Hey, all! Happy New Year (19 days later). I started 2016 just like last year. Woke up, looked in the mirror, and deftly went back to sleep. For me, January 1 is a day like any other. Nothing new. It took 365 days for the New Year to reach and rid us of the crap fest that was 2015. Most of you will agree that the last year was not a very pleasant one. Controversies, hate, ignorance, intolerance, sadness, and a great deal of irritability ruled our lives every day. Everybody rang in the New Year with a new hope, I’m sure. We’ve all made resolutions and since it’s day 19 already, we’ve already broken about 22 of them.
Are resolutions so hard to keep? Maybe it’s the irrational ones that are easy to break. Looking at so many lists, I felt even I had to share a list of things to do in 2016. Time for fresh starts. Here are a few resolutions that we should strive to keep.
How do you measure satisfaction? What makes you you? How is your life defined? I often ask these questions to myself. The best answer is that my life is defined by my choices. Good or bad; they are mine. If I jump from a building tomorrow (with a parachute, of course), it’s because I want to experience bungee jumping.
I do not love definitions. Not only are they limiting, but are unnecessary. I am terrified when I get asked “Tell me about yourself” in interviews. And this is where the problem begins. As a person of the female being, society has conveniently put my existence into 3 categories. First, as someone’s daughter. Second, as someone’s wife. Third, as someone’s mother. This is what rattles my bones the most because society has programmed a woman to think that her life centres around servitude and dependence.
A life without books seems so empty and lonely. There is no escape without books. No knowledge without books. And definitely no happiness without books.
I always wanted to parent a cat but was apprehensive as to what my mother would say. She would probably yell at me for sometime and then tell me to return the cat. This is exactly what happened. On the morning of 23rd January 2012, I adopted one of the cutest and nosiest kittens from CUPA (Compassion Unlimited Plus Action), a shelter in Bangalore. When I got home mum was furious. I had done exactly what she forbid me to. It’s been over a year since the adoption. Today, my mum and Harry (the cat) are two best friends at home ganging up on me and my father.
Cute anecdote, isn’t it? This wouldn’t have been possible if I had just sat wondering ‘What if?’. The purpose of this short story was to remind myself that despite a roadblock, I did something that resulted positively in my life. If I had not tried I would never have achieved.
Somewhere along the way I keep losing sight of what I really want to do. It’s not because of a lack of anything or for fear of failing, but my biggest weakness – laziness. People say that I can do a lot of things if I choose to and I believe it myself. I don’t have a bucket list or any kind of list to achieve anything specific. I always used to dream of doing everything. Even if it is just once, everything. So far I am 25 and the biggest thing I have made out of my life is the butt print on my chair.
This is because everytime I try to do something my laziness drags me down with it to rot in the meaningless pit of absolute uselessness. Please don’t read this as an excuse. It really isn’t. I wish there was a ‘Slackers Anonymous’ group to help people like me. Come to think of it, I would probably have been too lazy to attend.
Despite all this, I do have my achievements. The biggest one is this blog. I’ve always wanted to write. I wanted to write anything and everything in life. This blog is my window through which I interact with the world. And the only reason it is a success is because of all the lovely and wonderful people reading this and pushing me towards writing or posting something. My old blog had exactly 6 posts for 3 years and I didn’t bother to even write because I didn’t prioritize my passion for writing over watching television. And this was at a time when I had ample time to write.
Now, though I don’t have the freedom to choose work hours I make time, whenever I can, to write. I write while travelling to work (about an hour of travel), I write down ideas on paper whenever a bulb flashes over my head and I look around for ideas and find them in plenty. This is a small way by which I am trying to defeat my laziness.
I haven’t given up on my dream to do everything at least once. I keep trying. And that’s my biggest strength – to keep trying. I have failed many times and will probably keep failing many more times. Slowly but surely I will do it. A new beginning starts with an idea and eventually grows into success.