Many asked me why the sabbatical from work and family in
India? I replied: “Taki Apne hone par mujhko yaqeen aa jaye. (A
dialogue from Zindagi Na Milegi Dobara)”
To tell a little about myself-I am a 30-year-old super
active, hyper female who had a busy work schedule, brimming personal life with
in-laws and a 4-year-old kid always around. Friends and colleagues who I looked
forward to every Saturday night; a movie outing every Sunday night; a visit to
any Hilly state every 3 months- with so much energy, so much chaos going around
I was still not peaceful. My heart was always impounding asking for more and
more. Ambitions turned into a bitch urging me to push harder for an art called
perfection, hunted by society always.
Being a woman I have to be a perfect example of daughter,
wife, daughter-in-law (DIL), mother and businesswoman. Perfect? I would better
call her a juggler, always balancing the act of life.
And, here I would not like to bring in the curious case of
males as subject for they too manage every nitty-gritty detail in their lives.
My concentration is more on perfection- a concept which has made people
obsessed with their work, families, bodies, even their smile. Today, no selfie
can pass the beauty standards without that perfect pout….cummon why is
everybody missing that natural smile- perfect or not!
Have we forgotten that beauty lies in the eyes of beholder
and that judgment differs from man to man? Why to run after the ecstatic
‘perfection’, which actually does not exist in the real world. Nobody is
perfect yet we strive for it, create limitations to get the perfect result.
Life in itself is not perfect, little imperfections solicitate beauty today.
Why run after mediums that falsely promise to make your life
angelic. Where sadness is acceptable not poverty; where pictures are important
than making memories. Where social media timelines decide who is running a
perfect life. We have forgotten to breathe in order to create that perfect
home, perfect car, perfect partner and so much more.
We are not happy despite our well-paying jobs and happening
social lives. Our comforting worlds are miserable and short-lived. We miss the
moral our parents taught-to stay content but we march with full zeal towards
the perfect lives which is just another mirage. We are simply worried and
anxious to death.
How beautiful
life would become if for once we forget that pending assignment, not make
mental notes of home savings or groceries list, forget about showoff and
concentrate on spending time with family. Just exist in the moment completely.
For once we stop controlling our lives instead let life guide us to new paths
and journeys where we explore more about ourselves not for perfection but with
imperfection.
After all: Dilon mein tum apni betabiyan leke chal rahe ho, Toh
zinda ho tum!
Isn't it?
🤔👌👍
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