I was gardening yesterday. I don’t have any tools whatsoever for gardening, I have honestly never felt under equipped. Instead of a shovel, I use a katora. Instead of the instrument to mix soil, I use fork. I wish we had a pipe connection so I wouldn’t have to fill the 2 bottles 6-7 times a day but this thought never came across my mind until yesterday when my neighbor saw me put gobar with a spoon in the soil.
It is then that i realized that my passion or love or happiness or whatever it is that I feel after planting a new plant or watering or feeding it gobar is so great that I have never ever seen or felt the difficulties ever.
This brings me to the point of excuses. Excuses are really excuses no? If we really want to do something, we don’t think. We do it!
I do not know about other people, but there is certainly one thing that gets me angry. It is asking me if i am angry. More so if multiple times. I do not know what is the logic behind this but when I say I am not angry, asking me if I am angry certainly bugs me. I do not understand why people need to ask more than once.
There is a very important but unknown benefit of getting up very early in the morning. It is good for health, good for efficiency, all this is normal and well spoken for, but there is a very important unknown fact and that is – If your day hasn’t begun well, u can go back to sleep and get up again by 6 am and it would still be early morning and you get another try to restart your day 😛
I heard my driving instructor say with a frown that people press the accelerator when the road is congested with vehicles but end up driving slowly when it is empty. And how true is this statement!
I have my friend who is not allowed to do a particular practice in her house. So she ends up doing it in the bathroom or when nobody is around in the house. And whereas I have all the freedom to do it, but my lazy little self …
So I was thinking about hurdles and why they are put in front of us. Human beings are so much dramatic that they do not like what is easily available to them. Foolish little us want drama, want some excitement, some sense of achievement … Nehi to maza hi nehi aata!
I was recently talking to a Bengali friend and called him rasogolla. He asked me if I meant in a derogatory way. I was taken aback. Because there is no way I could see rasogolla a derogatory term for anything. He said that there are some people who call him rasogolla in a derogatory way. I told him that I was calling him rasogolla because he is extremely sweet and pure as a person. He replied that I should be calling him misti instead of rasogolla because misti means sweet in Bangla and rasogolla is only a type of sweet.
There are two things that I learnt from this. First is perception. How can something white, sweet, soft, pure like rosogulla can ever be derogatory? The person using it has obviously never tested a rasogolla in his life. And the person who thinks it is a bad word should change his perception about it. Secondly, men who go for technical aspects can be very adorable.