My friends were upset that I was not changing my blog for some days now...not replying back to their mail..not reverting back to the voice mail messages. All this because I suddenly realized I needed a break. So what I did was got up all by myself, packed my underwears in a bag and left on a weekend hideout.
And god what an experience it was. I was there in the midst of mist, in the bosom of mother nature... simply because I wanted to slow down. Becuase I have been running to hard to keep up. I wanted to do nothing of that sort for some days. I wanted to be in my pyjamas... not run any race..not be answerable to anyone and not to meet any deadlines. And I suddenly i realized how difficult it was for me to do just NOTHING.
Doing nothing is a blessing we all seem to have forgotten. Either we all are not being allowed this luxury, or we all are collectively destroying the power of doing shit all. The need to seen makes us go to the disco on saturday nights when we should just curl up in bed with a hot cup of mocha, peer pressure c0mpels us to get ready and rush for the sunday brunch. The man who pays you your cheques shows you eyes if you dont come to his hell hole on monday... from tuesday onwards we sell are soul simply because we want to compete with noone but our own self. This way we are all losing are right to just-hang loose. And discover the joy of doing absolutely nothing!!!
I tried it this time and god how difficult it was. Every minute I was thinking whats going to be happening to projects??? whats happening to my uncle who is going to London??? What's with my readers who must have left messages for me on my site??? what about my Labrador Bageera who will miss...what about my mum? what about global warming? what about my mobile message counter...whats with my friends????I was just not refusing to let go.
And then I said fuck it...all can wait. The messages, the money, the love, the stars, the gossip, the sex, the responsibilities and the movies. I needed time for myself. So i junked the mobile got into the rains and soaked myself with the unthinkable joy of doing nothing at all. I did this for three days
(thats all I could manage this time over-and I have promised myself a longer sojourn next time), and now I am back. I feel like a star. Just three days have done the trick for me.
Success is not about making mansions, and leaving behind legacies. After all how many of us remember our great great great fathers. (actually lets just make its our father's father's father---feels like a further off memory). Then whom are we doing all this for. Success is about owning your time. Ownership rights on the seconds that are passing by is the true treasure.
Today I feel like a de-toxified glow worm. Glowing because I did it. Spent time with MYSELF.
Have you tried it? Please do and take my word for it-it works better than botox.
8 comments:
One of the brilliant posts on your blog.....I completely endorse your point on doing nothing....and as the adidas line says..."NOTHING IS IMPOSSIBLE"......it actually is impossible
Welcome back!
It´s great to hear you are full of energy again. We all are often so busy in life and we forget very quick, that we aren´t only on this earth, just to hurry up from one date to another.
Time to relax is a very important thing to do.
But tell me, why didn´t you take your dog with you?
I´ve got one, too, and if I want to relax, I go around jogging with my dog.It´s the best thing to blow your mind free....
Well, I´m going to pack my bags now. Why?
Well,if I couldn´t be a star, I just want to feel like one:-)
I hope your high feeling level will continue for a long time, so that you are able to write your great posts again and again....
Best wishes
Audrey
LOL LOL LOL....... You are a gifted penholder. I wish I could write my emotions down like you. But mmh, botox is a no no for me.
Beauty of nothingness sounds very good. It`s nice to know, that you enjoyed it for 3 days. That reminds me to call my friend and ask her, to spend a long weekend and enjoy "beauty of nothingness".
i think i have done it...if I have convinced even one of you to pack your bags and leave to the hills. Then this blog has done it job.
Go out smell the air..have a blast. Someone put oxygen out there for a reason!!!
And don´t forget your dogs!;-)
without wanting to boast, but I just had the luxury of a 3 week vacation (a hurray for my nine to five) ;) But I always find it difficult to get my mind of workmatters for the first week. During the second week I have to convince myself that I don't have to do an awfull lot of things to enjoy my hollyday. I always get this driven feeling of missing out on something, that it only is hollyday when I see and do a lot of things. So only the third week is realy relaxing (I really have to learn to let go!) But I must admit after this three weeks I really enjoyed going back to work again. To cut a long story short, I agree completely that there is nothing to power your batteries than having time only for yourself.
And now back to work :)))
Oh well, you are absolutely right and busy people like you need that more than us. I personally yearn for the good company (not a crowd)so it depends on each individual how to unwind and take a break from the busy schedules.
But yes, there is no denying... green mountians, rains, clean atmosphere all helps a lot and a person can even think better. :-)
One week has passed, and no new blog. I take it, you spend time with yourself again?
Very very good, Mushtaq, very admirable and it shows that you are truly a man!
Why? Let me explain.
Spending time with yourself is by no means easy. I know of people who avoid meeting themselves by indulging in all sorts of mass entertainment and round the clock company. After all, who knows what one is like? And isn't there this small nagging thought at the fringes of your conscious mind that tells you that not all might be the way you purport to be to the outside world? Something that you even do not want to meet yourself?
I remember an interesting incident about this. I had suggested to my students to go to the Scottish Highlands for their last trip. The reaction: "But we are only with ourselves there! No way!"
I must say, a cowardly bunch! Don't school leavers go as far as Australia just to "find themselves"? And here they were, scared of just that?
So now you have it. It seems to take some effort, some experience and a brave heart to encounter yourself and - stand it! And apparently you found yourself a good companion! I am happy that you do, Mushtaq, because it reveals an important quality you must have to do this. I have searched literature far and wide to come up with a proper, matching quote here from a contemporary philosopher to prove the point and underline this quality. I found one.
Quote Don: "I have also always liked...me!"
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