to give a slurp or two to my face. (Devotion)

When, I am running the odd 5km trying to better my timing and my heart tells me to just forget it and give up and yet a tiny resolve within me refuses to die and I lengthen my strides and manage to shave off a few seconds.  (Determination)

When, I know fully well that my views on the issue are not in consonance with those of my boss and yet I choose to articulate it much to his annoyance and discomfiture. (Speaking my mind)

When I feel like shouting at Rahul seeing him trying to finish his homework before the school van arrives (realising that he could have easily finished it last night had he not watched Jhansi ki Rani) and instead check my temper and write it for him as he wolves down his breakfast. (Managing anger)

When, I feel like pushing out the guy who is fiddling with the ATM for ages while I stand out baking in the Sun and instead use my time to clear away the junk from the inbox of my cell phone and mouth a polite “it’s alright” to him when he passes me by, by saying “sorry, thodi der lag gayi”.   (Patience)




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