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| Do I love her? Of course, I love her! Sylvia Plath- And her concept(s) of inner peace! |
I am looking for the right word for my present state of my
mind as I write this but on an impromptu notice, ‘Kung-fu Panda 2’ comes to my
mind. Watched it last weekend. Again. (Not that I like it that much, I prefer
the first one. Any given day!) And the central theme of the movie comes into my
head in continuation to what I was mulling over. Inner peace. So what is this
inner peace that they talk about? Emphasize so much upon? And do people really
place that much of importance upon it in their chaotic-superbusy- daily routine?
I do a lot for my inner peace. Subconsciously. But I do. I
think it’s more because inner peace somehow comes as a concluding reminder after
every time when despite a very ‘normal’ day, you feel that missing piece of the
jigsaw puzzle that completes your heart. The last time when in a party full of
your friends and happening people, you still felt zoned out for no reason…or
sometimes in the middle of a weekday, wonder if you still love your work the
same or it’s just become a means-to-end thing for you, perhaps… Or the time
when a happy, in-love couple makes you (re)think if your
forever-out-of-the-complex single theory actually works fine!
So what do you do? I try a variety of things, some outright
trivial and few deep and intricate. One of my most-frequent (and probably a
favourite), is to take up a long walk and talk to myself out in the open when
no one can possibly hear you or figure out that you’re self-talking. So last
night, in a fit of desperation to seek ‘inner peace’ again, I took up a walk
back to the tree-house and indulged in it.
Afterwards, while getting idiotically happy about having
that extra money that I incidentally saved from auto by walking, tumbled upon a
street-side stall of nariyal-pani and spent the saved money to sip nariyal-pani
while sitting next to the vendor on the footpath. Now nariyal pani is not only
a reminder of healthy diet but also one of my all-time-mood-lifters. And
sitting there on the footpath, watching cars pass by, gleaming lights of
traffic with the shining board of my tree house calling- I realized every issue
looked trivial as long as I chose to walk on my own pace and do things as they
made sense to mee. They don’t have to be high on the (society)law-abiding
terms, but they have to be up there on your own belief system. And peace begins
to find its way to you.
And so reveling in this theory, I smiled as I saw a birdy
couple sincerely collecting the twigs together to make their new nest, reached
my tree-house, had some magic potion, roamed around late windy night in nothing
but what I could call a beachsuit; and talked some more to myself before I
cozied up to sleep in my new-found temporary inner peace.
- The Little Wench
