Take a deep breath, relaxxx…

Run, run, run.
This has become the order of the day.
Why do I not see children playing around? Why are they not chasing butterflies, getting wet in the rains, break windowpanes, engage in scuffles prompting their moms to proclaim their sons as heavyweight champions?
Are we on right track?
We have little choice but to join the rat race. We cannot even enter the loo without cellphone. So much for privacy.
Have you seen Gods Must be Crazy film? Just a few miles away from a bustling city a group of tribals remains cut off, so cut off they imagine a cola bottle thrown from a copter as something from heaven. We urbanites will embrace the chaos in cities rather than sit in villages. We sure will go mad.
A blog friend wrote how depressed she is at the present scenario.
All I could tell her was Tolstoy’s “If you want to be happy, be.”
Embrace the turmoil. Peace at heart amid chaos all around, like the eye of a cyclone that remains extremely calm.
The “Why Me” question has no answer. Apple’s Steve Jobs or Model Lisa Ray are great people. But they are forced to fight a form of cancer. Mohammed Ali, Pope John Paul, Hitler suffered from Parkinson. Reagan had Alzheimer, my favourite Dickens had epilepsy just like Napoleon and Alexander. They could not ask, why me! Diseases and problems don’t discriminate.
It’s funny boss. I try to smile whenever possible. One friend took me aside and said, “You must have gone through a terrible tragedy. Otherwise, you can’t keep smiling.”
God, I wondered, you need a tragedy to keep smiling.
Hey, why am I giving this lecture? No time, I have to run. One sec, where is my mobile? Oh God, this Net is so slow…offff..