It was half past four in the evening when I started complaining about the life to my brain.
Then I kept wondering - what in the world happened to my new year resolution of "Complain Less, Work More".
As I started leaving office, I switched on my MP3 player. All the old songs started running in the loop. It was 3 years back when I decided not to load brand new songs but all my college days favorite songs in the MP3 player which was gifted by my brother. The one decision that turned out to be correct :P
The song playing at that moment was a gloomy TS song "Cold As You "- Perfect song at perfect time. Could life be more miserable? There goes a tap on the next song. This time TS might have thought to brighten up my mood. So comes the song - The Best Day.
Songs really have this power of drifting us through time.
It reminded me of the days when I used to irritate my dad by singing the rock songs - "At least sing in a way where we can understand the song" was his frequent complaint. My mom from the kitchen asking me if I had learnt any Bhakti Gitas and my brother, after being infected by the Linkin Park fever from his favorite cousin, suggesting me to try songs by LP.
It also reminded me of the days when me and my best friend used to fight over a song. We had a rule - Whoever downloads the song first, will have the right to set the song as her mobile ringtone. Those were the days when downloading songs or the movies were the last things that used to happen via mobiles. Less technology, real interaction, silly fights, more Love.
It reminded me of the day when I was overwhelmed for the very first comment on my very first post in my very first blog. Ahem, it was my Mom. But those were the days when smallest of smallest things brought in a lot of happiness. But let me tellya - my Mom giving positive comments is a big thing for me. There was rarely a day when she gave positive comments on the dishes I tried COOKING(let me put it this way - EXPERIMENTING).
We all had those top most songs which represented each phase of our lives. Each and every song that kept running, took me to the gOLDEN days of my life. As I kept drifting through the PAST, my MP3 player thought to kick me out to the PRESENT. Battery bade adieu when I was about to miss to get down in my Stop. So there I was standing on one side of the road, planning to reach the other side, whenever the notorious traffic of Bengaluru spared me a minute.
Walking through the same old streets with monster apartments looking down upon me, I took my phone out to know the whereabouts of my cousin who fortunately happened to be my roommate.
We both have this bad habit of going back to the past but at least we have each other to pull us back to the Present. Thankfully she did reach at the same time and the next moment we are on the terrace holding hot cups of tea. Though our conversations run on different topics, somehow it always ended up with the idea of marrying an agriculturist and getting settled in a village. My cousin would say- "No Pollution, No Noise, No Pestering Neighbors - Peaceful Life, Loving In-Laws". Then I would shake her up and pull her out from her daydreaming. That is when she pointed out to the wonderful view of the monster apartment.
How else would anyone refer a kids play area - Isn't Wonderful the apt word. Childhood is full of wonders. For anything that the life threw at us, we caught it and lived it as if it was another Wonder. Getting hurt was only when we bruised our elbows or knees. Getting hurt was when we fought with siblings that only brought us closer. Getting hurt was only when mom scolded and we ignored and ran to dad. Getting hurt was when your favorite cousin called another cousin her/his favorite only to see how much jealousy has that fetched on you.
How great would that be if we stayed in childhood forever and getting lost on wonders. (Thanks to my cousin for pulling me out from day dreaming). Time to move to bittersweet reality.
We are all confused fools as grown ups. Its OK to be confused or being fools. But complaining only fetches sympathy that is mostly faked by the people who secretly enjoy your failures.
Live the life as it comes, but not as you see/expect it to be.
Live the life as it comes, but not as you see/expect it to be.
Coz when life gives you lemons, make lemonade.
