The Little Escapes         

The hill man in me was caged in the concrete jungle, governed by the corporate laws which were worse than the laws of the jungle….. suffocated by the professional rivalry and office politics…… agonized by remarks that pinched his id more than his ears …… , anguished soul bearing marks of injustice and discrimination, blood boiling out of the hypocrite mentality and inhuman behavior. The Law of the jungle was silent about all those things and hence the hill man in me revolted each morning to return to that cubicle where I did everything that killed the hill man in me, giving it a suffocating, smoldering slow death by smothering its basic nature under the butts  of modern day’s tactics…..

But the hill man in me is very stubborn and a die hard fellow, never bows neither backs down…. Stands erect under all circumstances, finding solace in small things, ever ready to accept the little love and compassion, absorbs even the minutest signs of sympathy, very empathetic and emotionally intelligent to seek love and affection ….. though such nectars were scarce in this sphere…..

To let the hill-man survive in me, my wife gave me a surprise….. by the time I returned from office that great day, which also happened to be my birthday, she had got the back yard floor up-rooted…… WHY ?????? for a little green space she told me…..

WOW.. a little green space of 10 feet by 10 feet….. ah, enough for me, me.. the one who would not call a hill a hill if it did not have enough deodars and pine trees, but now had to compromise, and even felt grateful , to have that 10 X 10 feet area…. I considered to have bonsai plants there…. So that it becomes a little jungle for me….. ah feeling of Gulliver in Lilliputians’ jungle…. I smiled.

Now I had a reason to get up early each morning, nourishing my plants and flowers…. Feeding the little squirrel and the parrot that thronged through the little jungle….. a satisfying feeling would engulf my heart to see the birds picking up the rice and wheat grains that I scattered in the space. Gradually, a fine collection of earthen-pots gathered around the area, giving a unique look to the jungle…… and the plants made way into our drawing room and dining room…… soon the aquarium followed with those sexy gold fishes, swimming lazily from one corner to the other…..

Happiness in life is simply the adjustment that one makes in the things which are a bit less than perfect….. I learnt that when I saw the solace and soothing I felt in that small jungle… though my wife calls it kitchen-garden , but I call it my jungle…. There is no gain in criticizing the life one leads, smoldering your heart over the mundane issues of day today life. Life is not permanent, so why take it so seriously….. the simple fact is, Life might not be the party we hoped for, but, while we are here, lets dance and enjoy it….. Be a warrior and not a worrier….

And with these feelings and belief, I felt a great relief, the burning feelings, the bruises, all calmed down and life gave me a fresh smile, inviting me to explore and innovate further horizons, to make my natural self better …..

Ah, these little escapes are an essential part of my life ……..

 

ONE of our Blogger friend Namita Sachan has beautifully described the small small causes of happiness and their significance to make life more happy and easy :

nanhe nahe kadam rakhati
aaye khushi
kabhi khidaki ki railing pakad
kamare me jhankti bel ke sang
kabhi alas sabere gamle me khile gulab si
kabhi ladkhada kar gire bachche ko
uthaya to usaki aansoo bhari aankho me
muskayi khushi

Thanks for adding this Namita Sachan

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