Saturday, January 28, 2012

Expectations Vs Reality


"What happens, happens for the best" said all the wise men/women. Optimism at its best. So when life doesn't meet your expectations, you change the scale and call it delight? Who are we faking to? You don’t get a 100%, you are not into "MII". That’s it. And your life will be very different from those who did get.

Now, if we ponder on the reasons of not meeting our own expectations, we can have a long list… may be we were not realistic, may be our caliber was not up to it, may be we didn’t try hard enough. Same goes for other aspects of our lives when we feel let down, disappointed… The gap between our expectations and what the ground reality is makes for the end-of-the-world feeling. The larger the gap, the more intense the feeling of hurt. It is obvious then we should either accept the reality as it is or try harder to meet the expectations. But many a times, we don’t do either… I was wondering why?

When we build our hopes on illusions, wishful thinking and start living a lucid dream when the difference between the dream and reality becomes a blur. We start expecting results which are obviously unachievable by the very nature of the characters in that dream, after all they are a figment of our imagination, the way we see them. And the clashes begin. You wake up then… but soon enough you go back to sleep coz that world is so much better… and then you are jolted back again…

Personalities, studied in depth by stalwarts like Freud, are shaped by experience with the world, moral values passed on and the inherent needs of the person. And for every person, these three parameters have unique and permanent values because each one of us have different experiences with the world, our morals may be different too and our inherent needs of hunger, thirst, rest, etc are unique to us too. And once shaped, personalities hardly change. So, it is important to realize and accept the way people are and not the way we want them to be, to realize the way you are and not what you are expected to be. Then you take it or leave it… the world doesn’t end.

Yes, all of us encounter such clashes of The Expectations Vs The Real, reason being, at first sight you don’t know how big the gap is… and by the time you see it clearly, you are drained out trying to bridge the gap. Two people are like fingerprints… unique. So obviously there will be differences that give them the meaning of their existence but the question is to decide on the +-% of deviation you are willing to accommodate. And if two people are like the North pole and the South pole, they'll always be facing the opposite direction. The other person here can be a real person or the goals we wish to achieve.

So, to have a peaceful, fulfilling life, one needs to be very vigilant in surrounding oneself with people and goals which fall into that +-% flexibility… in all spheres, be it work or personal. Recruitment process also stresses on this particular alignment of personality and expectations and my HR friends would more than agree with the fruitfulness of it. I don't believe in pseudo optimism or consolations, but only if we could look at Life with such objectivity, manage our expectations and surroundings, there won't be a word in our dictionaries: Disappointment.

Sunday, March 6, 2011

The Ghost That Drives you to Chettinad

1st day at the Great Lakes Institute of Management, Chennai; a new place, new people and this far off campus which is strictly not in Chennai. And bang! We were trouped in groups of Blue, Green, Red and made to participate in the Outbound/ in Campus training… which included rock climbing, hurdle race, weird dances, etc. It was definitely fun but not so much fun for one of our friend, Dang who became the first host to the ghost of the ligament tear and thus the Saga of the Ghost and the Glads began… The next in line was Gayatri, Abhay, Gaurav, Divyangana and I apologize if am missing out on anybody as the Chettinad Club is Big, so please feel included if u have been there :). Sometimes it was a funny fall or an Xtreme dance or a hyper baddy shot or a tight highway spot. It was always one after the other… as if the wheel chair couldn't bear to be left without an "owner", and the ghost hopped from one to the other. We started to believe MBA in Great Lakes is not complete without the MUST visit to the Chettinad, an Xray followed by some sort of plaster/crepe bandage... and I jinxed myself just a couple of days back. Initially I hardly suspected any pattern in this but after a series of consecutive "injured" pals in the campus, folk lore started(well I am starting now :P) that there is a ghost that catches a host. And I angered the Spirit by resolving to write a piece on this and Voila! The very same night I mysteriously twist the little finger on my right hand and go crazy with excruciating pain. I straightened my finger right away and popped a painkiller. And thus, I entered the Club, Xrayed, diagnosed with fracture and now sorta plastered…rather just reduced mobility with a bandage. Now this piece is rather personalized and I can write from first "hand" experience(pun intended) that it really pains(and obviously more so in bigger injuries) and my salute goes to all those brave souls who attended classes, did assignments, practically lived the hectic life out here, watched fellow Glads playing(Baddy/ FoosB, in my case), dancing, and yet holding themselves back to get better first. And sure does feel a part of family when everybody you know comes over and is concerned and wishes you to get better, when friends watch out in times of need, it sure feels a splendid bonhomie…And I guess these not-so-pleasant injuries also leave us some weird funny memories over and above all the unforgettable time we spent here that would remind us of the Amazing 1 year we All had. Cheerz to Us Gladiators!

Wednesday, December 22, 2010

The Road to Righteousness


The road looks rough,

I haven't got a ride either,

The sun is scorching hot,

There's not a tree, nor a river.


Highway robbers roam on the sly,

My shoes are wearing out,

My throat is parched,

Nobody's around that for help I can shout.


I am on my own,

With a knapsack of values,

A bottle of trust and faith,

A box of confidence and hope.


Now and then I come along,

Travelers like me, smiling in the sweat…

A content serenity running through,

Having lived a life of integrity and self-respect.


There is sweetness in the strain,

A burning flame in the rain,

Enjoying the freedom of soul...

I am walking the road to Righteousness...



© Manashi Pathak

Tuesday, October 19, 2010

Some Coffee and Tom&Jerry

Life seems mundane, and we bitch about it
Schedules go insane and we crib about it,
We plan and the plans blow up
As we chart out future, present shows up.

If every waking moment
We add something to our lives
Smile through the torment
Sprinkle some spice...

If only we embrace the sunshine,
And sip some coffee when it rains...
If only we laugh till it hurts
And watch Tom&Jerry when it pains...

Hold onto Hope and fasten the Faithbelts,
Let's ride along the sine curve of life...
Scream out crazy and loud with all your friends..
Let your eyes be shining, may you feel Alive...

© Manashi Pathak

The Whimsical One


The whims of the heart

Are so hard to understand…

It goes numb in a carnival,

And flutters up in the desert sand.

It longs to belong

Surrender without fear

Yet it steps back alert, on guard

Doesn’t allow anyone near…

It is so strong, yet so vulnerable

It keeps goin on, even when shattered a million times

It embraces life as it comes, yet it lives in a fable

It gathers itself & stands up, even when dropped a million miles…

The whims of the heart

Is so hard to understand…

It goes numb in a carnival,

And flutters up in the desert sand.

The glitz don’t impress it,

The jeweled words don’t count…

A single look of understanding is all it needs

To lift it up to skies and beyond…



© Manashi Pathak

Thursday, July 22, 2010

Cost of Love


I've written songs
To dream where we belong
To see a day when we come together
I hope it doesnt take too long...

Stuck in the spider web
Of aspirations strong...
Glued to places away...
Mundane life takes us along...

When will the day be
When we break free...
Of shackles that bind us down
to this lonely town...

The helplessness is excruciating...
The failed attempts and broken dreams
Why can't we shape our destiny
to find true happiness and sanity


I pray for patience
I pray for strength
To wait till the moment comes
Of the balanced equations and perfect sums

I question every day that passes
Is it just a dream from which one wakes up?
Never was I so lost ...
I guess Love does have a cost...

© Manashi Pathak


Monday, May 3, 2010

Inviting Horizons















I am born for the Sea
Not to stand and stare,
But to go into the deep...

The lilting gleam of the moon
makes me go weak in the knees,
Inflicts me with a swoon...

Limitlessness draws me in...
The constant rise and fall rejuvenates...
Like the waves, Life sweeps you in...

As I rush into the sea
And the waves come and receed...
I try hard to stand firm as the sand give way under my feet...

When the crushing waves challenge me on...
Inviting me to gel on with them
Rise with them and swim towards the horizon...

I feel a glee that of a child...
Coming to the beach the very first time...
And I will always feel this alive and keep on this smile!

© Manashi Pathak