Saturday, July 8, 2017

Karmic Omens

Everything Happens for a Reason.

How do you explain every single bloody thing happening in a day, one after another, in a span of less than 12 hours of being awake, making you think of originality that exists or existed or got lost somewhere in my quest to ‘fit in’? Well, I don’t want to explain it but just embrace it as an omen for my life ahead.

Santiago is taught to follow omens, as they are messages from the soul of the universe. Whether the precious stones from the King, the teachings of the Alchemist, or the wisdom from the soul of the desert, Santiago learns omens are everything in life. They just need to be understood.

Exhibit 1:

After a major slap of a lesson in understanding and respect for time yesterday (read: Lazy Priorities), I wake up today well enough to go for The Indian Express discussion meet on the topic of Kashmir, a relevant topic considering exactly one year young militant Burhan Wani was killed by Indian Army and ever since Kashmir has been boiling till this day. However, I chose not to.

I try to evaluate in my strangely sheepishly ashamed heart why I did not when I really wanted to visit The Indian Express office, for just like NewsX, this would have brought me into a full circle, only this time as an invitee and not some random student or employment seeking guy. My reading of a few web columns and Swati Chaturvedi’s I Am A Troll yesterday had me with good facts to throw if asked for. Plus, I had already decided in my mind to do SnapChat stories at the discussion. Yet I did not go.

Instead I slept late. Got up to breakfast table where I finished the book I Am A Troll. I posted a tweet about it, with relevant tag and hashtag, and received a “Thanks” to which I replied in single tweet. I even got many likes and retweets. And it was pretty soon, the fun died. Because this is the only level I was interested in it. And it makes me see, probably there is only this little interest in Kashmir for me. I am deeply concerned but not in priority.


Exhibit 2, 3 and 4:

Call it a bolt of original luck that I click view on two gay videos with bottoms that I have multiple times watched in their younger porn days. And I had seen my most original and favorite porn star grow up in an unsuspecting video about a month back also, due to a chance name search on PornHub.

The cable movie that accompanied our lunch time was also one to show me the importance of Originality. I had seen and somehow enjoyed this films before, but today I could not stand it as I knew the original from which it badly copied. This was Chori Chori Chupke Chupke, and the original being Pretty Woman.

Even a chance click on a one week old uploaded America's Got Talent video on YouTube was about a guy, Johnny Manuel, who was auditioning because even though he had been singing all his life and was signed with a music label at 14, he lost the music career. But today, he hopes that he can finally be who he is and present himself and his music to the world. In short, be original.


Exhibit 5, raised to power n:

There’s no perfect relationship. All relationships are work. If you will put in the work, you will reap rewards.

Being at home makes me an unintentional privy to the arguments between mom and dad, and bhabhi and bhai. Certain topics, at times all of them, feel like I have been-there-lived-that. No point in putting either of them to words, because I did not do so before also and yet when encountered, I knew what they were doing wrong. I am not happy at their wrong but glad that I could think laughs in my solutions.

My Originality is being a patient listener for God has given us two ears and one tongue.
My Originality is being the one who can bring in laughs even in the hardest of arguments.
My Originality is being happy being myself because I just want to be happy and smiling all the time.


Rewind for the Future:

As mentioned before, I got to finish a novel today, something I have done after God-knows-when….. Oh, I remember, first week of January 2017 and John Green’s The Fault In Our Stars. A movie I watched in 2014 on big screen, lied continuously that I have read it, only to finish it almost three years later, because I had time in hand, as my phone was stolen in train. BEAT THAT!

I Am A Troll was a good read for me to make decision that I don’t want to stay in this country. This is what the original me was, ever since my childhood and dreams of an Australian life. Don’t know how that came up, but it did came up before the dream of being an actor  but maybe along the dream of being in the stars, which kind of had me stuck with something of NASA and Pilot talks in my childhood.

I screwed up big time while growing up, and it may not be direct ticket to Australia, but at least I know my originality at last.


Original New Words:

Read each book you own, but don’t force yourself into reading them full if you don’t like them.
Burn all stupid scented candles you has wasted time and money on, but keep the ones you can share soon.

Stop being negative about how other people live their relationship. Wisdom is sharing your views by first giving silent comfort to the confused. If the relationship matters for the participants, they will work out – even if that means seeking external help. If it doesn’t matter, no one can do anything.

Start doing all your pending work, without chaos, that required your attention. But if some things just don’t seem to make sense, just remove them from the pending list. No need to keep screwing your one and original life with unworthy past tasks, which you took up while pretending to be someone you never were.

Life is full of omens around us. Finding my original self is my biggest challenge. I write by noticing omens around me, in my day-to-day life. They may not mean anything for everyone else, but if I can see them, I sure can understand them to better my life. They are soul of the universe, full of wisdom for a life of karma and originality.

Never change your originality for the sake of others because no one can play your role better than you.

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