Karmaniye vadika something..

It’s a famous Sanskrit poem which says that one should do the task with his best efforts but not expect to reap the seeds thereof.

My CA results are due tomorrow and people are so worried about them. As if they had a say in what subjects they could flunk.. Actually they had, just not now.

People think too much about the ends even though they know very well that they are not meant to. Everyone educated up to a certain level has had a formal lesson in context about concentrating on your to do’s and forget about the end result and yet when the situation arises, it is the same old story of working less or more and expecting that there will be a miracle and a disaster. We know it doesn’t matter what we expect and yet we speculate that the world is coming to an end tomorrow and start packing the bags today itself just in case.

I am no exception to the anxiety that all are feeling at this moment but I at least am trying to keep the thinking process away from the emotions because when those two combine, the effect is silly in reality.. Which is quite hard when everyone around is thinking, talking and giving various expressions to describe how anxious they are.

What each of us did when the exams were due back then and preparation was required is none of the business of anyone else. But then again, my friend could have actually tried to study before the exams rather than try to analyze the paper after just in case he was asked for his opinion in an interview by Times. He is expecting a miracle at least. I want to say Karmaniye vadikaraste to him but its impossible for me to remember those words after the next 2 minutes on Fb.

You already decided what you are going to get. Live with it.

Creativity - killed

There was a time when ideas occurred at will to me. My blog always had a new post in works. And people, they were actually impressed by the articles I used to write. That was me even till last year. But then CA took over. I had to write my exams. Had to prepare for months on a roll and whenever I wanted to do something else, there was this guilt feeling that I shouldn’t be fooling around away from books. So my thought process lost that freedom which makes it flow and make things happen.

There you go, my creativity was restricted and slowly nullified. People think that creativity is like, you know like, those things which never go away. It does. Especially when you prepare 8 mammoth subjects for an exam. More so when you don’t expect to use any of them practically to earn a living.

My ability to write about interesting things slowly but surely went down. I specifically miss the good feeling I get when I know that an article turned out to be something meaningful and good enough to be posted under my name.

And this, yet another attempt to bring back a bit of that.