She has no time to ponder, She has no time to sit
How would she know, what’s her fit ?
Until one evening, touched by the magical wand of possibilities
She realized there is life beyond her adversities.
Oh, then there is another lady from my slumber book
She was just obsessed with herself, that made her a crook.
She is lady Cruela Di Vil
Seeking perfection, she is ready to kill.
I dwindle between the ideas of – always putting oneself in other’s shoes Vs the other extreme of having a “shoe fetish”.
When I get into other’s shoes, I hardly care about my fit. My fit, to a large extent becomes insignificant to me. There is even a possibility that in due course of time, my own shoe might bite me back because I ignored it for a long time.
The other extreme is having a shoe fetish that takes me anywhere and everywhere in search of “my perfect fit”. My shoe fetish keeps me in the blind spot, and I overlook the bare foot folks right next to me.
Follow any extremes, or be somewhere in between – It’s a choice. But make sure the choice isn’t forced upon, or the joy it brings is not shallow.
I see my pretty little red dress hanging in my wardrobe, reminding me of the few (and far in-between) “wow” moments. It has not been picked up for a while now- not because there wasn’t an occasion to wear it, but because it’s a high demand relationship with my little red dress. I need to be in my “best shape”, else we do not go well together. This high maintenance relationship demands me to “handle it with care” and “dry clean” only. I also need to make sure to wear the right co-ordinates that goes well with it – the right shoes and the right accessories. As I flaunt it, I consciously or subconsciously stay away from any “spillage causing agents”, and that sometimes includes my own kids.
When I get back home, the first thing I would want to do is to get out of this “high maintenance relationship” with my awesome pretty little red dress . I am eager to be back in my pajama, stretch out, take a deep breath and just be me.
Aren’t the most enduring relationships like the pajama fit – one that you always want to get back to? The one that gives you enough breathing space, and accepts the fact that as a person you may not be your perfect-self everyday. The one that is not pressurizing you to “always” handle it with care. But for some reason we also tend to take our “pajama fit relationships” for granted.
Those pictures in the pretty little pricey red dress is guaranteed to get a lot of “likes”, but at the end of the day we all yearn to go back to our pajamas.
Merry go round , Merry go round
Its been a while, I have felt the ground.
There is more in store, to be explored
The sand, the sea, the mountain and the shores.
I want to be lost to be found
Rather than just go round and round.
What does “settled in life” mean? – The person has settled on a certain momentum to go round the orbit at a predictable pace. How about moving out of ones own orbit and taking the linear path at least once in a while? – for an experience beyond one’s orbit and a tangential view of ones own life!
I am a traveler walking the streets of an unknown neighborhood called life. Every person I meet is a window; some are so well guarded with barb wires and have painted their panes black to avoid any sort of intrusion. I avoid these windows and with the very natural instinct peep into the first transparent one. I see just mundane stuff, nothing exciting and I move on. From a distance I could see a beautiful scenery on the other side of the next window and I make a halt. I wait for a while and later realize that the scenery is a poster pasted on the window, truly disappointed I move on.
Now as I move, I have become slightly cautious. Here comes another window but I am a little reluctant this time as to avoid any disappointment. I figure out from a distance that there is some movement on the other side of the window which makes me feel that it’s going to be real this time. The view is breath taking and has filled me with joy. I look at it wonder struck for a long time and then realize I need to move on. Filled with the memories of the wonderful view I move on and as I move, I stop by a window which I had no intention to peep. I stop and to my sheer amazement, it just feels I see myself or rather am discovering myself the way I never did before.
Even though this isn’t the most wonderful sight, I am stuck and unable to move forward as – I am home!!
On my life journey I need to decide the road I want to take. I can choose to be on the highway for my one and only road trip, choose the lane and maintain my speed as everyone else on the lane. I need to be focused on my speed, directions and end destination. The scenes on the way pass by as I drive. There is something that catches my attention but I wouldn’t slow down. I keep moving. Now I see a crash but I still move on. I will be causing more trouble for the rest of the highway folks if I stop. The system would take care of crashes that I pay taxes to. Oops now I hit a rabbit that was trying to cross the road. Well the highways are not meant for these bunnies – I convince myself and keep moving. I am not alone on the road; well that’s what I think. There are lots of highway takers like me who enjoy the speed and the thrill of the drive. I know for sure that no ones going to stop or even slow down for anyone else.That’s the highway characteristics and I have signed up for it – move on & enjoy the adrenaline rush!
There is an alternate country road as well that I can take where the speed limits are low. I open my windows and feel the place around, catch glimpses of life. It’s a sunny day and I stop my car around the corner to walk over to a small town cafe. As I walk towards the cafe, a stranger standing by the pavement comes over and asks me for directions. To my surprise our destinations are similar. The conversation started over some crepe and coffee and ended up offering him a ride. We talked, we laughed as the good old country song was playing in the background. We stopped at places that caught our attention and took a ton of pictures. We did reach our destination but surely at our own pace. It was hard to say good bye to the once stranger I hardly knew.
A lifetime road trip – the country roads or the highway – its entirely up to us to choose.