Grudges are such a waste of joyous times.So often,we hold on to some biting remark or a nasty, back stabbing jibe. Our vivaciousness and cheerful vibe takes a sound lashing .Well ,we are, after all ,human.The hurt lingers and festers into a throbbing and palpitating wound. We mull it over in our agonized brains with feverish resentment .What a useless exercise ,when life could easily have been euphoric.
No Grudges !
” Ah ! To be a child again
Without any bias
No grudges or racist thoughts
Simply smiling when I feel like
Or gurgling with chortling laughter
Letting out a scream of pain
And tearing out my lungs with cries of distress
Eating only what I want to
And wearing my mama’s oversized shoes
Gaping open mouthed at the clown across the street
Holding on to fingers when I can’t cross the road
Hiding my face in my palms when scary visions haunt
Drawing large squiggles on paper
And tearing the ghastly toy to shreds
Loving my yellow haired dolly to bits
And popping buttons in my mouth
Hitting my head on the floor when no one listens to me
Banging spoons on tumblers to let out my steam
Hugging those I love with repeated warm hugs
Clutching on to pebbles that remind me of you
Ah ! to be a child again !
It is so much better to let go and forgive ,even if its tough to forget. Confucius explains it thus-“To be wronged is nothing, unless you continue to remember it” . So many grudges cartwheel in our oppressed brains “Uski himmat kaise hui mujhe aisa bolne ki ?”,How dare he speak to me like that ?or ”Terriyaan haddiyaan bhann devaanga.Tu samajhda ki hain apne aap nu.?.”.I’ll break your bones . Who the hell do you think you are ?”
Alas , life is too short to nurse animosity and to register wrongs. Our hearts become fragile with grudges. They eat like white ants ”deemak”, into our very fountain head of joy .”Ja main nahi saure jaana , gaddi nu khaali mode ve” .Heavy and leaden is the heart that carries a grudge .
The rot and venom of resentment will pollute and contaminate our actions and words .Ridiculing , ignoring , gossiping and hating are often results of misunderstandings that could easily have been sorted out before the object of our ire is laid into the grave. It’s too late then . Family and friends are a rare wealth which we squander away for our petty and childish egos .
Each time we grope in our tiny hearts to find forgiveness,let us not forget, the master forgiver-the good Lord ,smiles benevolently at our fuming and raging grudges.
The Hyderabadis taught me to say”jaane bhi do yaaro!!”and the Lucknowis taught me to say ..”chhodo yaar, paan lagaao”.
It’s so much more fun to take a deep breath and recite‘ along with Momin “woh naye gille woh shikayatein, woh mazze mazze ki hiqayatein, woh harek baat pe roothhna , tumhein yaad ho ke na yaad ho..”
Ahmed Faraz makes it easier for the pouting damsel by telling her “ Ranjish hi Sahi , Dil hi dukhaane ke liye aa/Aa Phir se Mujhe chhod ke jaane ke liye aa”
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