Expectations reduce joy, Chulbuli thinks so…

“Expectations reduce joy” these words aren’t mine but of the great Sri Sri Ravishankar. Quite true I must say. Though initially it is quite difficult for a child like myself to understand, but surely with experience it begins seep in. 

Kats was exposed to these words when I was in complete control of her (i.e. when she was a child) and as expected I wanted to question the meaning of the same. But examples were given soon after she first heard it. One of the examples was that when you are expecting your father back from a long trip  a gift is an obvious expectation for most children (unlike myself) but say this time father brings back nothing, most children are angry, irritated and hence forget to soak in the joy of their father coming back.

Kats has undergone the same ‘reduction of joy’ quite a few times. There have been moments where she had expectations from friends or family members to behave in a certain manner and the exact opposite taking place, hence reducing the joy of the moment.
 

But there have also been moments where she has expected nothing and enjoyed the little she got. For example in her 10^th standard board examination Kats got an aggregate of 87% , since she didn't have any expectation at all and was ready to take anything that comes her way hence she was happy. But there were cases, many cases, of her friends who were dissatisfied even after topping the school and the region.

 

The question is whether they were dissatisfied with their own perseverance and effort or by the outcome. The ones dissatisfied by the outcome as expected simply kept sulking where as the ones dissatisfied by their efforts critically analysed their own mistakes and developed a better POA (Plan Of Action) for the future.

The ones dissatisfied by the outcome couldn’t even enjoy the fruits of their own labour, where as the ones dissatisfied by their own persevence moved on with a smile, lots of happiness and a hope to better.

 

It is left to the individual to choose between being happy under any circumstance (for which many use the word content, which I do not agree wholly to) or to be upset, sad and sulky. If one wants to be upset and drowned in the pits of depression none can stop that person, not even God. For one can always find excuses to be so.

This reminds of these lines:
I was crying for a pair of shoes when I saw a boy without legs.

Till one sees people with more reasons to be sad than oneself and yet choosing to be happy one doesn’t realise the finite probability of one being happy irrespective of the condition.

Every dark cloud has a silver lining, but it won’t reveal itself always.
How ever thin it maybe (in Fermi meters {10 ^-15} of thickness say), it is left to you to find it. Though there are some ever so pessimistic people who always manage to search for the dark side to every given situation. My sincere suggestion to you is to not do so.

The best is to keep it blank. Approach every situation as a visit to your neighbourhood ice cream parlour (or Shop, if you don’t have a parlour in your neighbourhood), where you are ready to taste any other flavour if the flavour of your choice isn’t available. Though you may be forced to accept some flavour you’ve never tasted and it may initially annoy you. But the moment the first spoon (or lick if it’s a cone ice cream) of ice cream melts in your mouth, the joy of the ice cream precides over all other emotions.

 

God comes in various forms, and Chulbuli believes so….

The definition of God as in the dictionaries is too complicated; I've never been able to understand them. But I do have my own definition of God; God is like a universal mother, loves one and all, takes care of them, chooses the best for them(at least I think so) and punishes them when required. Though there are many religions across the world and Kats follows a specific one (like all her ancestors have) like many people she does respect all religions. But I do fail to understand which one is correct and which isn't?

 

 Once when I was in complete control of Kats (i.e. when she was a kid) I made her ask the same question, and her mummy said “It's all the same, but is very different. It's just like looking at an object; it looks different through different media, with different lighting and from a different perspective. That is all I can tell you now dear.” Again a little complicated, but I do get the point Kats’s Mother wants to convey.

 

God has come in various forms in Kats’s life. Both myself and Kats strongly believe so.

There have been innumerable instances where Kats was nearly saved from a disaster, or was guided to a better life all because of these visits by God. Like for example the other day our highly irresponsible Kats forgot her pencil box, and watch before an exam. Then Kats’s parents had to run to a store buy a pen, and a watch for the exam. The irony is when in the shop Kats’s mother asked her whether she would buy a pencil she refused as the admit card fort the exam said pen or pencil, whereas the center authorities had written in pen above the seating arrangement that one HB pencil must be used. Now what to do! Half and hour to the exam, no shop nearby, what a mess…! It was just then God appeared rather re-appeared in the form of Shagufta, another girl who was an examinee as well. She had an extra pencil and a rubber, and she literally saved, her life, her career. Shagufta was clad in a black burqa, the only burqa clad girl in the entire lot of girls. Though Kats was unknown to her, was from a different faith and didn’t even belong to the same city, she came forward to help her. May God bless her!

 

I have a theory for this repeated appearance of God in various forms. There is God within all of us, a fraction of God at least. Whenever someone in our surrounding is need of help of any kind the God within awakens. It’s just like as if an alarm goes off. But like all alarms this one also has to be paid heed to and used often else it'll stop working. Just like Kats’s poor alarm clock it rings everyday in morning at 5:00 am she gets up shuts it off and again falls asleep. If it had a mouth it would be wailing all day like a banshee. And would wail louder in the morning instead of going krrring! 

 

Coming back to my theory, since there is God within one and all there is a finite probability that everyone on earth can do a good dead, no matter how bad a criminal or a terrorist a person is. It is just that in criminals and terrorists the God within is in deep slumber because they never paid heed to the alarm or maybe never acted upon the alarm. 

 

There is God within in us all. All when need to do is to “Wake up God!”

Chulbuli watches rain fall

In some distant corner of earth called here Kats (the girl within whom I reside) watches rain fall right out of the window drowning in the depths of her thought. Poor girl she has so much to think, much more to do and does a lot and yet feels that has done nothing.

Kats is upset. Name the one thing she is happy about actually.

I wonder why the beauty of the wonderful flowers blossoming in the meadow, the mangoes growing on the mango tree, the birds chirping never take her off her busy schedule.
For the past three years all she has done is put on weight, increased a little knowledge , read  lots of books, studied many more and most of all not gone out of the four walls of her room and played some game, any game.

Ah well she'll have the same old explanation ready, “It's class 10, 11, 12, most important and formative years of my life, how can it take it lightly?” Well who ever asked her to take it lightly; I just wanted her to take it a little brightly with a smile not a plastic one but the genuine one. But since she had to exercise all the 32 muscles on her face, she has hardly managed to smile the last three years.

Who would I blame? Everyone…

What is all the rush about? I mean I know there are so many people and everyone wants the best, but what does best actually mean? For the cricketing community the mongoose bat is the best bat ever, but in my opinion it's the bat Kats’s dad bought her when she was 3 years old.

All I have seen Kats do the last three years is run.
Well had she ran physically she wouldn't have put on as much weight, but she did run.
Run to school, run back from school, run to tutors, run around with the books. God!
All running and not stopping makes Kats what she is.

She has learnt a lot undoubtedly but something or the other always goes wrong like as if problems were her best friends.

The rain has stopped.

But have you ever wondered why does it rain?
In my opinion when the clouds cry it rains. But what are the tears for I don't know.
Whether they are happy or sad or both or having allergy God only knows.

The rain reminds me of all the wet moments of Kushi and Kats.
They have purposely got drenched in rain innumerable times and had great fun.

But this rain maybe the last rain they witness together. Kushi’s family is moving to a better place. And Kats also has to go to collage; hence they knew they had to part ways someday. But how come that day has come so soon!

Oh how I wish I could shrink Kushi for Kats sake and keep her in Kushi’s pocket for eternity. But well there are two major problems, One the machine to shrink people still hasn't come out the TV (yes the Honey I shrunk the kids one..!) and two Kats want the best for Kushi.

Again I fail to understand this best business. Is always ‘the best’ what we have or what we don’t have ?

Whatever it maybe I feel bad for both of them as they are BFFs. Though that won’t change much, but who would take Kats out for walks, puchka sessions. Had it not been for Kushi Kats would have been locked up inside that room of her forever.

Oh I am so anxious what would happen to them when Khushi moves out of town…?

Chulbuli Says HI!

Hello Blogville! 

Myself Chulbuli ,existent in every individual yet unknown ,unfelt or uncared for by them.Theres some silly girl in some corner of the world who has finally hurled a lot of will power and courage to bring me into lime light. 

Everyone has a different Chulbuli or Chulbula or whatever you may want to call it within them.As time catches up on them, the Chulbuli within them is tied and throw away in a corner.Though  I myself have felt that I have misbehaved quite a few  times and gotten the better of the girl I am within,I still appreciate her for letting me be free even now. 

I am non-existent physically,but alive and kicking in spirit.

Since I shall share the world i see from now with all of you (readers) across the universe,I must introduce you to the main characters of this show called 'life' whose narration is my duty. 

Kats or Katyayini : the girl within whom I exist

Mummy and Daddy : Kats parents. 

Kushi : Kat's BFF (Best Friend Forever)

Ganga : A Close friend of Kat

Baawra : Kat's friend,collaborator, literal twin! 

Popat : Again,another friend of Kat,more like a little brother to her.

As the story proceeds many more characters shall be encountered,but these are the ones that will be consistently found.I hope this blog helps you find the child in you and also brightens your day with a smile.