After a week of constant laziness i finally managed to post this guest post by the hilariously smart blogger Anshul Thankur
I have been on cloud 7 ever since i saw the guest post tweet in my twitter mention because at last after crying multiple shades of blue one of my favorites listened and made an effort to write down for my poor blog which is almost dying daily cursing the blog owner who is one and only I, Me and Myself. \^o^/
Okay,Let's begin. Here it is xD
Birthday is the time when we pull out old photo
archives, sit with near and dears and then reminisce amidst a lot of bantering
and badinage. We don’t talk of regrets, we mock ourselves at the mistakes and
blunders that we committed and thankfully take little offence. So, birthday is
good day, right?
Okay honey, I’ll tell you a secret recipe to
living today, this birthday. Daddy’s grown all too old to not lecture about
what to do and what not to do, but if you promise to be a good girl today, I promise
you there is nothing hard in living if you have a few things with you. We’re
not the all-knowing and always right people, it isn’t exactly bad to not be
like that. Take this as a little gift.
Deal? Good.
Let us talk about what you will not like in the
future. Regrets. We’re not afraid of making mistakes, we are afraid that
we might regret them some time later. But ‘might’ is as clandestine as it is
potent. And what future are we alluding to when we make those decisions, is it
better than what we imagine it to be if we choose the ‘regretful’ way? There is
not one trajectory that one could follow in this intricate labyrinth strewn
across our lifetime. Time is not the better judge, we are. Why can’t we regret?
What is wrong with regretting anyway? Presence of regrets means we did
something that we later discovered was not the better way to do something. That
is a lesson, not the end of the world. Even if it is the end of the world,
well, it doesn’t matter then anyway.
I know I talk a lot about routine and discipline
and about how you need a routine to get a sense of direction. I should police
my words better, now that we have you, a little darling who is growing up into
such a wonderful lady. Discipline is the word, routine is practically rhetoric.
I look at you jumping all around the house and filling the ears of this
homestead with melodic chimes and the eyes with smiles. So when I shake my head
in dismay and Grandma and Pa pull at me while they make every effort to pamper
you and ensure that your conviviality and festivities don’t stop, I am just
being cautious honey. And Ma and Papa know how to keep it in mind that we
cannot be too cautious now. But be warned, discipline is what we stand for, it
is the objective, not the means and I will not be lax on maintaining it.
You know right now, where dreams are made. I
fear, routine might take that knowledge from you and make you mechanical and
call it methodological. Sleep child, sleep as much as you need, no less,
neither an ounce more. I want you to wake up every day with a dream in your
head, and tell me about it. I’ll listen, I’ll find time. There will be times of
school, then college and then jobs which will make you use alarm clocks; but
honey, this is your life, all of it. You will own your education, your job,
your roles, they will never own you, if you don’t let them. Don’t let them, or
else you’ll fear regretting.
The key to living is to live as it comes. Big
people have said simple words, ‘stay hungry, stay foolish’, or ‘life is what
you make it’. I tell you that they are all absolutely right, but one shoe doesn’t
fit all and it is up to us to find our own way of life, our own quote. So
listen with intent, and think a lot. The world needs people who can think and
contemplate. If you are annoyed, be annoyed, don’t try to be not annoyed when
you are, and when you are happy, let no worry bog you down.
Someday you’ll think of us and might feel the
weight, but honey, we’re fine as long as you are fine. Someday you might read
this, and think that I gave a recipe for disaster. And maybe someday you’ll
read it and think it all makes sense. In between those points, just remember we
have our lessons, but just like you are special, your life too is and you have
to find your lessons first hand. But do whatever, do not forget to live.
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You got an amazing post to read. *You may clap now and leave dhaasu comments* xD
Here's a little token of thanks for you Anshul for sharing one of the most beautiful piece :) xD
I am one of those person who find humour in worse situations.Trust me if i get an opportunity i might even end up joking about my death.Often this surprise to the people around me and then another tag of insanity is placed on my shoulders but then it hardly matters because i just cannot dwell in to the sadness throwing the Oh why me thing on every second person i meet.I seriously don't know if it makes someone a winner as the picture in right is shouting aloud but it is for sure that laughter is the cheapest medicine available at home.I rather work on the things i lack in.Though the depression sometimes takeover but then its okay, humans we are and its okay to let the analysis shower tantrums.I am though again bad at it..I end up watching comedy circus episodes. *You can kill me now* 
Celebrating success is as important as
conquering it and accepting failure is as royal as celebrating success.
Accepting a failure gives the desperation required to bounce back.
Future belongs to those, who can think about their success on one day or
other, even when they transfixed.You can read the whole post by clicking on pramoda's space
