I chose my response

I was at a local grocery store buying things. In a queue of two people ahead of me,I was standing quietly. There were boxes lying around me- fresh merchandise, I guess. As the evening hours were approaching, the employees were removing the boxes and placing its stuff hurriedly.

I hear a voice behind me, “excuse me,” and an employee in front of me makes an eye contact with the voice. I ignored as I thought the voice wanted employee’s help with something. I heard “EXCUSE me” for a second time and after some time I realized that it was for me. It was hard to ignore because of the harshness in tone. To me – “excuse me” sounded more like, “you fool, I’m talking to you.”

Normally a person would not get irritated on requesting you after two or three times but this one got angry the second time itself. Normally people would ask in a requesting tone rather than a commanding tone. I thought that she would have had her reasons to be so rude…she could have had a bad day or had too many things to carry or getting late as I was blocking her path or she was just the way she was.

Anyways, on turning my head I saw a girl in her twenties wearing black rimmed thick glasses and a pony tail tightly tied backwards. The face mattered more to me than her body or her clothes. I could have responded by repeating the anger or moving silently from her path. Normally, I would have chosen silence and then been angry for the rest of the day cursing, fretting and frowning at others or self. But that day I decided to respond differently. I decided to smile. With a big smile stuck on my face I said, “Sure, why not? Please, go ahead.” Even with a pretentious smile you can’t pull anger (at least on your face and even if angry you don’t sound so).

Although I must say it was a difficult smile but then I was happy or should I say satisfied with my reaction. That smile made her slightly embarrassed.

When I smiled at her I didn’t think of embarrassing her or saving myself from being embarrassed in front of the employees…I just smiled because I wanted to. I chose my response.

So why did I decide to smile inspite of being inflicted with that bitter tone. I have read so much about – taking control of your life and actions…not to give the control to others…chose your response…. In that moment I felt that whatever I’ve read and if that’s true I should do what they always ask to do…smile. And it turned out to be true – you can’t hold on to anger with a smile stuck on your face.

I was so happy with myself that day – for smiling, for taking control of the situation, for choosing my response rather than reacting, for not behaving like the other person and most of all for following and not failing. With a smile I put an end to the event then and there rather than letting it simmer in my head.

Have an idea or should I wait for some


What are you doing? Shhh! I’m busy, very busy right now. But I don’t see you doing anything. Don’t you see I’m ideating? No, I don’t see. All I see is you sitting. Yeah! I’m sitting to get ideas but you are disturbing me. “Ok, do you want me to go,” asked my friend, yes, please?

I don’t know there are times when I call for it and there is no sign of it. There are other times when I am busy and it stalks me in my wakeful and sleepy state both.

Yes, I’m talking about the ideas, creativity, imagination, inspiration…you can call it whatever name pleases you.

Is it so difficult to create ideas or is it difficult to create inspiring ideas? I guess when the idea is in your mind you don’t know the true nature of it and it is not that important then. “An idea has come to my mind,” this is what we say or I say. This idea can be related to my household chores or sometimes it could be churning out my creativity at work and the other times it could simply be about what I plan to write and how I write it.

We don’t make any preparations to receive it; it just comes and we just register it at the time being. Of course, what we intend to do with it, is something that we can decide for later. We could abandon it, work on it or simply share it with someone; it is totally your choice.

In this whole creativity process, I believe that it is not the idea that takes much of your effort, but it is that priceless seed of an idea that you need to wait for. This idea if I may say, “works like a miracle”.

You are not certain if it will come, when will it come, where will it come or how will it come. That’s why to me it is no less than a miracle.

There are times when my idea bank is zero (this happens when I’ve had a bad day at work or my boss has eaten my head instead of his lunch). Oh, there is one other time when it goes blank, when I miss my electricity due dates (I don’t mind others, but this is important).

Then there are times when I try to fish for the best idea from my mind pond, but I’m not sure which one to concentrate at. Sometimes when they come, they come at an electrifying speed; if I focus on one the others run away. I guess they sense me as a predator. Therefore, I choose to run after one, I catch it as well. Then I try to remember the other beautiful ideas but now they have just vanished. I try to concentrate, hard, very hard but I can’t get them back.

I think this process is similar to planting a seed in the soil. And then waiting for it to spring to life. How many times have you noticed random plants finding shelter in your garden other than the ones that you have planted? I have noticed it many times, and wondered where did it come from. Of course, there could be endless possibilities but the exact time, the right amount of sunshine, rain, water and other conditions made it possible for them to come to life. Wouldn’t you agree?

I guess the ideas are also like that you don’t know what is the right time or the right resource. You cannot determine at a moment if something or someone inspires you. You do not know what picture your mind has clicked, that could emerge as an idea for later.

Why should I….

…stop hoping, when hope means so many things.


Hope is like the warmth of the sunlight, after a gloomy weather.

Hope is a promise of a new tomorrow.

Hope is the beginning of an early dawn.

Hope is like finding a comfortable house, when you get lost in the woods.


Hope is like getting fresh supplies of important things, when your supplies are over and out.

Hope is that end of the string that is endless.

Hope is that end of the shore which comes after a non ending horizon.

Hope is finding right pair of shoes for your outfit, for an important occasion.


Hope is the transformation of seed into a sapling, which later bears fruits and flowers.

Hope is a miracle to happen, sitting at a corner.

Hope is a strong desire to change things for betterment.

Hope is magical when nothing else works.


Hope is the only thing that keeps you fueled in the race of life.

Hope helps you to stem upwards, when the situations pull you downwards.

Hope is sometimes easy, and sometimes difficult.

Hope is sometimes a possibility, and sometimes a probability.


So, why should I stop hoping, when “hoping is the bright morning light after a dark dreary night”?