Showing posts with label dedication. Show all posts
Showing posts with label dedication. Show all posts

Thursday, 14 December 2017

The Differently Abled...


Deepa Malik, India’s paraplegic swimmer champion

I don’t believe there exist  ‘disabled people’ on earth. My experience and understanding have taught me that there are only ‘differently abled’ people on earth who have their own ways of doing things.

A person may not have hands yet, he learns to do everything by himself. Someone may have only one leg, but he either finds a vulcanized leg to pair up or learns things the hard way. But there is one common thing about this broad genre of people. They all understand and have something in common which we may never even get close to. They understand the importance of loss and more importantly, they learn how to make this loss their biggest strength. 

Taking a very recent example of Arunima Sinha; she was thrown out of a moving train and got both her legs cut. She was crippled for life but rose to the occasion and has scaled 6 highest peaks of the world. She is not aiming for the highest peak in Antarctica. She has set the bar higher than most of the ‘normal’ people would imagine. The loss and pain she suffered have made her the toughest mountain climber there ever was.

The other very interesting aspect of the differently abled is that they achieve a heightened sense of their working senses or body parts. Some call it the 6th sense. Some try and explore the scientific explanations behind these changes. But the way I understand this is that they don’t think about what not working. Instead, they focus their energies on how they can make everything else work. Blind women are some the best listeners. They trust in themselves more than an average person can even dream of. Deaf and dumb are the most caring and expressive. A man with paralysed lower body develops immense upper body strength capable of carrying multiple people. And being a dancer, I can assure you that differently abled people understand music and dance better than everyone else.

Be it some restaurants hiring only the differently abled, “Planet Abled” starting travel services or our PM calling them “Divyang” instead of “Viklang”, today people are making efforts to understand that differently abled are just unique members of our family. In our monotonous lives, we are stuck in the cobwebs of jobs, our needs and responsibilities. We fail to do anything that we were once passionate about. But our differently abled friends decide on something and then pursue it with full dedication and passion. They make sure they raise the bar and become the strongest versions of themselves.

I grew up in a middle-class family and learnt things the hard way. I took risks, failed, got back up and failed again. I still fail quite a few times. But my daily inspiration and moral boost to never lose hope is my grandmother. I have never seen her grab a glass of water in one go because of extremely poor eyesight. She suffers from incurable corneal detachment. But this never came in her way of supporting the family in the best possible manner. As a child, I often tried closing my eyes and walking around the house imitating my grandmother. 30 seconds of blindness used to send shivers down my spine. Today, I get goosebumps at the thought of it. On the other hand is my grandmother who not only takes care of herself but everyone in the family. She is more alert and energetic throughout the day than anyone else in the family. Her sense of hearing is the greatest I have ever come across.

If you try and experience the life of differently abled without being one, you might end up losing sight of what is real because of the shock and impact. It’s only through loss that one can understand the importance of what he has. Differently abled have such interesting and passionate lives that most of us only dream of living. They are truly special and beyond compare.

"कमज़ोर मत समझ खुद को
उठ एक बार फ़िर
दुनिया कदम चूमती है उन्के
जिनके हौसलों के आगे शिखर भी सिर झुकाते हैं|"



Wednesday, 6 December 2017

You should go and Love yourself :-*

You should go and Love yourself (be a little wild this time)...



There is an old saying “The journey is more important than the destination”. You get to learn a lot more and it helps you understand the importance of each step. No matter how important, but it does sound boring to today’s generation. Let me make it a little interesting and naughty.

How many times have you got intimate with your own thoughts? The craving you have for that special feeling can make you go crazy. Hold your horses everyone. You really don’t need to take things literally every single time.

Ever wondered why sportsmen warm up before they play a match? They practice and toil hard day and night to put up their best performance. Ask any champion what set him apart and he won’t stop talking about all those injuries, sleepless nights and hard work that made him rise above the rest. Ask a dancer about his preparations and you come across the most excruciating pain endured throughout the practice sessions (personally, stretching kills me every single time; I won’t recommend my dance classes for the faint-hearted). 

“I don’t fear a man who has practiced 10000 moves 1 time each. But I fear the man who has practiced 1 move 10,000 times.” – Bruce Lee

Be it Muhammad Ali practicing punches under water, Karoly Takacs taking aim with his wrong arm and winning Olympic Gold (he lost his right shooting hand because of a bomb explosion), Bruce Lee doing thumb push-ups or Roger Federer putting in more than 10000 hours of practice; all champions have this in common. Every time they wore their armour, they were intimate with their thoughts. To put it in simpler words, they were one with themselves. Their mind body and soul worked as one to make them the greatest in the history.

This is what “foreplay” does to you. Foreplay is the subtle build-up necessary to prepare you for the main event. It is your sweat, determination and hard work which makes you fight and claim what is yours. This can make you into a daring beast, an unbeatable machine capable of not only challenging the status quo and proving all the myths wrong but also being the champion everyone looks up to.

What you think you become. So, play with yourself a little. Love yourself more. Get intimate with yourself to the extent you gain control over every single muscle and thought (even literally if required ;-)). Train your mind and it will command your body to achieve feats you have never imagined.

Taking inspiration from the poem “कुछ काम किया, कुछ इश्क़ किया” by Piyush Mishra

“वह काम भला क्या काम हुआ, जिसमें रातों की नींद हराम न हो
वह जुनून भला क्या जुनून हुआ, जिसमें शिद्दत का जाम न हो
वह काम भला क्या काम हुआ, जिसका मुकाम मिलना आसान हो
वह इश्क़ भला क्या इश्क़ हुआ, जिसमें प्यार, बिना छेड़कानी के हो
वह काम भला क्या काम हुआ, जिसमें वक्त में खोने का मौका न हो
और वह चाह भला क्या चाह हुई, जिसमे हसरतों का बोझ न हो|“

दम मारो दम....


When was the last time you got high? well without drugs of course...

Confused? Call me a believer in myths, coexisting with mysticism or a creator of my own reality, but let me tell you my own sweet little lie. (Shhhh, it is still a secret which I understand is going to be published on the net but let's keep this between us) I can help you get high for hours without the slightest intake of any white powder.

Let's go on a wild trip out of the realms of this world. The drug of my choice and my poison is "white powder". Confused again? How can a Sufi (not the religious one but a Sufi in terms of drugs) talk about white powder. I am a skier and my white powder is snow B-). Imagine being surrounded by snow-capped peaks in -15 degrees Celsius. From the time you open your eyes in the morning until the time you sleep, all you see is white snow slopes. And in this environment, you get up early at 6am (I can understand the plight of engineers), tie your boots and prepare your skiis. You climb the slopes sweating like a maniac. And then comes the final moment. Wear your eye mask, close your eyes and take a deep breath. Feel the chilly air fill your lungs and with faith take the leap. You fly down the slope feeling your heart beating heavily out of your chest. The gush of air and "surreal reality" makes you forget everything else. You are in the moment and in a "high" of your own. You travel beyond the capacity of the human mind just to realise that you reached the bottom of the mountain within minutes. But these moments make you realise that getting high is not an escape but a way of living Life; extending your limits beyond the imaginable. It's pure Bliss.

I can show you another way to get high. Being a dancer, this is what I experience almost daily. Put a list of your favourite songs. Close your eyes and listen. Feel the music, sing the lyrics and pay attention to the beats. Tap your feet, slowly get up and move your head around. Don't think and let your body flow whichever and however possible. Just don't stop and keep dancing. A moment comes when you don't even realise where you are and everything else ceases to make sense. Dance like the mad hatter, do the "shadi wala dance" but just don't stop. You will be in a world of your own, a world of pure Bliss and happiness.

And for all the lion-hearted/brave souls out there with an adventurous itch, taste insanity; bungee jump, go cliff diving or the skydiving and the high will be incessant.
I am not asking everyone to be a skier, an adventure freak or a dancer. But I am asking you to pursue what you love to such an extent that nothing else matters. You will be in an eternal high, intoxicated, to be the best of your self. Forget drugs, you won't even have the time to breathe and think about getting high.

"Sing like no one is listening
Dance like no one is watching
Play like no one can beat you
Paint like no one can see the colors
Do what you love and
Love what you do"

Happy being HIGH ;-)