A long journey towards humility

A journey which has its antecedents in humility and the final destination largely inculcates and fortifies the credence in its primal form. It the journey called life.

At this juncture, the road ahead can not be even remotely juxtaposed with this freeway in the picture. Its much of a fleeting vision with opacity in the immediate horizon. Then what should I do to divert the journey of darkness towards the professed journey of light!

Its a major predicament that the corporeal form faces perhaps numerous times during its short tenure on this not so green planet. Soothsayers say its a test of character, palmists say its an atonement for the past misdeeds and so on. The reasons may coalesce to form a motley, but the implication remains the same. And its one inevitable thing, I have to face it. There are two diversified approaches: Either I face it like I face everyday or I allow it to amend my each day. The first one can make me and so forth the second can break me. In the midst of an uncertain future where everything appears to be at stake, I have to brave the present, let go of the past and construct the future. It's the primal force which makes us evolve. May be I am not too acquiescent with the present as its just impossible to foretell the implications now. In a sense its difficult to retain my normal self in this present impasse.

The immediate atmosphere influences it the most, I just become so human under pressure. Perhaps, I need render a more flexible mentality in due course of time which could invigorate the credence in myself. The mental blocks can create an illusion of a kind of monstrous power to be dwelt with. But it is all in the omnipotent mind, as they say. You control, you win. You let it control, it would annihilate your identity. It's the identity which one needs to build with clarity in perception. Let's see when...

Affirmation

I am not looking for only a beautiful, slim and an intelligent girl…….They are all clichés. The ones that matter are:

The first prerequisite I expect of my wife --- no it isn't the ability to understand me, that's the second---- the first one's a sense of humor for me and all my nonsense.

She must sleep in my lap and allow me into hers. She must run her hand into my hair and fight me with pillows as often as she can.

She must allow me to disturb her, Which I will, ---no matter how busy and serious she is and I am--- , while she goes about our household chores.

She must sit with me shoulder in shoulder when we watch the late night movie together and must oblige to have a midnight walk anytime in the night.

When the curry isn't nice and I stare into her eyes, she must straight away go and make an omlette for me.

When she is downright tired she must flirt with me to win a cup of tea or a glass of cold water. She must be ready to blow a kiss any time any day and any place. By the way I take kiss only on lips.

She should call me nicknames and how innovative she coins out new ones the better and must be prepared to confront some deadly ones in return. She can call me 'Tu' or anything as am not at all particular about those pronouns.

She got every right to beat me up when I annoy her while she watches those dready serials. She can also extract what she wants of me on women's day. And I am also ready to share her pre-marital crushes and secrets.

On those rare occasions when we might fight and then go on a mourning spree, it can continue for the night. The next morning must again be normal.

I am not promising her a paradise but yes she will always get more of my love than our children.

And finally, she must have a higher life expectancy than me. I may not be able to live without her.