Story telling

Be a great story teller of your life, of your own life events. 

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Getting in the vicinity of simplification

Around fifteen days before, I received a call from a lady stating that she wanted to illustrate the cashback benefits of credit card to me. She asked me for the time, and I said, I’ll be available by the end of Dec, 2016. (pre-assuming that she understands the sign that I am uninterested and won’t call back again 😉 ) 

After 15 days after she called me back!

And I patiently started listening to her offers on cashback over the shopping one does per month (provided, one couriers all my shopping bills to her)! She asked me to send an IVR for confirmation of this scheme. And before I could say ‘Yes or No’ – I asked her to give me one day time to think. (again, trying to give her indications that I am not interested!) 

After 24 hours, she called me back!  

I ignored the phone. (because somewhere I was hesitant to say NO to her!) 

After few minutes, she called me again! 

And this time I received her call, with the mindset that I will explain her why I don’t need this scheme! I tried my best to explain her -‘that see I am not a shopaholic and my monthly expenses are very low, I stay in hostel, I eat in mess, I only spend in paying institution fee, buying some fruits, recharging my phone, buying clothes once in 4-5 months, ‘, however, she also presented me hundreds of reasons why I should take this scheme! 

Seeing that the conversation is not making sense anymore, I immediately took the straight route. I told her that, ‘I am thankful to you for telling me countless benefits of the scheme , however, at this point of time this is not in my priority!’ 

And the conversation ended gracefully, thanking each other  for the time. 

Many times, we take the indirect route.A route where we pre-assume that the other person can understand our choices, lifestyle, habits, love, care, avoidance or preferences by just some indirect hints/signals. And this complicates the whole life and wastes time & energy also (not only ours, but of others also!) .

I learned that one doesn’t needs to be rude to say NO, it can be delivered politely. I learned that one doesn’t have to avoid or block the numbers to get rid of some situations, it can be handled by taking care of current priorities! 

And this is how we can simplify things in every domain of our life (prioritizing them as they arrive), handling one by one. While working on simplification, we are actually silently going away from complexity!  Focus matters!

Our own horizon

Get a degree.

Enter into a Job.

Love/Get married.

Work.

Eat.

Sleep.
This is the way?

Or 

There is something more, something which needs to be filled in between?

Or

There is something which needs to omitted to create more space in between?

Or 

There is no such sequence?

Or

There is a new way ?

– Whatever it is you create or choose, go and live it.

 Life has its own taste and texture when we set our own horizon, however, the problem comes when we continuously try to compare and scale our horizon with the skyline of others!

Comparison kills the very flavour of life. Inspiration fuels new energy into it.

Individual, Story and Remembrance 

Every individual has a story. 

Each story has some message,  some lesson, some humor, some mistake, some love, some affection, some bitterness, some connection, some surprise and some dissociation as well. 

What we remember and how we remember the stories on a daily basis frames the quality of our lives!

Day 92 of 100 days workout challenge 

I forgot to count! And I also stopped counting days when I didn’t exercised as they were very few. (Aisa lag raha hoga ki main apni taareef kar rahi hu, uske liye Kshama Karein  😛 ;)) 

I’m glad to learn and work daily on cultivating habits which work in favor of my mind body and soul!


A Short Guide to a Happy Life: Anna Quindlen on Work, Joy, and How to Live Rather Than Exist

Sharing with you something which touched my heart! 

Quindlen begins:

I’ve never earned a doctorate, or even a master’s degree. I’m not an ethicist, or a philosopher, or an expert in any particular field… I can’t talk about the economy, or the universe, or academe, as academicians like to call where they work when they’re feeling kind of grand. I’m a novelist. My work is human nature. Real life is really all I know.

Life & Work

Don’t ever confuse the two, your life and your work. That’s what I have to say. The second is only a part of the first. Don’t ever forget what a friend once wrote to Senator Paul Tsongas when the senator had decided not to run for reelection because he’d been diagnosed with cancer: “No man ever said on his deathbed I wish I had spent more time at the office.”

Don’t ever forget the words on a postcard that my father sent me last year: “If you win the rat race, you’re still a rat.”

There are thousands of people out there with the same degree you have; when you get a job, there will be thousands of people doing what you want to do for a living. But you are the only person alive who has sole custody of your life. Your particular life. Your entire life. Not just your life at a desk, or your life on the bus, or in the car, or at the computer. Not just the life of your mind, but the life of your heart. Not just your bank account, but your soul.

On Life, People and Love :

Get a life in which you notice the smell of salt water pushing itself on a breeze over the dunes, a life in which you stop and watch how a red-tailed hawk circles over a pond and a stand of pines. Get a life in which you pay attention to the baby as she scowls with concentration when she tries to pick up a Cheerio with her thumb and first finger.

Turn off your cell phone. Turn off your regular phone, for that matter. Keep still. Be present.

Get a life in which you are not alone. Find people you love, and who love you. And remember that love is not leisure, it is work.

It’s ironic that we forget so often how wonderful life really is. We have more time than ever before to remember it. The men and women of generations past had to work long, long hours to support lots and lots of children in tiny, tiny houses. The women worked in factories and sweatshops and then at home, too, with two bosses, the one who paid them, and the one they were married to, who didn’t. . . . Our jobs take too much out of us and don’t pay enough.

She continues:

Life is made up of moments, small pieces of glittering mica in a long stretch of gray cement. It would be wonderful if they came to us unsummoned, but particularly in lives as busy as the ones most of us lead now, that won’t happen. We have to teach ourselves how to make room for them, to love them, and to live, really live.

This is not a dress rehearsal, and that today is the only guarantee you get.

Source : Story Pick