The Lost Mojo

So it was only in the last weekend of the month that I had finally given up. Not on work (If only I dared), earning the bread (Haha), paying the bills (I wish)- but on the plain art of what people call "chilling", The next time you pick up the phone and send a pretend-sad text to that friend with the lamest excuse which will save you a bout of socializing, you'll know what I am talking about. Before you say a resounding "yes that happens all the time", read on to know what I actually mean.

 You do face detachment from time to time, but this is different. You want to breathe in the fresh air, maybe dance a little and even down those 2 Caprioskas, but something freezes you out. This unknown phenomenon is not common to those who indulge in the love of all the activities mentioned above. And this, dear reader, is what I term as the case of "THE LOST MOJO".

Before I touch upon how we get it back, I want to dwell on how we lose it in the first place. The whole process begins when we start wearing the same white fur hoods and find cozy comfort in the shelter of the sheep herd. Not valuing our own sentiments or preferences and following everyone's opinions apart from ourselves. Thinking about things that make you seem "uncool" in front of your ever "cool" friends is just another aristocracy. When too much of all this happens, the firmest of people lose their grip on their own wishes- their own selves. The loss of a dream, a loved one or even the slightest change in your life makes us a derailed train. We look for opportunities to smile, but fail ourselves every time we fight. The only way is to stop with the brain churning!

The only way to get back the lost spark is by giving yourself the one much-needed boost of confidence in your own choices. Speak loud and clear, hold the eye-contact and let yourself be heard! Most importantly, learn to laugh at yourself and just summon up the guts to leave it all behind for sometime. Pack your bags and head to a place that makes you happy (take that literally or as a metaphor- whatever suits). Make an effort because the white wool crowd might bore you, scandalize you and disappoint you at times- they are all you have.

It isn't a disease if you don't impress anyone in doing what you love or being what you are, just don't forget to laugh and spread laughter. Because a Mojo lost in yourself and gifted to others is better than the opposite. Experience happiness in every breath and just maybe your cheeks will regain your sheen again! Okay, back to work everyone. Weekend is coming though- maybe, just maybe I'll have a good time :)

Waking Up

Given the present scenario, one would know that the be-all and end-all of all human problems are related to money. If you can’t match up to the neighbors style of living, it’s a cause to avoid eye-contact when you meet them in the lift. You stop being an idiot when you hold a “smart”phone, and if it is a premium- your intellect gets upgraded by 100 points. Hurray! If you don’t have the resources to show off the charging horses on your tee-shirts, there’s a fair chance that you might be charged off for good. To be a social recluse isn’t fun, so let’s spend more on things that we can afford on a borderline.

I am not saying that it is foul to invest in the things that we usually do. But the worst thing is that we have stopped doing things for ourselves and more for the Social Media. The people who invented the channels where you spill your life details have immortalized their names by doing what they did. While their luxurious lives inspire many to become like them, what we end up doing is imitate the outwardly details instead of trailing in their path of hard work, failures and successes.

So, being a part of a unified group of self-contained humans who come across as loaded train wrecks as a troop might be fun. But those who are wholesome and well-read might know that there’s definitely a lot more to life than that. In shutting ourselves off to a world where the quality of our lives is measured by others, we forget to explore what the world meant for us to see.

My semi-evolved mind holds these ideas out of longing to be appreciated as a human and not as a self-imagined goddess of finery. I aspire to be able to afford the finest things in the world, but hold the finest people even closer. I want to value people for their kindness, ingenuity and intellect and share memories of the far-off places that I traveled to find them. I want to hold my family closer and shoo away those who are “classless” enough to judge them on “class”.

The hidden valleys of far-off places with immortalized history and art is losing the waging war against the suites and spas of well-endowed cities. The age-old whiskeys and expensive wine bottles hold promise of Utopian nights. Nature holds promise of well-being and beautiful days. Each part of the coin is essential in life. We just have to make sure that we don’t beat probability by flicking it to one side every time we toss it.

An Ode to Strangers

Tum saath ho ya na ho, kya fark hai,
Bedard thi zindagi, bedard hai.
-Tum saath ho (Tamasha)

It doesn't matter that you are with me,
Because life is remorseless and will be.

Let me start by talking about the presence of a person. The one who allows you to withdraw comfort and acceptance. Because we have a tendency to see life as a rocking boat, where holding on tight is required to stay on board. As every scorned lover or friend might say, this is a dangerous thing to do- I would nod along to them even if adoration for me remains fulfilled in both aspects. Perhaps, the witch-hunt for love and adulation that we all undertake on an everyday basis, steers us away from giving it to others. I have discovered that one's purpose in life remains vague until they associate it with some other being. Passion for another moving, breathing and talking entity is placed easily. While this remains a beautiful thing to do, we forget the beauty of knowing the strangers who walk with us.
They are the ones who look at you with curiosity and interest, allowing you to gather the best out of them. They react at everything that you say or exhibit and help you build up a new identity at every hello. That is the way of a faceless human- frankly devoid of any kind of passion. But with everyone that you know or love, you will remain a pixilated image. They will look at you, but will not be able to differentiate the cuts that define your sculpt. Strangers value you because you wont keep them company forever.
Like a butterfly that flies off just as its colors start hypnotizing, the strangers will dread losing you to myriad of faces that they will never see again.

But fly off you do, let them be strangers.

Beginning, Not Too Soon

On the joyous occasion of releasing my first write-up, I would like to thank my first reader, yes only you, whoever you will be. I don't want to divide the credit yet- the first one is special.

Its time to awaken the part of my being which is not a beginner at all. It is just a little awry of all the great intellectual goons who have set amazing examples and raised the bar quite high. Here I am, uncertainty weighing on my mind with self-criticism winning the war against THE happy impulse. However, succumbing to this weakness contradicts the whole notion of being an adventurist. Maybe its not about winning literary wars, more about taking pleasure in the simple art of putting across your own thoughts to people who deem you worthy of a read.

My love for writing has brought me here, will keep me here and make my thoughts flow in a more synchronized manner. I hope I am able to do one basic thing- that is form a connect between the lives we lead, the thoughts we have (especially the ones we seldom share) and the connections we form with the things that surround us.