On a oneway lane called life

I believed that priorities in life, Health, Career and Family, were cyclical. I was in top physical shape, running marathons for fun on weekends. Family was happy as I had recently relocated back to Bangalore. I figured I was in a new job and needed atmost attention.

Started my job as an underdog, I worked like as if I was possessed and in under a year I got an out of turn promotion. Along with I got a bonus of 40 Pounds. Not in currency, but in weight. Thanks to my misconception that the spoon was a shovel. Also, family was getting increasingly uncomfortable with my prolonged absence.

On a much needed vacation our tour guide took us on a treacherous cave-crawl at the end of it we reached a small room. He said this is where the sage is used to meditate and this where he practiced yoga. That’s when it dawned, that those folks who were so busy meditating, without time to shave but made time for physical fitness. It was time for me to act.

Wearing clothes for plus sized people & spending loads of time at home, I have learnt that the priorities in life are not cyclical. Health, Career and Family are 3 parallel threads which need to be catered to independently. And each of them is like an end point of a cob web, if anyone is not taken care of the whole thing snaps!

Getting driven home,

listening to soothing music,

after seeing long lost friends,

with the thoughts of loved ones,

reading some scintillating poetry,

and the most beautiful weather to intoxicate me.

This would have been as close to paradise I could be, a week back.

It only hurts when I laugh.

25 years of existence.

Unlimited dreams.

Limited efforts.

Half contented life.

My Utopia is always just an arm length away.

Every time I laugh in abandon it hurts, aware that I need to working instead of letting go.