Did I say inner-peace, people?

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