The Devil said, "I, the Devil, a not-for-profit organization, with office in Purgatory, Hell will give you seven wishes to use as you see fit. Seven utterly fabulous wishes for one piddling, little soul."
And so I sold my soul to the devil. The only difference being that I did it for one single wish and not seven. What prompted me to do so? That's a complex question which has an eclectic answer. It started quite a few years back when I realised that for some odd reason I wasn't happy. I had all the material things at my disposition and yet happiness eluded me. Befuddled I started looking for that missing element in my life. I did all I could to find happiness and perhaps I did find it at some instances but only ephemerally. I later realised that my source was never right.
I had always looked for happiness through external medium and happiness can never be found externally; I realised this with time but to no effect. Happiness comes from inside and that's the only plausible medium for it. Happiness is in every moment that we spend, when that particular moment is spent in all earnest. If we want to be happy we have to live the moment fully as happiness resides in all the things that we do normally as a part of our daily routine: sharing a meal with the family, talking to friends, reading &c.
This realisation came to me at atime when I had already let the devil take the hindmost. We live in a society which has drawbacks and as a part of that society it's imperative that we work towards the elimination of these very drawbacks. It's a responsibility that all of us have, as an individual. Very smartly I have turned my back towards all these responsibilities and from a person who used to care a lot about others, I have become one who cares jack shit. My friends tell me that I have become very hard and I don’t really care about others. I should move out of this shell that I have made around me and once again look at things from a wider angle.
I never deny their effort and their sincerity. I know that all these people care a lot about me and all of them are right. But for the moment I like this disease and I am happy with it. Maybe with time I’ll move away from it. Matteroffactly, as I move away from the busy city life that I have in Mumbai, at the moment, back to the place I hate to love, Delhi, things will be back to where it were. But for the moment I have a proclivity towards the state I’m in, which is good enough to keep me sticking to it.
Everything that we get in life has a price to it and I guess this is the price that I have paid for my so called gratification. If it's true, then so be it; at least for a while.
And so I sold my soul to the devil. The only difference being that I did it for one single wish and not seven. What prompted me to do so? That's a complex question which has an eclectic answer. It started quite a few years back when I realised that for some odd reason I wasn't happy. I had all the material things at my disposition and yet happiness eluded me. Befuddled I started looking for that missing element in my life. I did all I could to find happiness and perhaps I did find it at some instances but only ephemerally. I later realised that my source was never right.
I had always looked for happiness through external medium and happiness can never be found externally; I realised this with time but to no effect. Happiness comes from inside and that's the only plausible medium for it. Happiness is in every moment that we spend, when that particular moment is spent in all earnest. If we want to be happy we have to live the moment fully as happiness resides in all the things that we do normally as a part of our daily routine: sharing a meal with the family, talking to friends, reading &c.
This realisation came to me at atime when I had already let the devil take the hindmost. We live in a society which has drawbacks and as a part of that society it's imperative that we work towards the elimination of these very drawbacks. It's a responsibility that all of us have, as an individual. Very smartly I have turned my back towards all these responsibilities and from a person who used to care a lot about others, I have become one who cares jack shit. My friends tell me that I have become very hard and I don’t really care about others. I should move out of this shell that I have made around me and once again look at things from a wider angle.
I never deny their effort and their sincerity. I know that all these people care a lot about me and all of them are right. But for the moment I like this disease and I am happy with it. Maybe with time I’ll move away from it. Matteroffactly, as I move away from the busy city life that I have in Mumbai, at the moment, back to the place I hate to love, Delhi, things will be back to where it were. But for the moment I have a proclivity towards the state I’m in, which is good enough to keep me sticking to it.
Everything that we get in life has a price to it and I guess this is the price that I have paid for my so called gratification. If it's true, then so be it; at least for a while.
3 comments:
I feel ya...been there, done that. The question is, is it worth it? I'd have to say, I dont know. In a way it is because it makes you almost invincible. And in another it isn't, because that which is invincible is also insensitive. To itself as well as others. Get out before you close all the doors you came through.
I guess you are right. At the same time i also have this feeling that this one door which got me here might remain open, irrespective of everything.
Thank you for all the care.
:) :) Yes, it shall be.
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