Friday, December 10, 2010

Mistakes and Repentences


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This is rooted in one of the biggest mistakes I made in life...

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'To sigh, yet not recede; to grieve, yet not repent!' George Crabbe

When an individual makes a mistake, or commits a major error, what would be the natural progression from the conduction of the act to the consequences that follow the act? I personally feel, as my reflections of the numerous mistakes I have committed in my lifetime till date have brought to me, that there is an order in which all this is carried out.

Thoughts before an action is conducted the actual deed is done the immediate feeling of success and happiness at having achieved what was forbidden the slow realization that what was done was a mistake the need to be sorry and to repent the feeling that that would make one a failure and the final stoical acceptance that what was done was a mistake, and one where the acceptance and repentance of the mistake is forbidden.

Let alone my miniscule self; was it this that happened to the forefathers of mankind? Imagine Adam and Eve, in their pleasure trove, enjoying all the fruits that the Lord had bestowed upon them. And yet, there was not complete peacethe Golden Apple was elusivesomething much desired and yearned for, and something that was forbidden and unachievable!

Just by some freak chance of nature, and the incitement of something evil, the two purest people in the world were tempted to taste of the fruit. The thoughts of fear (of being rebuked for the mistake) and awe (at their own temerity to be attempting to do something forbidden) must have combined to egg them on to conduct the awful deed.

And, what must have followed? Rejoicing at the fact that the fruit was now in their hands, to be tasted at their own will? But naturallydon't we all feel the same when we do something that we have been expressly asked not to?

Wellso the deed was done, and the immediate fruit enjoyed. What next? Ah! The fruit begins to show its true colours and the effects of having had it begin to manifest themselves. And that brings to the mind of the erstwhile pure the profundity of their error.

But what do they do? Nothing. Why? Because nothing is to be done. A deed once done is done it is like an arrow that is shot out of the bowit goes out, never to return to the quiver. And if ever to return, bloodied and changed. Which is worse than not returning.

So, the pure accept that they have done a deed and feel that they have to repent, to be penitent for their sin the one and only 'Original Sin'. But something stops them. What? Something akin to ego, something that tells them that acceptance of their fault would make them look even worse than the actual act itself. Wouldn't the Lord laugh when they fell to their knees and were remorseful for their actions? That wouldn't feel so nice, would it?!

So, fear of the double failure makes them accept their fate. They know that there is nothing to be done anymore, and so they stoically accept whatever their actions have brought upon them. Expulsion from Eden and into a world of sorrow and pain, grief and sin and everything negative and evil was accepted without a word of complaint.after all it was what they deserved for their deed.

But, had they once repented their action, just one time put their head down and begged for forgiveness, who would have had the heart to not forgive themor even if not forgive, to let them off with a lighter punishment than the one inflicted because of not having repented?! Well it is true, I guess, that ..

'Of all acts of man repentance is the most divine.' Thomas Carlyle

Wednesday, December 8, 2010

Satisfied ...

Here I am again ... and am actually quite surprised at myself, since I am not the kind to be regular about stuff like this .... in fact, every new year when we got fresh diaries for the coming year, I'd jump up and say, this time I resolve to keep a diary to note down little tidbits of my life .... and never went beyond a few pages .... only to redo the whole episode again the next year! But, here I am, today, because there's something I'd like to share ... or if not share, at least jot down, since I kinda liked it ....

Actually, its something that happened early today morning ... my 2.4 yr old son, Dhruv, was asleep and it was 5.45 am, I guess, when I was up and packing his tiffin for playschool and my tiffin for office. He is usually tight asleep during this time and wakes up only around 6-30 or 7-00 am. But, today, he woke up and came stumbling to the dining table, where I was packing his food - consisting of half-a-cake (happy-birthday is his name for a cake!) and 2 biscuits (bikkes - he calls it) .....

So, this 3 ft long chap comes up to me, puts his hand up to indicate he wants to be lifted and says its 9-00 o'clock ... thats the only time he can say, dunno why, but whenever he wants to say the time, it is always 9-00 o'clock! So, it was 9-00 o'clock and here he was in my arms, hugging me tight ...

Now, usually, the maid comes around 6-45 am and gets him ready for school, brushing his teeth and giving him a bath and dressing him up, which is always a battle, considering that he never co-operates ... but, getting back to the point, here was this little bugger hugging me, when it suddenly occurred to me that I could get him ready today ... so, I got some hot water ready, took him to the batoon (bathroom in his words!), undressed him and bathed him .... brushing was a pain, but somehow, he was a little less resilient today, and I got it done in 15 minutes ... bathing him, and dressing him ....

And, I felt so satisfied .... Usually, when housewives claim that it is a major satisfaction, looking after a baby that it is worth giving up financial freedom and a job, I always felt they said that to console themselves, because that they couldn't work like other working women, whatsoever their reasons be ... But, when I got my son ready today, I felt so so so satisfied, that I felt like giving up my job and staying home .... but again, beggars can't be choosers ...


Now, let's leave that story for sometime else .... Am already at office and the halo of greatness and satisfaction is wearing off, and so before I forget that I did something worthwhile today, something that made me satisfied, if for a momentary period of time, I wanted to write it down to preserve it ... for sometime later, when I can read back at what I did someday ... and bask in my own borrowed glory!

Adieu, till I come back .... no promises here, considering that irregularity and procrastination are second nature to me ....

Tuesday, December 7, 2010

something or the other ...

It happens often, with me ... that I think I shall do something, but keep procrastinating ... till a time comes when I almost forget I was going to do something ... And, then suddenly, one fine day, I feel like doing it ... or maybe, do it, without having a feeling to do it ...

Am I blabbering a bit too much? Well ... I guess I do that all the time ... usually, when I want to kill time or hide something ....

But why exactly am I blabbering now? I have no time to kill ... am overworked at office, spend a couple of hours travelling to and from office, and then have to play "You're Dead!" with my son ... which takes up quite some time .... Which all adds up to the simple fact that I have no time to kill.

Then ... what is it that I am hiding? Sadness ... frustration ... dejection ... life's unfairness .... there's just too much I am hiding ... but from whom? The world? Or myself? Yes ... I am hiding from the world ... Oh no! Not myself ... I am very much me to the world, maybe a masked me ... But I am there ....

But hiding from myself? Can someone hide from themselves? Isn't it such a weird thing ... trying to hide from your own self? I asked myself all this .... because I felt that maybe I was losing it ... but then, when I asked myself the question, I realized that I actually had a mask ... that tried to hide everything from me .... the heart hides things from the mind and the mind hides things from the heart .... but, then again, they clash somewhere .... the heart dreams on but tells the mind "be practical!" ... the mind tries to follow the tenet of practicality, but in some intimate portion, dreams on ....

It is this juxtaposition that actually made me write down these words ... to begin a blog that I have been thinking I'd begin for ages now .... I did something without an inclination to do ... just did it .... I don't even know that I shall keep it up ... but I just did it ... for the sake of it ....