Thursday, 3 July 2014

Let It Be or How to Say No




(11 Apr ’10)
            Think of the housewife who is constantly borrowing: some curd because she forgot to keep some aside last night; a gas cylinder because she forgot to book hers; some money as today’s the last date for her son’s fees. If it irritates you, you’ll be told: what is there, will give back, no. And if you get involved in what our modern swamis say, it’ll be: forgive and get de-stressed. Don’t try to change her, change yourself.
            Think of the colleague who’s always doing reports last minute, dragging you down, keeping you back after working hours because of something he has procrastinated about: chod yaar, he says, don’t get so worked up. It’s only one life, enjoy.
            Think of the businessperson who borrows from one bank or friend, then another. You only live once, he says, so why worry about how to repay. The repayment will happen, once the money is in his hands. He’ll borrow from another to give to the first, and so an entire life is lived. There are men who borrow cigarettes and women who borrow hygiene products.
            So many examples: don’t pay bills until the grace period is nearly over, then crib about the fine. Do everything last minute and then say: but it’s done, na, so why make a noise now.
            I’m impressed by many of the leading gurus our country has. They’ve gone international with various formulas of don’t get stressed yourself, stress out others. How? Take this example: well dressed woman comes to meet you unannounced and says she has this course she’d to run for your employees or relatives or just you. Could be about pranayam, prayer or yoga or something more contemporary. She’s intruding upon your time and you don’t like it. Her guru has taught her that nothing should bother her. If she bothers someone else, it’s the latter’s problem. Very politely, she pesters you, not budging an inch, until you’ve given in. You’re stuck, you don’t like it, you know she’s made a sucker of you, you’re stressed… so what do you need the most? Some one like her who’s selling you the de-stress remedy. Smart? Any wonder the gurus are making the big bucks? Once you’re hooked, subtle pressures draw you in and force you to be a part of that system.           
One thing every Indian loves and falls for all the time is: Chalta Hai, Vanda Nahi, Harkat Nahi, So What, Chod Yaar, Kya Farak Padta Hai … words that have done let our country down.
I’ve known housewives who have managed so well with frugal budgets and an attitude of waste not want not that they have ended up being asset and money rich. In comparison, their easy-going shopping-talented sisters have let impulse and carelessness deplete savings. Attitudes like ‘come-on-yaar’ how does it matter may de-stress. But that’s temporary. The long but sure way to live without stress is definitely the more disciplined way.
            The get up when I want, may or may not brush teeth, ok if I dress sloppy, does it matter if I call everyone by the first name, decorum is for the oldies kind of people seldom get anywhere. Even those who protest vehemently against dress or behaviour codes (you get some in the world of the liberal arts), when they’re successful, end up with a code of sorts which is equally rigid: I will hair my long no shorter than my shoulder, wear only shorts and sandals, won’t sleep before midnight… and that becomes as much of a discipline as the crew-cut-suited-booted fall-in-liners. The code is set and rigid if one has to be successful: imagine a journalist in a silk sari with gajra in her hair… would she be accepted no matter how smart her reporting?  Every profession, every neighbourhood, community or office has its own discipline and more than anything else, when personal lives are indisciplined, stress follows.
            I saw a mother ask her 7 year old daughter: I want to talk to this aunty, is that ok with you? Why would she want it to be ok with the child? Couldn’t she say: I want to talk to this aunty, please sit quietly here till I finish. Oh, she’s a child…. Baccha hai. Same baccha grows up to be a brat adult, the world doesn’t care and stress follows. A bit of discipline at the right time, firmness and strictness, pays dividends in our quest for happiness.
            Like doing one’s duty gives one a strange satisfaction.
            Like saying No instead of Ok. Like not saying Let It Be.
            I believe. 
            @@@@@

No comments:

Post a Comment