The most beautiful thing about everyday is that it starts with a new day (….yes! it isn’t profound , I accept … and neither is it amusing)…and yet I am up and ready to live another day of routine .A lot has been said and written about routine in a negative sense….but I think it’s still the most beautiful thing to happen to mankind “ROUTINE
“.If I were to list my routine …it would go something like this :
As a kid : wake up …get ready ..got to school…come home ..home work …play ..pack your bags and sleep …next day wake up ..get ready …and yes …loop mode for a fewyears….one might wonder what was so beautiful about routine back then …..
well !allow me to elaborate….. The most beautiful thing about routine back then were some of the most beautiful moments of my life. Lets begin with my favourite part “ one fine day “….(all good things happen only on “one fine day “)…while I did the same things everyday ….the beauty about each day was the little pauses and breaks between each activity.Every morning I had a new thought to discuss …a new dream that I wanted to talk about, with my parents and ….a new learning ..a new pattern ..the intermittent breaks in the routine was something that my heart yearned for …as it filledme with a lot of hope and faith…I was so very sure that between routines lie, great moments of joy …some people call this “ distraction “ but I think they were moments that shaped my experiences .
As I grew to be a teenager …. at some point, my dad felt that it was time for me to have a cup of tea …and a few biscuits ,with him ….this to me sounded like graduation ….yes !…from drinking milk.. ..tea was a huge graduation …and soon my routine was : wake up… get ready …got to college …come home ..have a cup of tea before I could realise we were working on a few of them together. The routines grew to be a lot more intense but my yearning for those little interruptions grew stronger and I waited eagerly to get home and have a cup of tea with my dad and share with him my teenage anxieties ….my goals and aspirations and the path that I wish to choose …..all for a routine .
Isn’t it amazing …people dread routine …many whom I speak to, resent their
jobs , their lives …and more, because it has routine …but to me routine was some thing
I eagerly aspired … I just loved the idea of knowing what to do every moment of my
life (the awake hours ).Years passed and so did my dad….but the routine stayed …every
evening ,exactly at the same time I would make that cup of tea and sit at the table with a
few biscuits .I did this ,even as I grew to be an Entrepreneur , a husband and then as a
parent ….and then !
One fine day !…I realised , the reason why, I love routine so much….it is
because my mind treats it as a habit …something that happens sub consciously …and
something …which over a period of time allows the mind to free up space to bring in
new and exciting thoughts, so , I actually loved the ” distraction ” in between the
routine(and yearned for it )…the little free moments …that gave me the time to discuss
my thoughts with my loved ones …these thoughts could be dreams , wishes , a lot of
hope and the time to bond with the people you love, a time to reinforce belief , that ,
there will be a new day everyday …and , in that new day ..there will be routine …and
in-between the routine lies…… HOPE , FAITH ….A CUP OF TEA AND A FEW
BISCUITS .
| my two pennies about my distractions !….would love to know your routine ….
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