Friday Saturday Sunday. Valentines Day. Birthday. Holiday. Republic Day. Aids Day. Women’s Day. Red Nose Day. Her Day. His Day. Every-Dog’s-Day. And today is my (exclusively!) Giving Up Day. To start with, I tore the dull and lump planner that stuck to my wall. Now, there’s no scary yellow colored thing to remind me of how short I am falling of my own plans. Cool!
Next, I carefully forgot to switch on my cell phone; it won’t be bringing unwanted calls all the freaking time. Poor thing. I also guiltlessly forgot to undertake any activity that used to spell r-e-s-p-o-n-s-i-b-i-l-i-t-y for me. Wow!
Toady is the day when I am going to look all the so called challenges and fights in the eye and singing to them “nay nay nay na na!” I wish I could explain how good it feels. But stupidly I admit, I can’t. But what I can tell you is that sometimes it is just right to give up. Yes, it is easy to follow the directions we set for ourselves; its easy to give ourselves to the cause of achievements. Trust me, it is easy. It is easy because we don’t question ourselves. Because we don’t dare to step out off the running track and rest a bit, fearing to lose. We fail to understand that we are not here to win a race, or to crush competition. And amidst all this, we forget to enjoy the cheering, the gush of wind in our face, the fun of running. Ugh! It really is sad. I have decided to come out of my shell and enjoy the turns life takes, without fighting with it. It took me time, but I am now all set to say no to creepy responsibilities – I wish they listen. (giggle)
These responsibilities have taken up too much of my time, my energy. Also my sense of being me (I exaggerate a bit, I apologize). Toady when I celebrate “Giving-Up-Day” and raise a toast to myself, I feel lighter by a thousand kilos. The unbearable load of stones sewn into my pockets exists no more – I have changed into a red designer dress. It feels good. Try it sometime and you’ll thanks me for a day as easy as giving advice. But let me warn you, it is not going to be easy. It is just one day, but will require a hell lot of balls.
We have learned to carry our grief and silly responsibilities in a backpack, and after we learned that, we closed our minds. This backpack has become our identity and it goes wherever we go, or more likely, wherever our mind goes. This backpack keeps us from thinking freely, living freely and makes each one of us ashamed of ourselves at times when the hearts tries to take the drivers seat. I admit that there will be a few of us who don’t and wont agree to all the shit I’m writing here. Poor people, they haven’t yet realized that they are in the highest danger zone – they find solace in their tied-up lives. They are happy making no efforts to live. To them I would to say “I am sorry for you darlingz. The editing rights all mine”. Giving up requires strength my friends (Siddhu style). You either have it or you don’t. Just too bad.
So here I am, happy, a lil’ high, celebrating my newly earned relaxed-state-of-mind and I am oh-so-much loving it! 😀
Long live the one day giving up spirit!!
(Who knows tomorrow I might be cribbing about the Monday Blues and celebrate No-Monday-for-Me-Day)