A creative man is motivated by the desire to achieve, not by the desire to beat others.
We can evade reality, but we cannot evade the consequences of evading reality.
Wealth is the product of man’s capacity to think.
Learn to value yourself, which means: to fight for your happiness.
If you don’t know, the thing to do is not to get scared, but to learn.
Throughout the centuries there were men who took first steps down new roads armed with nothing but their own vision.
Every man is free to rise as far as he’s able or willing, but the degree to which he thinks determines the degree to which he’ll rise.
Do not let your fire go out. Do not let the hero in your soul perish, in the lonely frustration for the life you deserved, but have never been able to reach. Check your riad and the nature of your battle. The world you desired can be won. It exists, it is real, it is possible, it is yours.
started my life with a single absolute: that the world was mine to shape in the
image of my highest values and never to be given up to a lesser standard, no
matter how long or hard the struggle.
People create their own questions because they are afraid to look straight. All you have to do is look straight and see the road, and when you see it, don’t sit looking at it – walk.
Ayn Rand born as Alisa Zinovyevna Rosenbaum on February 2 1905 and died on March 6 1982, was a Russian-American writer and philosopher. She is known for her two best-selling novels, The Fountainhead and Atlas Shrugged, and for developing a philosophical system she named Objectivism. Educated in Russia, she moved to the United States in 1926. She had a play produced on Broadway in 1935 and 1936. After two early novels that were initially unsuccessful, she achieved fame with her 1943 novel, The Fountainhead. In 1957, Rand published her best-known work, the novel Atlas Shrugged. Afterward, she turned to non-fiction to promote her philosophy, publishing her own periodicals and releasing several collections of essays until her death in 1982.
I was driving through the western express highway for my office at the Bandra Kurla complex. It was morning rush hour but I found the traffic was less today. I did not have breakfast. And the reason being I again had a fight with my wife Anjali. This has become a sort of routine now i.e. having fights and missing breakfast. We would fight for any stupid reason and then she would bicker on my family and my salary. My blood boils when I hear those nasty comments. I believe Anjali understood that perfectly as she used it as her weapon to degrade me and make me feel miserable.
got married a year ago. It was an arranged marriage in the sense that our
families got in touch through a marriage platform. We liked each other’s
picture along with the short resume and decided to take it to the next level.
The phone conversations were short initially but once the ice was broken, we
started talking really long. We would just talk and talk…the talks would never
end. I am twenty-eight and never had a girlfriend. It used to annoy me a lot
when I saw young boys and girls always talking over the phone all the time. I
thought…hell, what they must be talking all the time every day! But now I realize
that when you are in love, talking to your partner is all that it matters. When
in love, you become silly and stupid! And stupid we were as we got married in
the very next month!
realized that I have touched the Bandra signal. In the next ten minutes, I’ll
be at my desk doing the mundane work that I do daily working with the same
people with the same fake smiles and same artificial talks. Can’t we make life a
little more interesting?
Life interesting? No way! I just married into a week and I realized the grave
mistake I committed! My life turned topsy-turvy. Before marriage, I stayed
alone as a bachelor in Mumbai following a certain way of habitat. Anjali stayed
with her family and could not digest my way of living! From waste bin to water
filter to the shoe rack, everything to Anjali was out-dated. I was told bluntly
on my face that I was not maintaining personal hygiene properly. And then the
family also came into the picture. Anjali would be giving a running commentary
to her mother as to what was happening in our house. Commenting on the small
packet of Bournvita, condition of the gas stove window curtains and so on.
Nothing was left un-discussed including even our bedroom endeavors. And for each
update provided by Anjali to her mother, the mother would provide some weird
advice or suggestion which would further make my life complicated.
all started with my way of living and the substandard things that I was using.
Then it spilled over to my family. Anjali’s mother had a specific grouse that
my mother did not give them good quality saris or designer ornaments matching
the beauty of their beloved daughter. I chose not to revert as it will only
aggravate the nastiness of her barbs. This all started within three months of
our marriage and got worse. But sometimes I too would react aggressively and it
only worsened the situation. But one thing, there was no physical violence from
parked my car in the basement parking area of my office and proceeded towards
the lift bay. While waiting for the lift, I remembered our honeymoon trip which
was a complete disaster. I always wished an exotic locale for my honeymoon and as
a result, I chose the destination as Singapore. This was the only foreign
exotic locale that I could afford in terms of flight tickets and a week’s boarding
and lodging. Luckily, I got a loan from the bank for the same. I worked out the expenses and was satisfied
that everything fell under my budget. But I was a fool. I included only flight,
boarding and lodging charges. Any experienced married man would tell you that I
missed out on an important expense head: WIFE’s SHOPPING!!
On the trip, we had massive fights all through our stay. It was mainly to do with dominance over one another. The fights were mainly on what to eat, what dress she would wear, how many times she would call home to give running commentary on how we were ‘enjoying’ and lastly with regards to her shopping. She wanted to buy things for everyone – for her parents, brother, two cousin sisters, her maternal aunt and uncle, her other maternal bachelor uncle and for the rest of her clan. There was no mention of anything to be bought for my parents though! I was so disgusted with our constant bickering that while on the return flight, I removed the wedding ring from my ring finger and put it in my pocket. I thought of sending Anjali to her parent’s house directly from the airport.
floor’ I heard someone calling out. Yes, my office was on the 13tth
floor. The lift door opened and I stepped out. I was so engrossed in my
thoughts that I did not notice Neha, who was my subordinate. We exchanged a smile
and pleasantries and proceeded towards our respective areas. I liked Neha. She
was always smartly dressed in her business suits. On top of it, she always had
a charming smile on her face throughout the day. As I settled at my desk, I
checked on my emails. There was one mail from my best friend Kaushik who was from
my home town. It read ‘Happy First Marriage Anniversary!’
How can I forget the date?
sat for a while and got nostalgic for no reason. We were fighting continuously for
the last one week. I opened my drawer and pulled out our wedding card. I had
distributed my wedding card in the office last year and this was the only one
left which I had kept with all care in my personal folder. The cover of the
card read’ Aditya weds Anjali’…well, a year has passed! How time flies! I reached
out for the phone to call up Anjali but considering what all happened in the
morning made me paused for a minute. I somehow did not feel comfortable calling
her. Throughout the day I was in this
melancholy mood which somehow generated a miserable feeling in me along with some
amount of contempt. Throughout the day I
thought of giving her a call but something inside me stopped me doing so.
wound up early that day knowing that Anjali normally reaches home by seven in
the evening. She too was working for a private financial company. On my way
home I stopped at the Flower’s shop and handpicked some flowers. She loved
flowers especially the white coloured lily flowers. I then stopped at the
bakery house and packed a half kg Belgium chocolate cake with cream topping
that read’ Happy First Marriage Anniversary’. From the same shop, I also picked
up a peach coloured bone china mug which had an imprint ‘Together Always’. I
was feeling very romantic. This feeling ran through me after a long time!
Reaching home I parked the car in the building compound and collected all the
special items that I had bought for the occasion. With slow steps, I started
moving towards the building lobby. I don’t know why but suddenly I was having a
sinking feeling in my heart as to how Anjali would react? What if she was still
angry and if she shows no warmth, then? ‘You
will not react. That’s it.’ I heard a voice inside me. The lift arrived by then
and I entered it.
I put the keys inside the door lock and opened it. The lights were not on. Oh, she has not returned till now. It was almost eight p.m. I switched on the lights and kept the things that I bought on the dining table. There was a yellow post-it pasted on the flower vase. It read’ I am going to my mom’s place and would be staying there. Dinner is kept in the fridge, warm it. I have made a special Rajma curry, your favourite as the date is 16th Sep’. I was stunned and my mouth went dry. Not sure of what to do, I sank on the sofa. I felt as if there was no energy left in my body. I lay on the sofa blank and motionless for almost half an hour. There was anger and remorse inside me. I realized that it’s difficult to read a girl’s mind. Despite our fights, she remembered our anniversary day and made a special dish for me. At the same time, she also had the ego to have not informed me of her decision to leave for her mother’s house. Or maybe it was her self-respect that made her to take this decision as I did not wish her on our anniversary day. I was not sure what it was but I had not imagined that she would be taking such a step.
freshening up, I decided to call her. She did not take the call. Feeling dejected,
I decided I will not call her up again…at least not today. I lay down in the
living room couch with lights at a dim level; I was battling all sorts of
thoughts in my mind. Did I not take care of her? Did I not treat her well? Did
I take her for granted? Agree, we were having daily fights but was it all my
fault? Deep inside, I felt very lonely and felt pain too heavy for my heart to
bear. But something was preventing me to call her again. Was it my ego, alter
ego, anger, feeling of let-down…I could not make it.
did not go to the office the next day and neither did Anjali called. In the
afternoon her mother called up and said she was very upset about my behaviour
and she would like to stay at her place for some days. I did not say anything
and just hung the phone. In the afternoon as I lay on the bed, I was thinking
about Anjali. I was missing her. All the fights and the bickering, her
sarcastic comments about my salary seems too trivial to me now. Why did I react
to all those nonsense? I asked myself in dismay. I got up from the bed and went
to the dining table picking up a bar of dark chocolate I had bought yesterday.
Looking outside the living room window, I finished the whole bar. It was a somewhat
cloudy sky with a strong westerly breeze blowing across. It might rain if the
breeze stops, I thought. Exactly at that moment, I decided to meet Anjali! I
decided to go to her house without informing her over the phone.
was out on the road. I was charged up again as I was yesterday evening while
buying all those Anniversary gifts. I had worn my best blue jeans with a maroon
and black check shirt on top. I wanted her back today. I wanted my Anjali back
in our house.
maid opened the door and gave a shout to Anjali’s mother. Her mother came to
the living room area and was slightly surprised to see me. I thought the way I
responded to her last evening on the phone she was not expecting me so soon.
Anyways, after making me comfortable and completing other formalities she
conveyed that Anjali was not at home. Her cousins have come from the US and she
had gone with them to a nearby shopping mall. I did not know how to react to
that. Also, I noticed a sly smile on her face. I might have interpreted it
wrong but I decided to leave the place immediately. I left the place without
having any further discussion on what happened between me and Anjali.
did not receive any call or message from Anjali post my visit to her house. I too
did not call her again. The days turned into a full week. A full week when we
did not speak with each other. I tried to immerse myself in my office work
working till late at night. I suppose it was the best remedy for me at that
time. Weeks passed by and it was almost two months now. Somewhere I was getting
the feeling that something fishy might be cooking at Anjali’s house. I knew her
parents, especially her mother, were not very supportive of our marriage initially.
Only after interacting with me on a few occasions did they started liking me. But
that was how I comprehended the relation. What was in their mind only they
would know better?
the third month of our separation, the realization was dawning on me that I
have moved out of Anjali’s life now. There were days when I would try to
convince myself to at least speak with her on phone but my hurt ego and bruised
self-respect prevented me to do so. And this frustration started to build more
anger within me.
The date today was 12th February, Anjali’s birthday. I went to the office trying to ignore the importance of the day but at the same time continuously prodding myself to make that last one call. But the phone call never happened. As evening approached, I decided to wind up early. My mind was not into work today. Physically I was present in the office but mentally I was not. I once again checked my email and messages on all media platforms in case Anjali had tried to reach me but there was no mail or message. I pulled the bag on my shoulder with my car keys in hand proceeded towards the exit of the office premises.
was lost sitting at the steering as I did not know where to go. Going straight
home was not an option right now. I called a close friend of mine to have some
beer together but he apologized citing work issues. As I drove past the Bandra
Kurla complex’s main signal which connects to the western express highway, I
decided to visit the restaurant ‘The Grill’. This was the same restaurant cum bar
where we had celebrated Anjali’s first birthday post marriage last year. I
still have fresh memories of that day! Anjali had worn a beautiful red coloured
dress when we had gone to ‘The Grill’ where we had dinner together.
I parked the car and entered the cafe. There was a couple sitting in the cafe when I walked in. As the light was low, I didn’t know who they were until the woman turned around, and I saw it was my wife. Yes, it was HER! My Anjali! In the same red dress that she had worn last year this day. And then my eyes fell on the guy sitting with her. I felt a lump got stuck in my throat. My voice got choked, it was not coming out. The reality hit me very hard. So I have lost my Anjali. I felt the same embarrassment as a man would feel when made to stand on a pedestal and pronounced a thief. But why was I to feel embarrassed? She was still my wife… Forget about the embarrassment, the pain of seeing her with someone else was much more to bear. I looked at Anjali again. She was beautiful as ever and especially in this red dress. As I gazed through her eyes, I could see a glint of affection mixed with a shadow of hurt. She was not surprised to see me there. In fact, I just felt that she was expecting me to be there. I don’t know what but suddenly it woke me up from my momentary grief and sense of loss and without saying anything, I just turned around to leave the place.
“Aditya!” I heard Anjali’s voice when my back was
I turned again facing her.
“At least say Happy Birthday” Anjali spoke in a
“Aahh..mmm” I heard me muttering something before
she spoke again.
“I am your wife and I still…” she did not complete the sentence. Still perplexed, I was about to open my mouth but was hindered by the gentleman who was with Anjali. He, who looked younger to Anjali and shorter in height too, now got up and walked towards me with an extended hand.
“Hi…I am Rishab. Anjali and I were together in
our CA articleship and had been friends since then. Though we lost touch post
our articleship, it was only recently that we meet again. Actually, we hit two
weeks back accidentally at a shopping mall. Today, she insisted that we visit
this place.” he continued for some more time but I was not interested now. I
interrupted and straightway shot at Anjali;
“Why you did not call me all this while?” I said
in a loud and clear voice.
“And why you did not call?” she still spoke softly.
“I had called your home. I even visited your home
for that matter.”
“Was that enough? Your ego did not allow you to
go further than that. You never loved me Aditya…” now even her voice was loud
“You are too self-centered. You don’t care about
others. You never thought it appropriate to meet me and understand what was
bothering me. I felt so lonely all this while…” now her voice started quivering
and it appeared that she would break down. Before she could continue any
further I extended my arms and pulled her close to me. “I always loved you Anjali and only you…you
know that. But you hurt me time and again with your comments and behaviour…” I
spoke gently getting emotional.
Tears started flowing down as she gently sobbed
with her face tightly clamped to my chest. I had never felt such warmth before.
A song was playing in the
background “Lady in red…” by Chris de burgh. Ah! This same song was played last
year too upon my request for my lady in RED!
If you accept the things the way they are- your health, job, life, freedom, relationships, partners…it simply implies that you have CHOSEN these yourself. So, be happy! If not, then CHANGE it! Why just complain?
We are in the habit of cribbing and complaining all the time! Rather, our time and energy should be utilized in finding means and ways to make our Life better.
Remember, only the Weak complains all the time for all their inabilities…the Strong ones just works on the solutions!
Don’t let the circumstances around you drive your thoughts and actions. Let your thoughts and actions drive (create) the circumstances.
The people who get on in life are the people who get up and look for the circumstances they want and if they can’t find, they make them!
Doing Your Thing
Many times the Fear of what people will Say or Think stops us from doing or creating many Wonderful things. If you believe in your thought and have Confidence in yourself…then just do it!
Always remember, people will create doubt and fear in your mind for anything and everything that you intend to do which is not routine. If you have the Conviction then just go ahead and do it!.
Stamina is very important both in sports and in
life. When life repeatedly knocks you with its punches, your stamina will help
you to sustain the pain and continue your fight. And at the right time, you hit
back with a mighty punch, topping it with another one and win with a knockout!
Just remember, perseverance is your stamina in life. Ensure you have it in abundance!
They say SILENCE speaks a thousand words. True. When there is trust, even your silence is understood. And when there is no trust, every single word you speak is misunderstood.
Building and creating Trust in others is very important in life!
Simple Actions > Big Changes
nothing is working for you- either at home or at work,
see no hope from anywhere,
mind feels so heavy with despair,
these three lines in your heart;
Only I can change my
I have to change my
I’ll change my life.
these lines again and again.
Take the simplest of the actions to make one simple change. Keep taking these small actions and you will see over a period of time Your Life has Changed!
The following are the life facts that I realized very late in my life and wish I could have known them earlier in my life:-
Never stop learning:- Once you have completed your formal education and got into your first job, most of us say goodbye to education. This is not correct. The education should continue side by side till your last day of life! Keep updating yourself. Learn something new always.
Be more Granular:- Avoid superficiality. Get into the specifics and into more details. This implies every aspect of your life, especially to your work/expertise. Remember, the more knowledgeable you are the more valuable you become to others. Your objective should be to achieve the ultimate mastery in your craft!
Keep the time frame of your life in mind:- We have limited time in our life but we all live as if we would be living till eternity! So, ensure you achieve your goals in a proper time frame. If you are not happy in your life then find out the reasons and fix the problem then and there. Don’t just wait that a miracle would happen some fine day and then you will achieve happiness. Time is precious so use it wisely! Also, learn not to regret. What has gone , let it go! You will have another day, another opportunity and another partner! Why sulk then?
Nurture your relationships:- This is very important. Often when young we give a damn to this. But we need people all the time – both in our personal lives and in our professional life. And every relationship needs time and effort. Be genuine when dealing with others. People understand what is fake and what is REAL. Also, be careful about your reputation especially if you want to climb the corporate ladder at a faster pace. Keep in mind- your reputation reaches faster than you!
Taking care of your Parents in real sense:- They have less time. Do whatever you ever wanted to do for them. Do it now. Don’t wait for a suitable time. They will seldom ask for what they want. You have to understand them and provide it to them.
Be mindful of what and how you speak:- Words are very powerful- both spoken and written. Ensure you use them wisely while interacting with others. At least be mindful that you don’t hurt people knowingly or intentionally. You don’t have to be diplomatic all the time but when criticizing some one , take care that your criticism is in the right spirit and not an insult or abuse to the other person.
Everybody is a genius. But if you judge a fish by
its ability to climb a tree, it will live its whole life believing that it is
Life is like riding a bicycle. To keep your
balance you must keep moving.
There are two ways to live Life: you can live as if nothing is a miracle; you can live as if everything is a miracle.
Great spirits have always encountered violent
opposition from mediocre minds. The mediocre mind is incapable of understanding
the man who refuses to bow blindly to conventional prejudices and chooses
instead to express his opinions courageously and honestly.
The monotony and solitude of a quiet life
stimulates the creative mind.
In the middle of difficulty lies opportunity.
Great spirits have always encountered violent
opposition from mediocre minds.
Imagination is more important than knowledge.
If you want to
live a happy life, tie it to a goal, not to objects or people.
You never fail
until you stop trying.
Never give up on what you really want to do. The person with big dreams is more powerful than one with all the facts.
There comes a point in your life when you need to stop reading other people’s book and write your own.