Childhood Memory (Part 2)

Remember the incidents from your childhood?

Here, I am going to share one more of my childhood experience which comes from my mom. This is the second instalment of the series “Childhood Memories” and I think most of the people reading this blog have gone through this incident.

I am the second child of my parents and the statement itself makes me obliged to do anything and everything my mother, father or elder brother asks me to do. It’s about a winter morning. I used to run for my school early morning around 6 O’clock. My mother was preparing lunch for me. For a child of around 10, it’s really difficult to get ready all by himself. Because I have a brother who is pretty good with the “art of living” and learnt everything at a very little age, my parents thought I would be another genius born in their house. Unfortunately, they expected a little more out of me as I came out as a dumb kid who believed in the slip-on shoes and flip-flops because he never really understood how to tie his own shoelaces.

My father is a little strict person he wants everything perfect, effortless, and he never puts an effort in that, neither does his elder son. But for me, it was little tough to manage the knot of the tie, a creaseless uniform and proper black shining shoes for my early morning school. The reasons and impossibilities never entertained my father. But who will tell the cosy morning that I don’t need more sleep? I need to step out of my bed-sheet and have to run for school. As usual like any other morning, I was late for school, everything was in chaos. Somehow I managed to iron my school uniform, wear it in the best possible way I could, knot my tie, took the blazer in hand and put it on the couch near the exit door, picked my shoes and stepped in them. A perfect start to a day I thought, but, it wasn’t possible for obvious reasons. My mother was doing some dishes in the kitchen and so asked my father to take my lunch box from the stand and put it in my school bag. My father came holding my lunch box and the first thing he did after putting it into my school bag was scanning me from top to bottom and then bottom to top with a blank face and then shouted “ain’t you able to bend and polish your shoes or your mother will do it?”  At that time, I didn’t have the privilege of giving an ‘oh fuck!’ reaction neither did I know about it.

I went blank for a second and then shouted “mom where is the shoe polish and brush?” because she was the only one to whom I can talk like this or can show what I go through when I am not able to do certain things. Though I got a “how horrifying and dumb this kid is” expression from my father and then he left me in the trouble. A second later, my mother shouted back from the kitchen and said “It’s there only, in the cupboard beneath the staircase”. I went to the staircase and after 2minutes of searching in the cupboard and it was more than the time enough to check a 4*6 cupboard with three shelves but I didn’t find it. I again shouted in frustration “mom I can’t find it, please come and check,” and my mother replied by shouting on me with an exponential power of her voice. That’s what you get when you’re dumb alone in a group of smart people. “Get it by yourself, it would be there, yesterday itself I put it there” she shouted and “these three men will never let me sip my tea in peace” she added. I tried to find it for one more minute but didn’t and moved to drawing room in frustration where my mother was sitting with her tea in her hands and listening to her morning bhajans. “Mom is it more important for you to sit and listen to this usual bhajan, please get me the shoe brush,” I said and took a breath. I was expecting another taunt in the daily dose but my mother stood and came to me with her cup in her one hand. She put her other hand on my head and adored my hair and it wasn’t love at all, it was messing my hair which I tried to make good. I don’t know what has happened to my mother but she took me to the staircase and pointed out in between the side railing of the fourth staircase just above the cupboard and said, “see here it is, can’t you see,” I was upset with that. “How could she do this to me? She told me that it was in the cupboard but it wasn’t.” I thought. I conveyed this to her at the same moment. It was ruthless for me. My mother smiled at me and said, “I asked you to look in the cupboard and it doesn’t mean you can’t look here and there.

It was right there, in front of your eyes but you were trying to find it where it was instructed to you. You would have used your brain when the second time I asked you to look there and would have probably got It.” she made my hair with her fingers and asked me to polish my shoes fast and then she followed me to the bus stop. At that instant, it was really tough for me to understand what my mother was trying to say but now I understand it.

That’s how humans are, we have a particular set of instructions in our head on which we run our lives. We got it from our experiences and the life lessons people taught us in our life. Our present is totally biased towards our past and we notice things and observe them with the ability which we got from our past. We try to find happiness in the places where we have been taught or heard that it is there. We go straight or what we want and I guess, that’s how it must work and we never try to find it in the places which are still unnoticed, which is different from our past observations. It’s right in front of our eyes and probably looking at us smiling, or laughing on our disability of not finding it. But don’t you think it’s bad? It’s bad how we try to look for things only in the places we thought we could find it, in the person in whom we thought it’s hidden, how could we be so sure about it, how could we manage to get it the definite place where nothing is definite.

Probably, this is the reason a lot of us are running behind people and things which don’t have what they want, most of them don’t even know what they want but they are still running. One could wait and think what they want and where they will get it. One can’t find it even after searching for life in the empty cupboard just because they didn’t try to notice it above it or somewhere else. A lot of us try to look again and again in the same empty cupboard for what they want. It’s dumb; it’s dumb to look in an empty space again. Better try to find things in the uncertainty of life. In the places, one couldn’t try to notice. Find it in yourself, find it by yourself. Because there are chances that you may not find someone to tell you that you are running a blind race with enlightened hopes. Figure it out.

Thanks for reading

Udit Gour

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Childhood Memory (part-1)

Remember the incidents from your childhood?

I am going to share one of mine here and probably you all might have experienced it in your childhood.

It’s the story of me as a foodie and my beautiful mother. My mom is a dexterous cook and in winters she used to cook carrot based sweet dessert pudding (Gajar Ka Halwa) for me. And it’s a heavenly experience to eat it after all it’s one of my favourite dishes. Any which way, it’s mouth-watering dish and with mom’s love it’s just inexpressibly amazing. (maa ke hath ka khana ab bs khate rehjana).

As a jolly kid I used to eat it before it came to dining table. Even while it was still cooking I used to go into the kitchen and eat it quietly. At least for the sake of tasting I used to be there, right!

One day, when Mom was cooking it she asked me to stand near the kitchen counter and stir it after every 5minutes and she strictly instructed me not to even touch it as few of my father’s colleagues were visiting us that day. But was it possible for me to not to taste it? Of course, not! My hands reached the spoon and I ate a spoon full of uncooked pudding and guess what? What it did to my mouth? It burnt my mouth but it was tasty. So, I took one more spoon full of pudding and this time after waiting for a little time to make it less warm I ate it and I did this for several times and as my mom reached the pudding was about to be cooked and she found the quantity half of what she thought it could be.

“You ate it again even after I warned you,” my mom shouted in anger.

“But mom I just tasted it,” I whispered.

“Don’t lie to me, I saw you eating,” she exclaimed.

“You weren’t there mom,” I said and smile.

“And you just found guilty my son,” she said and smiled.

“Mom, I didn’t,” I said and tried to make a puppy face.

“It’s ok, son. But you will get a punishment and as I just had words with your father and he said his friends aren’t coming today now you have to help me finishing it.”

I smiled and hugged my mother and we both ate it after dinner.

You were thinking it isn’t a big deal and I must be happy about that; of course. Alas! there’s a twist my friend.

Let’s Just get back to the when it happened.

“You weren’t there mom,” I said and smile.

“And you just found guilty my son,” she said and smiled.

“Mom, I didn’t,” I said and tried to make a puppy face.

“It’s ok, son. But you will get a punishment and you won’t get any more of it to eat tonight, not even a spoon and as I just had word with the maid and she isn’t coming so you have to help me with all these utensils.” She said and left for the hall. Despite trying hard to convince my mom I got a little bowl of pudding to eat. And my half of the time was spent with the dishes and bowls while all the people in my house watched TV.

You must be thinking, it is so minuscule but you didn’t see the message coming there. You get things right in your life, things to live happily with, people to go out, the ones care for you, always be there for you, the ones who never complain and if they do they explain, the people who always forgive you and never notice your harshness over them and even if they do, they understand. They always uplift you in your life, and this is all you need and all of these ingredients make life heavenly delicious. The ones who helps you get over animosity, sometimes slowly and completely or sometimes just by distracting you from the unpleasant taste of your mouth. You may find them while tasting all the eye catching food, in between the best cuisines, charmingly designed starters, in mouth-watering desserts and also when you just tasted the bitter lemon, when you just got the chilly stuck on your tongue, or when you ate rotten tomato. But what you do? In your good times you forget to care about them and when you find them during the worst of your life you take them for granted.

You start consuming them even before they are completely able to heal you, even before they become the best for you, before getting the real taste, you start making them the rest.

Sometimes not being in the knowledge of their taste or sometimes just to avoid the bitterness you are going through in your life or trying to kill it, you start consuming all the sweetness and maybe you get hurt initially but there are some cases where you should let them get them prepared, where they come to their real complete deliciousness but there are chances that you might lose time, and you might or might not get the chance to taste the delightful them. I regretted that night, not getting to eat my favourite dish, but I learnt one of the most generous lessons of life.

We all get into the situations like this and it is ok to balance the bitterness with sweetness, hatred with love, sadness with happiness, good with bad and it actually helps us in maintaining our life but it’s not ok when even after consuming all the good things in our life but still getting stuck to the bad.

I know it’s hard to get over the bitterness but even the sugar has the tendency to get dissolved and you can enjoy it only when you get over the other. And the best thing is that it’s in your hand what you like to choose after all, you only set your priority.

Share your views.

Thanks for reading.

Udit gour (@udit.gour)

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The mysteries of Realisation(Part 3)

Hello people, how you have been these days? Sorry, I couldn’t write you from a long span. Time is an issue and that’s why I am here with the third part of “The mysteries of Realisation”

Hope you all will like it because it’s important.

Do you know the importance of things? Of course, Yes! If you didn’t get them at the right time. You recognise the importance of yours when you get wrong things happens at the wrong time. And this recognition is worst. Knowing the situations better than what your little brain can handle is not a sign of maturity. It is just a shit you get from your experiences. Sometimes, I think where every time I think what I haven’t seen the things? What if I realised it later that my little brain isn’t enough to grab the things which are ready to engross me in them. You guys know it very well, everyone has a story and some have stories. The stories of theirs, the stories of others, some keep them alive in mind where some simply die with them. I guess I don’t belong to both of them. While writing the first chapter of “The Mysteries of Realisations” I thought of writing a lot on the topic. I had it all. The topic, the content. But it was the time when I got a new realisation which resisted me to write. It was “Time.”

Everything happens because they are meant to happen. I believed in that philosophy and it helped me a lot in my survival. But everything happens, not only because they are meant to but also because it’s the right time to get challenged. Every time, when you will be high (of course not on weeds) there will be something stabbing you to dive down. In the best time, you will find the worst and I guess it’s the labyrinth of life I always talk about. I have heard so many talking about their bad time. No, it doesn’t mean they never had a good time. But it’s the time which never affects. You can get a conclusion from there. It is: happiness never affects you.

Meanwhile, sadness twitch you to attempt things everyone has heard of! Time taught me a lot, and now it’s the time I don’t want to see more. Maybe it isn’t time’s fault but somewhere something happened at the same time it shouldn’t be.

But what should I do with the realisation of the wrong time? I have had the same feeling for a good time too. When I was on the way to get it, I got tangled in my thoughts. It always goes the same.

“Darkness isn’t the reason of my fear anymore, happiness is.”

Me: Something is going to be good.

Time: Oh, wait! Let me show you the worse you can handle.

ME: But… I am able to handle it. Oh! Clever.

Time: Wait I will give you more threats in the meantime.

ME: But I can’t live through it.

Time: Then! Do die.

Me: Thank you made it simple for me. 

Time: Oh! Sorry. I won’t let you die. Held this string of life and every time you will think of dying I will jerk you, coward.  

Time isn’t simple but if it would be we people ain’t remember it. So, let’s have what time wants and let’s challenge it. We can’t give up to get our beautiful destinations. Doesn’t matter what time let us see. Doesn’t matter what time let us hear. Doesn’t matter how cursedly it plays with are. We can get what we want. We will get it for sure.

Don’t give up in a mid. Wait! Even the earth wait till the evening to meet her destination at the horizon. And if there are clouds try to shear them and look, or wait for the next day, after rains you will find it and you will get it with a new glory.

Time is one of the prized things we have. But everyone face the hard one; sooner or later. Some simply go through it and some go through it but they take a part of a hard time with them. No one knows, what’s going in someone’s life. We should respect what is coming out of the time. Can’t we help each other in growing or is it important grow alone? No, alone doesn’t mean sick of solitude, it means being aloof with senses of cruelty. And hope isn’t the bean of my bag when it comes to other people. I can’t expect them to be good enough and I am sure the phase we are leaving and where we are leading to isn’t good for hoping. So, better we don’t build any hope. But we can build our self. We can build our self to handle the time in our fist. We can try to emancipate our bad stories not as an experience but as a healthy tale of knowledge. We can try to help other in their bad time. And helping doesn’t only mean giving them a hand or a shoulder, it can be by simply greeting them, it can be by that simply enthusiastic “HEY, How are you?”

We don’t need efforts and I have learned this that even a simple greeting can put a smile on someone’s face. I know, it’s hard. But it pays the efforts off. Even you will find a joy, doesn’t matter how bitter your situations are. Try it. We can build a healthy environment and we really need it in the meantime. Laughing on others by their worse time may give you a joy in that moment but a greeting will give you a friend and joy for life. I know Life is uncertain, you can’t be good every time but “don’t let the uncertainty of your thoughts affect people and relations.”

When it comes to the uncertainty; it is unconfined. So does the time. We live in an uncertain world so why don’t we challenge it with the uncertainty of our thoughts. I know, an uncertain mind is near to curse but there are mystic things which can be used in a manner to get the life. We can be unpredictable for the time. We can amuse with it. But you need to control the uncertainty in a positive manner. Even the best magic can kill the sorcerous if uncontrolled.

Don’t ruin the time. Hope you didn’t while reading this. All the best! keep Shinning.

The Mysteries of Realisation(part2)

So, here is the first mysterious realisation.
The first mysterious realisation is “ATTACHMENT.” When did you found that you are so close to someone or you are attached to someone or you are in a particular relation with them? Well, it’s a sort of unconfined things, we can’t find them out. It’s so hard to know that we are attached to someone though it cherish us and this cherishment dramatically emphasise us. We don’t even realise it but it’s one of the reason because of which we start doing so many things which are not important in ideal conditions like judging, predicting, persecuting etc.
As our life is real, normal people often do these things but isn’t it wrong? Well, it’s not my first matter of concern, I will tell you about this later on.
We get attached without having the senses of attachments but life teaches us a lot and the first thing I understood was temporariness. Everything is temporary and this temporariness is essential to destroy us permanently and attachments are only the spices we put into life to increase its taste and other half is so known to everyone and if not, you will know it by yourself just give life some chances.
These spices destroy our life system, sometimes later and sometimes early. But we can’t live without these spices even with the knowledge that one day we will find these spices sour and dull. We can’t let them out, we can’t live without them, we don’t even add them sometimes but they appears and there are certain attachments we crave for. Even with the taste of our bitter experiences always we have some longings for attachments and relations.
Is it a problem to have the attachments?
My answer is “NO.” There is no problem in having attachments or in creating a new one. We can’t live like a monolith. We need certain attachments in life because they always add something, doesn’t matter what they add but in each case, you will learn but this learning is a realisation of something which brings you up in a whole different way. It has the power of making you an evil not for others but for yourself. Once you will get the realisation of the temporariness of attachments you will run away from it or you will run for it. It’s like the law of nature as I mentioned in my last blog “opposite attracts.” You don’t need to do anything for the attachments, our efforts are useless. Yes, you can try to get attached to things and maybe you will succeed in it but it will reach the doom’s day soon because forced attachments can’t be handled for a long time.
So, what we can do for it? “Nothing” is an appropriate answer but we can do one thing; appreciate. We can appreciate what is coming up to us and I know it’s theoretically nice and would be appreciated only in the books but we can try it for sure.
“There are things out of our fist,
ATTACHMENTS are important because,
Can you imagine your life without heart breaks and lovable twists?
They happen mysteriously,
They get emancipated mysteriously,
We are never prepared for aches life will give us.
If we will think about them a lot, at last, they will depress us.
So, better we just assume to be happy in every case,
Because law of nature says everything has an end,
One day, everyone will come across the situation to leave you,
And for sure, it doesn’t mean you become alone or to be numb you pretend.
Appreciate the mysteries of ATTACHMENTS and live your life accepting them,
Oh! Wait. Think once before getting an attachment if you really mean it or there are so many things in your life which the mysteries of realisation will fetch.”
Once you will realise these things you will alter your life for sure. You will stop being attached to things and people in general. Your attitude will become slightly cold-blooded or completely. You will start judging people and you know the worst part of judging? As being a human, we judge the unknowns on the knowledge of known. So, be careful about your judgements. Don’t be afraid about ATTACHMENTS. Just live in the moment and respect what you have. No matters, how cursed you get, you still have the worth. No matters, how life has crumbled you, how circumstances grounded you, after all the facts and drama, attachments still worth the same.
Think once.
Hope you have got my point and if you haven’t, you can ask me questions regarding the blog on Instagram (@udit.gour) or here in the comment section.

Colors of life

Hey guys, after a long span of time stranger is here with a new poem “COlORS of LIFE” 

Looking at the sky wishing for my angel I scorched my eyes by the tensed light of the sun…

When I woke I found myself tangled in the blue,

In the dearth of joy, I started looking for the red love…

No green in the life but behaving like the dove…

Engraving for the food 

I found Black and got banished for forbidden fruit…

Shaping the path again, I fall down to the earth. 

Kissed the dust and felt the gray…rising up after the failure I found the indigo.

It filled me with the zeal and powered me to let my falls go.. . .

While trying to fly, the shine bleached my eyes often. . .

But as the cloud appeared the darkness of shadow made it soften. 

Like the yellow, they supported me in my rise… 

Like a drastic thought of solitude, never to materialize.”

Description: It is a story of a bird who wish for his angel to come to him and adore him but while looking he faces the tormenting shine of sun which burn his eyes. He found himself in tantrum and sadness but with a desire of love. There was no greenery near him from which he can fulfill his life. Things he founds were not worthy enough. He didn’t give up and started looking for a path but he loses the battle again and touched the ground. Again sadness kissed him hard. He lost his small wings but he was determined to live and as get motivation from the shadows of cloud he founds solace and with a new zeal he starts trying to find out the reason for life. It is just a thought of aloofness.

Now stories on Whatsapp

There was a time when people loved to make portraits willingly. They were used to pose for a quiet long time to get an image and adore them till the last breath and after that leaves it for their sons and grandsons. It was a time when people were patient. The people who believed in stuckness fo the life and the rituals. Nowadays, people like to change. Yes, it is good to change but they change they believe in temporariness of life. They don’t want anything for a long time. They believe in short term happiness. lives the life for moments without caring about the life.
Even the technology is providing us short term happiness, the captures, the shots, the pictures were for life to have a look on them when we get tired of life when we will be aged.
After Snapchat, Instagram, Hike, now Whatsapp also provides the feature of stories taking a new step for temporariness.

“from the life of portraits to one-day stories, somewhere the life became shorter, people impatient, accustomed to vacillate and high for evanescence.”