Nature Call

{Flashback- a decade back: schooldays

Settings-Me and my friend sitting on a rock, silently observing the stream pattern surrounding us.}

Hours passed by in muted admiration; occasionally interrupted by splashes in the brook -their source ranging from unconsciously thrown stones to self-inspired frogs. Finally, it was the turn of my friend to break the web. ‘‘Chale’’(shall we move) -was the concise utterance: suggesting more of an obligation than a desire. But this was enough to pull me back to the real world. It now visibly transpired that the silhouette had turned prominent. Yes, time to retreat lest to face the wrath of parents on being so late. Verifying by my watch -lo indicated the lanky needles aligned in the direction of fingers, as if also pointing to move on. Thus with heavy steps but pleasing mind, we headed to our recourse and so did the flock of birds above us!

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How often I have yearned for the joys of getting wet under monsoon showers, of winter days spent idling-basking in the lushly green park , the early chirping of birds in perfect symphony or standing aside the shore-listening to the roar of billowing sea waves. To me, these have been some of the rhapsodic moments of rendezvous with nature: its beauty, charm and beingness. To awe and revere something beyond the acquired rational realm : something more in those falling drops of heaven apart from 2 parts of hydrogen and 1 part of oxygen.

Nature is truly an astute mentor: it doth teach her lessons in subtle ways, only to leave ‘the good sense’ with a responsibility to take heed and cue of it: be it a dream that led Buddha’s awakening, a water surge to make delirious Archimedes exclaim Eureka or a lightning stroke to enlighten Benjamin’s views on electricity. Some of the finest poetic work, songs and hymens of yore owe their inspiration to the beauty of nature. Admittedly, human life or to say the entire bio-life is symbiotically related to and dependent on nature. It sits, feeds, nurtures, prospers, heals and ultimately decays in the lap of Mother Nature.

While the intellectuals have incisively drawn lessons from nature, I am but a dumb fella. To me such teachings are confined to some of the most obvious and deducible terms, such as:

- That underlying is order, harmony and balance. The unceasing revolution of planets in the solar system, the changing yet defined cycles of seasons, and the equilibrium of human body temperature bears a testimony in itself.

-That greatness lies in giving more than you receive. We throw stones at trees and they return their generosity in form of luscious fruits. We are bestowed with copious sunlight and free but vital air.

-That inherent is an interdependence among the entities-term it food chain, feelings, gravitational forces or whatever.

-That in life, a rise is invariably accompanied by a fall, night by day, and birth by death. Wisdom demands not to be swayed by such vicissitudes of life, but to maintain one’s Tao: accepting this whole as interplay of nature itself.

Today we witness concerns being raised for endangered wildlife, Global warming, water crisis, etc. But friends, this is something for which we (the humans) have been responsible, and we only need to rectify. Nature, in its pristine sense has been unadulterated and assaying for balance. Unfortunately, our crass needs have been myopic enough to ignore the perils of future; upon tampering with its serenity. Still, better late than never! Life is busy for many of us, I know. There are deadlines to be met, tasks pending and compromises made. But once in a while lets halt and listen. So why don’t we shut down MS windows for a while and open My Sensory windows…. Did you just hear anything? I guess: its Nature call.

The Lords of the Roads

The bike kept honking furiously at all possible decibel levels. But the holy cow somehow preferred to stay oblivious to these utterances. Pressurized by the swarm of vehicles heading to a formation, it was now left to me to make a right decision: the choice of breaching the code adopted under ‘Indian traffic rules’ and taking the ‘right’ (one with an antonym left and not wrong) side. The portly man in gray shorts, otherwise lethargic, promptly came into act: whistle screeched, brakes were applied and words were exchanged: the final outcome was a penalty of 100 bucks to me. Good Heavens! Welcome to the world of stray quadrupeds….an indispensable part of this commuting community. Out of sheer faith on the more evolved Darwinian fraternity (in judgment to apply brakes as and when required) the less evolved loiter nonchalantly in commuting domains. But when it really comes to thinking smart, the later invariably tend to outdo the former, by moving in a direction that one otherwise choose-considering it as the case of least probability. Ranging from highways to the least accessible streets, you can find them engrossed in pristine solitude to conducting esoteric groups meetings.

Very often you find a cow skillfully creating subtle patterns on road from otherwise potential bio-energy source, or dogs involved in ‘who-is-superior’ bouts to woo their would be partner. Quite often they choose to cross the road in sudden fist of mind, ignoring all kind of traffic signals or vehicles for that matter. And when you happen to intrude their ’space’ or interfere with their slumber, you are met with a kind of indignant askance look, as if you have made a case for prosecution against violation of individual rights.

Well people, by rambling on this seemingly trivial issue, I mean no harm to the ‘stray community’, neither do I intend to blame those guys for the situation. After all, they also own a right to live as bestowed by nature to one and all. But the point is: why after all are they rendered to live a life of aspersions? Why they have to live precariously at the mercy of some external reflexes? Verily, the victims of circumstances beyond their and also to an extent our control; prudence lies in finding a solution thereafter-reader which I choose to leave unto you.

Can you make a difference??

Once upon a time, there was a wise man who used to go to the ocean to
do his writing. He had a habit of walking on the beach before he began
his work. One day, as he was walking along the shore, he looked down the beach
and saw a human figure moving like a dancer. He smiled to himself at
the thought of someone who would dance to the day, and so, he walked
faster to catch up.

As he got closer, he noticed that the figure was that of a young man,
and that what he was doing was not dancing at all. The young man was
reaching down to the shore, picking up small objects, and throwing
them into the ocean.

He came closer still and called out “Good morning! May I ask what it
is that you are doing?”
The young man paused, looked up, and replied  “Throwing starfish into the ocean.”
“I must ask, then, why are you throwing starfish into the ocean?” asked the somewhat startled wise man.
To this, the young man replied, “The sun is up and the tide is going
out. If I don’t throw them in, they’ll die.”

Upon hearing this, the wise man commented, “But, young man, do you not
realize that there are miles and miles of beach and there are starfish
all along every mile? You can’t possibly make a difference!”
At this, the young man bent down, picked up yet another starfish, and
threw it into the ocean. As it met the water, he said, “It made a difference to her”

In vogue!

A common man’s activities are generally guided with an aim to influence someone or the other…let’s picture ourselves being aloof in a deserted island (yeah, you guessed it right…one of my cast away fantasies). I wonder how many/much of us will be really concerned to just comb properly or dress up decently for that matter? Not me at least!

So some part of us is consciously or subconsciously engaged in impressing others (particularly to ’significant ones’), or what termed as ‘attention-seeking’ desire. This behavior is apparent right from the childhood: when a child upon falling, looks around for someone before deciding ‘to cry or not to cry’. This pattern seems something that is generic; and certainly no harm in that….unless the reasoning is flawed!

Verily, the law holds in the world of attires also. So at times I wonder that for a same set of standards (almost), why a person would prefer a ‘brand name’ at a higher stake than the ‘less known’ (given that one has both power and willingness to spend).

Fashion per se arises and keeps changing as a result of a hip-hop culture and now has less to do with the comfort-zone and needs. That’s why one goes nuts to scissoring his ‘at one-time favorite’ jeans, just to keep up with the trend thing. Movies or in general mass media plays a pivotal role in passing this baton. The cine icons know how to arrest the gaudy attentions of the audience primarily based on visual gratifications…and have patented the formula to ensure the bucks. But the naïve audience takes the bait and assumes the success mantra of becoming famous having to do with the way they dress up. Pretty simple and straight, only a moron will not take….if the supposed outcomes are met out! Alas they are now in this trap, where everybody from the performers, manufacturers, sellers and even observers seem to be benefited. Is he(or she) himself really benefited…well I have my doubts. So there has to be some substance in a norm to put on decent attire on job interviews, academic campus, weddings, family occasions and such ‘prestige matters’ thing. Otherwise ‘dress code’ would not be a concern for such sacrosanct institutes.

Changes are welcome and accepted for better, but not at the cost of one’s identity. So its good when we tend to become global by accepting things from all corners, top to bottom and left to right: but then why us only? Don’t we have good things to pursue from our roots, or for that matter upholding our traditions and culture? Is ‘goodness’ allowed to the extent that one has to face the altar? When Japanese can march with their culture intact and still succeed, why not others! So just for the sake of being flexible, a tree should not allow itself to be uprooted-true not to be stubborn lest to be truncated by a gale.

Lessons from Chemistry

Ever since I got introduced to the intriguing world of chemistry as a distinct branch of science, there has been a subtle shift in propensity towards the subject. At the outset, I treated it just one of those subjects we used to cram for securing good grades. Later I came to realize that there is much more than mere chemical formulas and equations from this stream in offering. Suddenly I found myself tying in some of the seemingly abstract theories to some kinda transcendental concepts. (Ya, ya…I go insane at times, no big deal) Having drawn these interpretations yore, I would like to divulge my findings. Though the concepts in themselves may sound esoteric to some of us (esp. non-sciences background), but I still would try to evince them in the simplest possible way.

Concept of threshold energy: It states that, for a chemical reaction to ‘go forwards’ the participating molecules need a certain minimum amount of activation energy, attaining which the reaction accomplishes even with the release of energy (in case of exothermic reactions.). In our day-to-day life too, we confront situations that demand minimum threshold (activation) energy. Once that barrier is overcome, the process in itself accompanies smoothly resulting in a concrete output. Generally it is the first step that is most difficult to take. Like if I plan to get up early in the morning, I may feel some resistance initially. But once I make a habit in itself, things are likely to fall in their right places.

Catalyst: These are certain substances that alter the rate of a reaction without taking actual participation in it. Our lives should also be manifested in such a way that we actively engage in discharging our duties, but without getting attached to the consequences. Liberating ourselves from brooding over the results and concentrating on the efforts, we can perform in a better way. Considering ourselves just as an agent to act than doer, we are less likely to be swayed by feelings of joys and sorrow and maintain our composure towards fulfilment of objective(s).

Anomalous behavior of water: It is sometimes awe-inspiring to observe how nature strikes a perfect harmony to sustain the entire ecosystem. The tilt of earth at a particular angle, intricate mechanism of human body, or for that matter the anomalous behavior of water bears a testimony to this. It is because of this only, aquatic life survives even in severe winters when the water body starts freezing, so that ice floats at top and unfreeze water at 4 degree centigrade tends to be at nadir kudos to its higher density!

Bonding: Ionic bond(complete transfer)> covalent bond(sharing)>coordination bond(partial sharing). Similar is the pattern observed in our life-long relationships. The unalloyed love and selfless service to humanity imbibe stronger bonding than relations based on mutual obligations. It is when we raise these relations beyond the web of expectations and appeasement, we achieve a state of ‘unconditional love’. Just like a mother nurtures her child accepting several sacrifices that come way, and we happen to witness one of the deepest bonding in the history of relationships.

Ground state: Electron that has a tendency to be in lowest energy state (stable), upon excitation does reach a higher state, but then this is an unstable state where from it can release energy to retreat the ground state. Here the allegory can be taken for our manas or atma, primitively orienting for peace and harmony. Though easily perturbed by worldly chores, they have a tendency of retiring to the pristine state. So its better to follow one’s intrinsic nature than imitating others. After all, each one of us here is for a distinct cause…. isn’t?

Duality of Matter: Matter exists both as wave and particle (known as wave-particle duality) and either of the state is incomplete to define the true behavior of matter. Similarly several aspects in this universe are based on broader perspective and a parochial view is not enough to pass a verdict on an issue. Finite can never measure the infinite. Hence we should be open and look for the other part of spectra as well and subsequently follow a path of integrated approach. Just like each finger of a hand has its significance, but only when they join together form a fist.

Too much of rambling over the subject, huh?…Of course there may be umpteen ways of further interpreting or otherwise also these empirical observations…..I leave it for you guys(if really interested) to decode beyond the atomic level!…its already late by my standards… now…after much of chemistry, time to quench some biological needs…. I log off…zzzzzzzzzzzzz

The most beautiful flower

The park bench was deserted as I sat down to read
Beneath the long, straggly branches of an old willow tree.
Disillusioned by life with good reason to frown,
For the world was intent on dragging me down.
And if that weren’t enough to ruin my day,
A young boy out of breath approached me, all tired from play.
He stood right before me with his head tilted down
And said with great excitement, “Look what I found!”

In his hand was a flower, and what a pitiful sight,
With its petals all worn – not enough rain, or too little light.
Wanting him to take his dead flower and go off to play,
I faked a small smile and then shifted away.
But instead of retreating he sat next to my side
And placed the flower to his nose
And declared with overacted surprise,
“It sure smells pretty and it’s beautiful, too.
That’s why I picked it; here, it’s for you.”

The weed before me was dying or dead.
Not vibrant of colors: orange, yellow or red.
But I knew I must take it, or he might never leave.
So I reached for the flower, and replied, “Just what I need.”

But instead of him placing the flower in my hand,
He held it mid-air without reason or plan.
It was then that I noticed for the very first time
That weed-toting boy could not see: he was blind.
I heard my voice quiver; tears shone in the sun
As I thanked him for picking the very best one.

You’re welcome,” he smiled, and then ran off to play,
Unaware of the impact he’d had on my day.
I sat there and wondered how he managed to see
A self-pitying woman beneath an old willow tree.
How did he know of my self-indulged plight?
Perhaps from his heart, he’d been blessed with true sight.

Through the eyes of a blind child, at last I could see
The problem was not with the world; the problem was me.
And for all of those times I myself had been blind,
I vowed to see the beauty in life,
And appreciate every second that’s mine.
And then I held that wilted flower up to my nose
And breathed in the fragrance of a beautiful rose
And smiled as I watched that young boy,
Another weed in his hand,
About to change the life of an unsuspecting old man.

—————————Cheryl L. Costello Forshey

Beyond fear….there is win!

This Sunday as our eyes met, it was all together a different story!! The two(not the eyes: later) being still thither-motionless and dead still. I, for a moment was flabbergasted by the metamorphosis. For this was in stark contrast to the happenings of the past!! The past…wherein they use to flutter haphazardly even at the very footsteps from an acoustical distance, was lo reposing ‘the pigeon pair’ at the zenith of my almirah shelf. Inquisitively I went probing for this shift in demeanor, and on close surveillance discovered to my surprise- that the two were no longer two!! Perching inside the nest created stealthily, they were now fostering their young ones. Smilingly, I deduced a lesson for myself: that fear can be overcome by pure love and deep sense of responsibility.

Of course, people may have certain personal fears: be it fear of death, fear of rejection, fear of cockroaches or for that matter even fear of fear(phobophobia). Now while to an extent it is justifiable and may be attributed to our past experiences, upbringing, personal traits,etc. but then the cocoon must break at some point of time. The point is how to actually ‘break the cocoon’.In Gita also, Lord Krishna puts the virtue of fearlessness as the first and foremost in the list of virtues that must be cultivated to attain the ‘highest order’. (See Gita, 16:1)

Pundits like Shiv Khera speak about fear as False Evidence Appearing Real. Often, it is our lack of action/conviction that aggravates the situation. Our fear is just like a parasite, the more you feed it, the more it grows and takes hold of you…but the moment you stop feeding it consciously, it starves and then fades in oblivion.Now certainly the challenge is how to overcome fear?

Well one trick(that i’ve hinted at the outset) is to develop love and sense of responsibility. Let’s say one has fear of public speaking. So the way out is certainly not to avoid but rather develop an urge or predilection for it. Love your content and most importantly love your audience. Once it occurs, there is no way to stop you from having a blast! Identify your fears, and the root-cause underlying. Once these are established, strive to get the better of those discrepancies with firm determination in mind, for fear is only as deep as mind allows. Most important is to convert your thoughts into action. Accept failures as they come across, learn from past mistakes and focus on efforts than results. Keep trying relentlessly, having faith in your capabilities and of course ‘The Almighty’. Be in touch of motivating people, inspiring literature and with the nature.(Nature has subtle charming ways of teaching some of the real life lessons, that I will expatiate sometime later!)

“The Lord is my helper, and I am not afraid of anything that mere man can do to me”(Hebrews, 13:6, Bible)

Expand yourself in manifold dimensions: be it physically, mentally and spiritually. No one is born with all the virtues but then, this is the beauty of life that we have real task at our hands. The sketch is there, but colours ought to be filled. So, follow your ‘inside music’ and let it unleash for a better cause. I’m myself trying for that. At times I succeed, many a times I fumble…but yes, I do keep trying!!
Remember, fear can be justified but it can give you no justice!!

Measure of Life

Horror gripped the heart of a World War-I soldier, as he saw his lifelong friend fall in battle. The soldier asked his Lieutenant if he could go out to bring his fallen comrade back. “You can go,” said the Lieutenant, “but I don’t think it will be worth it. Your friend is probably dead and you may throw your life away.”

The Lieutenant’s words didn’t matter, and the soldier went anyway. Miraculously, he managed to reach his friend, hoisted him onto his shoulder and brought him back to their company’s trench. The officer checked the wounded soldier, and then looked kindly at his friend.

“I told you it wouldn’t be worth it,” he said. “Your friend is dead and you are mortally wounded.” “It was worth it, Sir,” said the soldier.

“What do you mean by worth it?” responded the Lieutenant. “Your friend is dead.”

“Yes Sir,” the soldier answered, ” but it was worth it because when I got to him, he was still alive and I had the satisfaction of hearing him say….”Jim…I knew you’d come.”

Many a time in our lives, whether a thing is worth doing or not really depends on how you look at it.

Take up all your courage and do something your heart tells you to do so that you may not regret not doing it later in your life……..

“” Life is not measured by the number of breaths we take,

but by the moments that take our breath away… “”

Boys will be boys….

Wait, wait…hold on a sec. Well, the topic at first instance may give a wrong notion that I’m a typical male chauvinist, but please don’t adjudicate me that way. I do hold great respect for the ‘Eve’ community(ask those who personally know me), but in this era of Magna Charta, when women freedom and equality slogans are already on song…let me talk about this somewhat neglected ‘boys zone’… in fact, I would find it rather easy and compelling to talk about a subject that I have a better understanding of (you know it is conceived that even the creator finds it arduous to decipher the true nature of girls). So, Boys excited?? Girls interested??…anyways here we go!

Ok, what’s so special about the boys? Boys are…..ummm…..tarry! No, not this way.

Well…well…now this typical boy thing is cropping up with me . I don’t know where to start from and what to start with…but I’m certainly not oblivious of my targets. Ok agreed, we (read: the boys) procrastinate a lot…but that’s simply because there are so many things in life for us to work upon (girls being just one of them).Ya, ya…we are hell lot messy, we may borrow things and forget to return, but blame it on our way of taking relationships(animate & inanimate) based on a ‘personal informal’ touch. Specialists at passing one liners, we are capable of envisaging some of the craziest fantasies, go frenzy and yet seem cool & composed. Of course we have our virtues, and very often nicknamed by our astute peers vis-a vis one of those ‘virtues’ (though we still find it pleasing to be called by our certified names). Yup, boys take a hell lot of risks…but then somebody aptly said: No risk! No gain!!

We may not be frequently visiting to temples, but then know to ‘be good and do good’. We do owe a sense of responsibility to our duties, although may have our maverick ways of executing it. Lectures and theories can be boring to us unless there is some practical aspect to draw for ourselves. We are certainly not disturbed when someone just barges into our room or make a phone call at odd hours; on the contrary we welcome a break. We can go to some (a lot) extent in helping others with issues that may be of slightest concern for us. We do take hardly five minutes to bath and a few more to dress up, but that doesn’t mean that we are insouciant to our looks. It’s just a matter of efficiency thing . Talking less should not necessarily mean that we are deprived of ideas…just don’t feel like sharing every nitty- gritty of our daily chores. Also, who is interested about Mr. X wearing a white T-shirt today and a yellow one few days before? That it being an established code ‘Boys don’t cry’ , so we have to keep up with the expectations….otherwise also this lachrymal phenomena somehow doesn’t happen to work in our case(no matter how severely a typical senti soap opera may try).

Well if I keep on adding, I might end up in besmirching the boys’ reputation of being terse. Again dear ladies, don’t feel offended(phew: boys are humble), after all you stand shoulder to shoulder with us(though the heights may slightly vary ) To end this debate temporarily, I would say that ‘the world is complete only when both co-exist’. So with due respect to the ‘ardhnarishwar’ concept, boys you really rock!!

Just a feeling…

Feelings….are just like the waves of an ocean, which otherwise tranquil and unperturbed, welter now and then to tickle the sub consciousness. Well, it’s but natural and indeed apt to express your true feelings now and then, for what good are we than a hard rock sans feelings and emotions. (Even a dog wags its tail to express a variety of feelings it can feel surging inside). But then one should be able to control and decide as when to hold them and when to let it go. Now do I sound contentious? Ok, let me take an example per se to make it clear; say suppose you happen to come across this ‘I know it all’ attitude guy in one of your brief encounters. Now being shrouded by his esteemed colleagues, you may just find it okay to restrain and nod impassively to his utterances and not really challenge his dignity for the spur of moment. But now this ‘I know it all’ guy happens to knock frequently into your daily life and continue to blow his own trumpet. Now at this point, you may interrupt and say that look Mr. Omniscient, may be you’ve got a point or two to prove your word(th)iness, but then I also carry an opinion of my own – which surprisingly does not match with yours.So as you see there is no harm in unleashing your feelings as long they create a positive vibe or something like that…but when it comes to tricky conditions like the one I mentioned it before, better to hold it, give up or wait for an opportunity as the situation may demand. Now this is not as simple as I do by putting it into words, but then you only have to take your ‘judgment call’.

Same holds true in the world of relationships. After attaining a level of symphony/resonance you need not to explicate your feelings by corporeal means; sometimes it’s just the silence that may speak volumes of your feelings. So may be in the first few years of a marriage, they suggest you to fetch roses, ring occasionally and say I’m OK and all that ‘attention paying’ stuff, but once it(the relationship) attains you know ‘that’ level, its just the eyes that do more of talking.

After all, what great is being a moth immolated to ashes just for a rush of blood? But then it does make a huge lot difference when a patriot like Bhagat Singh goes on to the extent of happily kissing his deathbed for the sake of nation. Of course, what I’ve done here is only expressed my feelings, but then what I seek is a difference….at least in myself!!

A Story to Make Us Think

Two men, both seriously ill, occupied the same hospital room. One man was allowed to sit up in his bed for an hour each afternoon to help drain the fluid from his lungs. His bed was next to the room’s only window. The other man had to spend all his time flat on his back. The men talked for hours on end.

They spoke of their wives and families, their homes, their jobs, their involvement in the military service, where they had been on vacation. And every afternoon when the man in the bed by the window could sit up, he would pass the time by describing to his roommate all the things he could see outside the window.

The man in the other bed began to live for those one-hour periods when his world would be broadened and enlivened by all the activity and color of the world outside.

The window overlooked a park with a lovely lake. Ducks and swans played on the water while children sailed their model boats. Young lovers walked arm in arm amidst flowers of every color of the rainbow. Grand old trees graced the landscape, and a fine view of the city skyline could be seen in the distance.

As the man by the window described all this exquisite detail, the man on the other side of the room would close his eyes and imagine the picturesque scene. One warm afternoon the man by the window described a parade passing by. Although the other man couldn’t hear the band, he could see it in his mind’s eye as the gentleman by the window portrayed it with descriptive words.

Then, unexpectedly, a sinister thought entered his mind. Why should the other man alone experience all the pleasures of seeing everything while he himself never got to see anything?

It didn’t seem fair.

At first thought the man felt ashamed. But as the days passed and he missed seeing more sights, his envy eroded into resentment and soon turned him sour. He began to brood and he found himself unable to sleep. He should be by that window–that thought, and only that thought, now controlled his life.Late one night as he lay staring at the ceiling, the man by the window began to cough.He was choking on the fluid in his lungs. The other man watched in the dimly lit room as the struggling man by the window groped for the button to call for help. Listening from across the room he never moved, never pushed his own button which would have brought the nurse running in. In less than five minutes, the coughing and choking stopped, and along with that, the sound of breathing. Now there was only silence–deathly silence.The following morning the day nurse arrived to bring water for their baths.When she found the lifeless body of the man by the window, she was saddened and called the hospital attendants to take it away. As soon as it seemed appropriate, the other man asked if he could be moved next to the window.The nurse was happy to make the switch, and after making sure he was comfortable, she left him alone. Slowly, painfully, he propped himself up on one elbow to take his first look at the world outside. Finally, he would have the joy of seeing it all himself. He strained to slowly turn to look out the window beside the bed. It faced a blank wall. The man asked the nurse what could have compelled his deceased roommate who had described such wonderful things outside this window. The nurse responded that the man was blind and could not even see the wall. She said, Perhaps he just wanted to encourage you.

You can interpret the story in any way you like. But one moral stands out:There is tremendous happiness in making others happy, despite our own situations.Shared grief is half the sorrow, but happiness when shared, is doubled. If you want to feel rich, just count all of the things you have that money can’t buy.Today is a gift, that’s why it’s called the present.

Laughter is the best medicine :)

When a child is born, he(read: or she) cries, and after saying adieus amigos to this green planet at the end of life, it is the world that cries after him/her. But in between there are intervals (in case he stays long enough to live as a normal human being), when he laughs, celebrates and makes the world also laugh with him. Laughter and humor are part and parcel of a good living and without it; life would be too boring to bear. It comes to us so naturally that perhaps it is the simplest facial expression that takes only 7 muscles as compared to 43 when you frown.

A sense of humor is what holds things together when everything is falling apart. It is the easiest way to get rid of tricky situations in life. You can even use it as a tool to break the ice between people by saying something humorous to a person so that they are not hurt. Humor adds a whole new dimension to your working environment as it creates laughter which helps in breaking the monotony of work, especially if the work is getting to be repetitive and boring. While discussing a serious or problematic issue, a little humor can also help one approach the problem in a fresh manner and sometimes even ease creativity.

Humor is a great tool for team building. People who laugh together create a rapport that makes working together easy. Humor usually facilitates better communication because it can help break the ice and create a sense of camaraderie. A person becomes more approachable if he can laugh with the others.

How then, do we create humor? Well, humor and logic are never separate from one another. In fact one has to be logically illogical or illogically logical to create humorous situation. Humor is a sudden fall of logic in some cases, or if there is something fallacious in logic. Try to laugh with the people and not at the people.

Generally, best kind of humor is self-directed, which means when you make yourself the centre of attack. One should also try to look at difficult situations in a lighter way; this helps one to think better and reduces stress. Always remember not to make situations too complicated, since while humor is good, foolishness is not. Everyone must know when to stop and always be wary of the circumstances, environment and people around you.For instance, take note not to crack a joke when you are at funeral.

So try to encourage laughter, sharing of jokes and a general light-hearted attitude at work. The benefits are many; laughter makes one more productive, encourages creativity, reduces anxiety and most importantly creates a positive attitude at the workplace.

“A person without a sense of humor is like a wagon without springs. It’s jolted by every pebble on the road” (Anonymous).