The story of two pictures...

They parted ways. He stood there thinking what could have been, and what it will be. He wanted to open his heart out, but words failed him. He had a picture he had framed for her.

Together they walked hand-in-hand and the picture read

"Life has a meaning when we live in a moment,

You learn to live when every moment is a dream…

Here’s a cheers to many more moments, many more dreams, to life, and the lovely journey ahead…."

He gifted the picture, kissed her forehead and left.

Days turned into weeks, weeks into months- they had lost touch, but not a day passed when she was not remembered. Life has its own way- what was once the greatest joy was now the saddest thoughts. He laughed remembering them, cried thinking about times, and let the moment pass.

They meet again. He is back in the same room where once the best moments were spent. His partying picture occupies a part of the wall. Does she still remember him, Do his thoughts make her happy, Is he missed, is he still loved. He stands sinking in the moments as she slowly hands over his remains and shyly gestures him to leave. As he turns he sees a bigger picture on the opposite wall. He reads only glimpses of this new picture, and understands he has lost her forever. Tears roll down, and life goes on...

Lover peace out!!!

River of Life...

My profession gives me the opportunity to assist people to reflect on their past to build a better future. Sounds interesting, difficult, and philosophical- in life a great medium to reduce negativity and infuse positive energy in someone. No, I am not a psychologist and neither remote related with any therapy- I am the regular HR guy who takes a keen interest in behavioral science- fancy name ‘OD’.

Why is the above ‘bla bla’ about myself important? It is for you to understand that I know a few principles on behavior, and have designed such sessions (fancy word ‘interventions’), which made me belief am slightly above such reflections (insaan hoon, a bit of arrogance creeping in is natural with time).

Well that’s the story till yesterday afternoon! A HR capability building session had been scheduled in my current organization, and I was a part of it. The agenda talked about something on lines of knowing one’s own beliefs through journalism, storytelling and other means. Intrigued and excited I walked into the session. Initial bits of the session were usual- the clever/smart ass me trying to guess what’s going to happen ‘next’ (function of designing a few such sessions myself).

A feeling of sadness started creeping in- “I am not enjoying this…I wish I didn’t know what’s next…”. Few physical movements (part of the workshop), some basic reflection questions, and I knew I was getting in a zone in which I am not comfortable…The Artist Was Being Painted…We slowly moved into an activity which was called ‘River of Life’. Imagine life was a river, has a starting point (your birth), has ups and down, but keep flowing…How will you paint it…

As I drew detaching from self, memories- good and bad, started crawling their way back. What I drew cannot be shared, but when I read the patterns, I understood that there is a part of me I had lost in the last 3 years. The ‘right brain’ me had got scared, and happily hid Himself somewhere behind a safe closet. This post is an attempt to bring Him back…bring back the Arthur…bring back the Precisionist…

Reflectionist peace out!