The Good life

Too much remains to be understood,

Too much remains to be realized.

Seldom you are so lucky,

seldom do you realize,

That you have it all, wherewithal 

To live ...that 'good life'.

It depends on what you have

not what you don't

Many say it is the luxury,

For most it is wealth,

For diseased it is health.

For ugly it is the beauty

For the crooked it is straight

For life is what not death

Everyone searches for that one good magical state

Some went around the world

Asking what is it which gives that 'good life'

Strange to me it was

Nobody had the answer

What does it take to have that ‘good life’?

Came of sudden an old gypsy man,

And declared I am time I wait for none.

I am with everyone but no one's for certain

I am gypsy, I travel with no boundaries and halts

It's me who determines the good life which everyone sought.

For on death bed realizes every one,

Time is required for gaining health,

For creating relationships and wealth.

Time is needed to admire the beauty,

 To love and give it back.

It takes time my friend

So take time to live...that one good life!©
                                                                

Because it is a Sunday

                                          Usually I am up at least by 6 in the morning but it being Sunday ,I was just lying in the bed wondering whether to sleep for some more time or get going.The unexpected good morning message from an employee some how trickled a motion of thoughts in my mind.Traversing back into time as to how every Sunday used to be a day  to eagerly wait for and cherish every moment of it.
                      It was much later in adulthood that I learned that the solution to all miseries lies in being present in the very moment and not to think too much i.e., worrying about future.The trick being to live the present perfectly as it is a present given by life to all of us.
                     I can look back and say now that my childhood Sundays have been my perfect present moments.I can remember moments of joy and sorrow and for that matter even mundane things as well,mainly because they were Sundays.'Sunday' sounds music to ears ,day of the 'Sun',day when as a child we used to sweat out in the Sun claiming our share of Sun dance.

                                     Usually the day would start by getting up a little late than usual because one needed to reiterate the fact that it was a Sunday and that there is no 7 am school . After having milk/tea and biscuits arose the million dollar question about what to have for breakfast whether bread sandwiches or bhel or noodles every food item  seemed luxury then as we were strictly on a diet of home cooked healthy food. A diversion was much welcome change and Sunday was the day for it to happen.Followed by television serials of Shaktimaan etc., and then whole day of play till evening or late night in summer holidays.Till 10 years of age, it was mostly in home ,in courtyard and television set,with teenage coming it became more of an exercise to venture outside. being out of home whole day.It was internet cafes ,the empowering bicycle and discussion over cricket matches as well as playing in the mohalla team.
                          The  18th year of life saw Sundays becoming the test days.There used to be practice tests for the upcoming board and engineering entrance examinations.Being busy beacame the norm,in college again the classes for MBA entrance were on Sundays but with a bike and in a different city away from family life became what I could make of it from my limited exposure,but then it was empowering and a feeling of being at the top top the world.Being occupied with teenage emotions and the constant upheaval of emotions.It is really difficult then to control oneself and some mistakes do happen.May be one should not call them mistakes ,may be one can think them of as the learning curves.I  laugh at it now,about being so innocent and completely drenched in a feeling for somebody.Nobody can describe it but everyone has experienced it.Sometimes running after someone sometimes running from!
                            Life,I feel has again put me in a position where I am living my experiences of the early Sundays of my conscious life.Now I look forward to the company of my family.I want them around me.I feel the need for emotional talks,sharing and showing affection for each other ,possible only with close friends and family.We all have our share of mistakes,we feel bad about things we have done to ourselves and others in turn to others.Now I try to use Sundays to reflect back on problems and solutions, quiet mornings for expressing gratitude and meditating my existence.Sunday is an opportunity to engage with oneself meaningfully.It will again change with time ,change is what is constant.I just would want myself to be mindful of how it is changing and that the change is for better.Still the philosophy remains same,Sunday has a special place in the week.One realizes it after spending three weekends on  work , because I had too recently.Enjoy the Sunday!