Comparison – a frivolous habit

When you know you’re a person on your own with a unique set of needs, goals, dreams and obstacles, then what is the biggest act of violence against the self ? What steals the joy of living ?

Judging a fish by its ability to climb a tree. Thinking that another’s success is the measure of your failure. Someone’s happiness is he lack of bliss in your life.

We all have an innate tendency to compare ourselves with others without thinking about its repercussions on our self-esteem. Why can’t we be like a flower which just blooms without comparing itself to the next flower ?


A dog which is limping as one of its legs is hurt never says ‘why is the dog lying happily across the street not suffering like me ? How dare it have all its four legs uninjured ? A zebra never sees its stripes and wishes to have spots like a leopard. Every living being except human takes pride in itself and is contented with the way nature has created it.

Humans endowed with the sixth sense look at everything on this earth in terms of comparison. If a thing isn’t worth comparing, nobody wants to possess it. People want expensive things so that they can tell their next door neighbour that they are posh and rich.

Have you seen anyone competing for growing plants at home ? Hardly anyone thinks ‘Oh she has such a beautiful money-plant growing in her balcony, let me also cultivate a home-garden in my vestibule.’

That itself tells you that comparison itself is a shallow concept and doesn’t benefit anyone. Comparison is inevitable in a world where we are constantly bombarded by advertisements and the way media embodies perfection. We aspire to be like someone who is better looking than us and more confident than us.

Someone who is successful yet maintains a coherent balance between professional and personal life seems to be the epitome of perfection to a normal person who is working hard to make his ends meet.




We all bring with us our own destiny and everyone’s journey is different. If I want to be a famous tennis player like Maria Sharapova, but I don’t like tennis, then the whole basis of comparison in itself is a foolish thing.

We tend to compare with others just for sake especially when it comes to fame, beauty and money. We have a feeling that whatever the other person has got is the best anyone can get. When you’re already biased against yourself, comparing yourself to others can only produce an even low self-worth. Most of the times, when you compare it’s mainly to put yourself down. You gain a weird kind of pleasure by telling yourself, “Hey look she is more beautiful than me and hence she is popular.” Your ugly sense of worth is restored. Congrats !

You just love to feel bad about yourself and wallow in self-pity by constantly placing yourself against someone else with a totally different personality. You can’t compare apples with oranges. But still you do and end up feeling miserable.
When you start comparing yourself and make it a dominant mode of functioning in the society, that’s when the real problem arises. Comparison as such for noble causes isn’t a bad thing.




When you see someone being kind-hearted to others and you want to emulate that quality, go ahead. But when you see someone being the centre of attention in a group if peers and you feel bad for not being the same, is definitely not called for.

If your comparison standards help you make a better person or enhance your already existing virtues, then it’s good you look upto others and learn from them.


What happens when you compare ?



You either feel superior or inferior when you see yourself with respect to others. It never serves a useful purpose.
Either way your sense of worth is dependent on others’ happiness and what they have in life hat you don’t. Sometimes you don’t realise the meaning of being happy with what you have.


There is a story of a crooked tree in a forest which keeps cribbing that it doesn’t look tall like the other trees. Once a woodcutter comes and chops all trees except the crooked tree as it’s out of shape and not erect like the others.

Then the crooked tree realises how lucky it is and has been spared because of the same reason it pitied itself.
Beware of judging yourself based on the standards another person has set for himself based on what he has developed over years of trial and error.

Just because you didn’t end up where you intended to be doesn’t mean you look at where another person is in his life. Insecurity can bring out your worst side.



Happiness is such a subjective state of mind to achieve these days. Most of us from the crowd with the expectation of unbelievably materialistic achievements and to mark an an incentive to be happy. Students, fighting for either being a ranker or the most popular kid.

Employees, pushing themselves an extra hour for a fat juicy cheque which becomes a dream! Mother, Waiting for her family at 7pm to regroup, to spend the rest of the evening together.

Why is it that happiness is now a byproduct to so many external factors when it’s intention is internal?

I realise how dependent our emotions have become to the exterior surrounding money driven labyrinth that we live in. Everything we do these days is either to achieve or to please. The entire spectrum of public image from the stage performance to a selfie is nothing but a hoax to seek validation. Imagine…

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The sense of an ending..


How often do we tell our own life story? How often do we adjust, embellish, make sly cuts? And the longer life goes on, the fewer are those around to challenge our account, to remind us that our life is not our life, merely the story we have told about our life. Told to others, but—mainly—to ourselves.

Julian Barnes




“What did I know of life, I who had lived so carefully? Who had neither won nor lost, but just let life happen to him? Who had the usual ambitions and settled all too quickly for them not being realised? Who avoided being hurt and called it a capacity for survival?

Who paid his bills, stayed on good terms with everyone as far as possible, for whom ecstasy and despair soon became just words once read in novels? One whose self-rebukes never really inflicted pain?



Well, there was all this to reflect upon, while I endured a special kind of remorse: a hurt inflicted at long last on one who always thought he knew how to avoid being hurt – and inflicted for precisely that reason.”      

Julian Barnes


What we know of life is sometimes just history handed out to us by our ancestors and predecessors. The ancestors being our own perceptions of the past and predecessors, our responses to external circumstances.

But there is a saying that history is that certainty produced at the juncture where the imperfections of memory meet the inadequacies of documentation. 

We have a very shallow observation skill when it comes to how we look at life. Take death for instance, till someone close to us passes away, we don’t aee death as a part and parcel of life. Death is distant to us till the time it comes in proximity to your near and dear ones.

We see life in terms of how we get affected by it. Whether it’s miracles that chance upon us or tragedies that befall us,   your experiences give a form to life. Experiences being subjective cannot generalise life as a blessing or a curse.

Did you know why remorse is a much worse feeling than shame or guilt ?

Barnes describes this feeling as too COMPLICATED, CURDLED & PRIMEVAL .

Nothing can be done about it. Period. Too much time has passed and sufficient damage has been done for any amends to be made. Life is like that sometimes when you look back and see that all that you did   cannot be changed nor repaired. You just have to let it go.




Embark on those wistful hopes

“Yes: I am a dreamer. For a dreamer is one who can only find his way by moonlight, and his punishment is that he sees the dawn before the rest of the world.”

Oscar Wilde, The Critic as Artist

The problem isn’t with dreaming but to make an effort in realising those dreams. How many of us are willing to toil day and night in making our dreams come true ?

Don’t relegate yourself into being a virtuous man who contents himself with dreaming that which the wicked man does in actual life. Sigmund Freud says that in his The Interpretation of Dreams.

Having a dream is just one aspect. But nurturing what doesn’t let you sleep is what makes a difference. Everyone’s got a dream but not all wanna transform that dream to reality.
Writers transform their dreams into words. It’s not easy to verbalize what you feel many a time. But if you can then it means you have got the flair for it.
A dream makes ‘you’. It’s the uniqueness of your dreams that sets you apart from others. Sometimes I wonder what I dream about. If a dream is something that keeps you awake at night then what is it that I dream about ?
What keeps me going ?


A dream isn’t dependent on another person. So it can never be the thoughts relating to someone else. A dream is never about possession. So it isn’t about making money. A dream isn’t about fame. So it can never be about being a star in the eyes of others.
A dream is waking up each day and feeling cheerful about what the day has in store for you. Dreams are mundane. When you make dreams a rarity and something that seems far-fetched, it obviously is gonna remain that forever.


For a dream to become an experience, treat it like the ordinary.

Take small steps towards your goals without focussing on the outcome and the accolades you would receive after accomplishing a feat.
Those small steps finally lead you to where you wanna be someday.

Don’t trivialise those small steps by considering them as tasks. Rather it’s those steps that are the biggest undertakings that would teach you what dreams are really about.
A dream doesn’t have to be being recognised by the world. Wanting to be acknowledged is natural but to dedicate your entire life towards something just because people would applaud you, isn’t a dream.
It becomes a parasite as it haunts you rather wanting to be pursued.

A dream could be just wanting to stay beside the woods in a secluded cabin all by yourself one day but does your lifestyle resemble even a bit of what you aspire to be in future ?
Are you addicted to chaos ? If you are, let it go. Aim for a more serene style of living where you spend your weekends all by yourself contemplating reading a book. The way you live today would someday lead you to where you wanna be.

You wanna be a public speaker who gives motivational speeches to millions in agony. Well, ask yourself, do you inspire others by merely conversing with them about their day-to-day situations. If you cannot provoke others into taking smalltime actions, how can you trigger the spark ‘to be in charge of your own life’, in millions of people.

A dream is a dominant idea within you but let it not remain as an idea. The idea has to turn into action someday. Start small. You gotta walk before you can run.
Take Stuart Little strides before you take giant leaps into anything in life.

“All men dream: but not equally. Those who dream by night in the dusty recesses of their minds wake in the day to find that it was vanity: but the dreamers of the day are dangerous men, for they may act their dreams with open eyes, to make it possible.”

T.E. Lawrence

Tame the untameable


Living inside your head is like being captivated in a prison. You can’t get out of the bars even if you want to. You feel as if all the conversations happen in the head and are sorted out there.

H.P. Lovecraft says that we all live on a placid island of ignorance as we aren’t able to correlate all the ongoings in the mind.
This, he considers to be the most merciful thing of the human mind. The contents seem incoherent as one finds no relation between one thought and another.
Sometimes there is a relation yet it’s funny how you relate an objective situation or a fleeting thought to your personal life and feelings.

Brain to man watching TV: 'Since you won't be needing me for a while, I'm going to run a few errands.'
Suddenly you’re thinking about your favourite movie and why you like it. From there on you start thinking about how you miss having the kind of life the protagonist enjoys in the film. How you wished you were lucky enough to be a crusader of a cause you believe like the heroine in the movie and you are successful in making an impact as well.
David Hume, In his A Treatise of Human Nature described the mind as a heap of different perceptions, which we endow with a simplicity and identity just to benefit our understanding of it.

“A man should keep his little brain attic stocked with all the furniture that he is likely to use, and the rest he can put away in the lumber-room of his library, where he can get it if he wants it.”

SIR ARTHUR CONAN DOYLE in The Adventures of Sherlock Holmes gives the best advice as to how to declutter the mind which is always running on an overdrive.
Treat your mind like an orchard which when manured produces the most delicious fruits. A cultivated mind gives rise to pure and noble thoughts. Little bit of pruning could just be an exercise for it. Sometimes when the mind is out of focus, train yourself to just be in the moment and concentrate on the thing which you’re doing or the situation that you’re a part of no matter however boring it seems to you.
When you rein in those skittering thoughts and just cut it down to the ones on which you can act upon or aren’t that overwhelming, you wouldn’t find your mind coming in the way of your yet-to-be-done tasks.
Don’t let the mind be an imperious boss. Bring it down to serve you like a caterer. You’re the manager and have to supervise the way it thinks and behaves. If it’s directionless, teach it to follow one path that may serve you.

Hatred : a spontaneous emotion

“Every instinct that is found in any man is in all men. The strength of the emotion may not be so overpowering, the barriers against possession not so insurmountable, the urge to accomplish the desire less keen. With some, inhibitions and urges may be neutralized by other tendencies. But with every being the primal emotions are there. All men have an emotion to kill; when they strongly dislike some one they involuntarily wish he was dead. I have never killed any one, but I have read some obituary notices with great satisfaction.”
Clarence Darrow, The Story of My Life


Is it natural to hate and want someone dead ? Like you cant stand a person and you wished they never existed. I have been in that phase before and now have outgrown attachment to hatred, resentment. It only affects you mentally and not the other person. No one cares if you like them or not. They still are the same way. No one is obliged to change for you. Once you realise this, perhaps you would stop wanting to make people behave a certain way and give into your standard of being.

I have had really negative thoughts about few people. When I say negative, I mean really inhuman thoughts about them. I wished the worst thing should happen to them on this earth. Then I realised, all that monstrosity was within me and not them. It is my importance given to them that made them all the more annoying than they actually were.
What if I was indifferent to their existence ? Just treat them like passers-by instead of some antagonists in my life. Isn’t my way of looking at them causing me more irritation and making me despise them ?
That was what I told myself and of course it took hell lot of time.
Eventually I lost the energy to hate anyone. I still have strong likes and dislikes but just that I am able to bear more people in a cordial way. Not that I was ever rude on face to anyone unless they did something to me. But I was mentally cursing them if their mere presence was poisonous to my well-being.

I guess maybe that is called emotional maturity or maybe evolving to a better state of mind.
But I’m glad I had these wanting-to-kill-someone palpable sensations before as it cleansed my soul. Now if I look back, I find it so silly.
We all should admit the murderer in our hearts as no one is immune to crime.
The only thing that differentiates between us normal people and those commit crimes is a presence of mind with conscience.



We all are butcherers at heart just pretending to be this noble soul who wants everyone’s good and upkeep.
Do yourself a favour. Face the real you and that actually makes you a better human being not by overlooking your natural primeval feelings. You can only become pure-hearted when you value the filth stored in your soul. You need yo get rid of it by actually being that ‘bad’ person for sometime and venting those emotions.

A rotating shaft makes my night..

When you switch on a ceiling fan, the stationary armature gets into action.

The whirring sound of the fan makes me feel so in-the-moment and peaceful. The peace that is usually elusive when I try to calm my mind comes upon me when I shift my focus to the revolving fan in my room as I lie down and watch it.
Staring at a revolving fan is quite meditative and kind of brings you to the present. You forget all your worries and anxieties. You and the fan share such a serene equation. It is actually better than you staring at a blank wall. I just noticed how the blades of a fan become so invisible when it rotates at the maximum and swiftest speed.
The blades however are visible in the picture below which I clicked a snap from where I was on the bed.


The picture mode in camera captured the static.

When a propeller is in motion, the image of the blades (forming a uniform disk color ) is not resolved by the retina.
So it will certainly not be processed by your brain as the movement is too rapid.

I just read in that a rotating fan is in equilibrium between the electromagnetic torque from the motor and frictional torque from the air.

Atleast this electrical appliance has a balance unlike me. My mind keeps spinning and weaving thoughts while I fail to grasp them.