I hope I never get my peace

“What exactly is peace?”, I asked my colleague. He stared my face for a couple of seconds and went back to his work, this is what he usually does when I bump him with a rhetorical question. “If a person achieves everything he desired for, he is said to be living with peace with his soul, Bingo!” I screamed! This got my colleague all charged up and we had a mind boggling discussion for almost an hour. Let me summarise our talk for you all.

Both of us were very over expressive at that moment and our eyes were gleaming with pearly shine, as if we have discovered a huge universal truth. We had actually concluded that whatever the word peace might actually mean, as long as we are striving for it we grow stronger. “Eventually a day comes when we achieve our goal and the race is over!” said he. If we think properly, we might actually conclude the same. The pains and sufferings which are a part and parcel of every great event are not just breath taking but are actually the hammers which mould us for a better tomorrow. We often see people living a useless solitary life once they earn few thousand grand’s. “What exactly happens with such people then?”, we screamed, and looked at each other to get nothing more than a super puzzled look. I scratched my head and said with a big yawn “naah, they don’t survive a long time after that.” And friends, perhaps this is the truth.

Let me explain a bit more, before you actually lose track of our discussion. Every struggle has a feeling of excitement and a tinge of fun tied with it. The minute one experiences a strong urge for his romance, he runs wild and goes beyond his mental limits. This process is actually very entertaining and strikingly stimulating too. Getting stronger is just a by product, the actual fruit is this very thrill. I hope we all still remember words of our grand father when he narrated his experiences of bicycle ride in his mighty era, I still remember how he used to describe his moustache back then. He was young, stylish and had an aura of his boundless strength. He used to ride many miles everyday and used to enjoy riding his bicycle. Can we live such hardships? Ofcourse not! The reason is that we are not able to see the entertaining aspect of his struggle. We fail to comprehend what he must be watching on the streets everyday on his bike. This is the difference, he never achieved “peace” when he was alive, but every single day made him more magnificent and adorable for my grandmother. Later my father seemed to inherit some of my grand dads traits and resembled him.

I wish I never get my peace too. That will only make me stronger and harder to lose this race of life. “hey Krunal! You idiot! I think we have completely misunderstood what the word peace is even after such a long discussion!”, my colleague screamed, almost deafening me. What he actually meant was, every struggle has a hidden peace in it. It’s like a hidden signal in a telephone static. What we call “excitement” is actually the peace associated with a particular event, was our final conclusion.

Overtaken by her grace

“Male ego is bad”, this is what I often tell my friends. I never like to admit, but they do possess an unforgivable magnitude of this ego which has reached its paragon in these years. All they deserved was a tight slap over their cheek by the most ruthless hands of a giant gorilla. Here is one of my experience which turned out to be the tightest possible slap on their ego and humbled me. I often cried for not being able to enhance my creativity now I do have my answer, I was a complete jerk!
Few weeks ago, I was driving on the symbiosis college road. This road is one of my favorite turfs where I cut loose my instincts and drive as fast as I can. Habitually I shifted my gears to the finest rpm settings and started driving in the most crazy and reckless way I could. I was supremely confident about my driving skills and was the self proclaimed hero of motoring world. Out of nowhere came a frail looking lady, wearing a cheap orange shirt and a track trouser on her automatic bike. There was actually nothing attractive or appealing in her dressing sense, but I cant comprehend why I was enticed by her sheer innocence and casual expression. When I first noticed her in my rear view mirror I neglected her aura and continued cursing Indian traffic. Seconds later, she vanished from my rear view mirrors.
I was shocked deep in my subconscious. “Where did the lady go?” I asked myself. Before I could wink my eye, I saw her taking the inside line and overtaking me. The moment she passed me, I was horrified by her unbeatable talent and was bewildered by the sense of perfect path. Before I could recover from the shock, she overtook 2 big SUV’s. I decided to see her driving and learn something from her. In my quest of enhancing my driving speeds, I unknowingly started driving in the most dangerous possible way. But she seemed still out of my reach. The way she was driving reminded me of the dolphin which I saw over discovery channel few days ago. In-spite of her speed, she was not putting any stress on her engine, on the other hand, I was nearly slaughtering my machine.
If I ponder over this and think vigorously, what i deduce is, the lady was not only a great rider but was a responsible human too. She was not just fast, but was the epitome of simplicity too.
Finally she was out of sights and I stopped only to feel the deep rage and heat of my engine, perhaps it was cursing me for being so rude with the lady. My engine was breathing hot air like a rhino who was ready to charge me for my lunacy. “oh my my” said my spirit. I smiled and drove home smoothly and was happy for this new learning experience.