The day I lost my id card.

The day I lost my id card was the day I was playing cricket in the room with my room mates. A plastic ball, a chair as the makeshift stumps and a log as bat. I was savouring every moment of it. Making loud noises on getting someone out, some grunts of frustration of close calls and a puffed chest on every shot well played. And within half-an-hours of play my achievement was a cracked window, broken pen stand and a lump on my friend's forehead. All seemed to be going my way till there was a knock on the door. Play was interrupted and the knock was attended to. And standing on the thresh-hold was a small kid, almost in rags. He was sweating profusely like we were, though for a different reason. He had just carried a 40 liter water canister up the flight of stairs to the second floor. Not to mention the blistering heat. Whosoever had the heart to let the boy with such burden? He just looked straight in my eye and asked me in which room I want the canister kept. Did he not realise that he's being exploited under some clause and section of some act and he's protected under the same? Probably he didn't care. Well what I did on my part was feel sorry, told him I'll carry it myself the rest of the distance, gave him 10 bucks and wrote this piece.

Have you.

Have you ever wondered how someone in utter distresss and someone in utmost joy appears similar. If observed from some distance that is. And if you are not plugged in to the situation, more often than not, you cannot tell whether one is crying or bursting with laughter. The facial expression, the body language is almost the same in both the circumstances. The curling of the lips, the body jerks, tears rolling down, eyes reducing to slits, eyebrows drawing closer, forehead forming deep furrows and the almost smothered whimpering at irregular intervals. There isn't much of a difference. To an outsider so to speak. And if you're the one being observed, of course it's a hell of a difference then.

Try it.

Do something that you hate from the bottom of your heart, pit of your lungs and bile of your intestine. And you'll hate yourself for doing it. Curse yourself and the world for existing. Froth on the mouth and feel miserable for the day. Promise yourself never to let yourself go through such punishment. But after sometime you would have realised that you have just accomplished something that you didn't have the heart to do. What an achievment. And the next time you're made to do it again, you would do it without going through the pain you did while doing it the first time. So come to think of it you have just killed two birds with one stone. First you have managed to do something that you thought you were better off avoiding and secondly if circumstances prevail over you to do the same thing again you would most probably go through anguish of lesser degree. Which means you have learned to master that fear that you were hard-pressed not to admit. Right? So on a day when you are feeling miserable and when you think that you'll be better off if the sky were to come crashing down on you, do something you hate doing from the bottom-of-your-heart. So that what you did will override the bad hair day and you'll end up feeling better in some little corner.