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MARRIED TO MY WORK:
Sherlock and Watson are sitting in a cafe, The waiter comes to Watson and says - Enjoy your date, sir! The situation is all awkward and Watson asks Sherlock - do you have a girlfriend? To which Sherlock replies - Not my area! Watson now asks again, as if he is inviting Sherlock for something - Do you have a boyfriend? Now, As ‘Gay’ as the fans of Sherlock want this to be - Sherlock replies something I still remember after all these years… Watson, I consider myself married to my work!
THE CONFLICT:
For years I saw my father crib about going to work, he loved his Saturdays and Sundays! He hated Mondays and I was expecting this to be similar in my likings but to my surprise when I grew up: my educated mind with a touch of spirituality and self-helps rejected this conventional way of treating work in life, so in my head:
IDEAL WORK:
Work was no longer supposed to be work, it was supposed to be fun. It was supposed to have some larger purpose. It was supposed to offer a form of self-identity. And if it didn't offer those elements -- if you woke up one morning and couldn't say to yourself that you were doing what you wanted to be doing -- well, then you quit. Your father's loyalty may have been to the company or perhaps to the family he had to provide for. But your loyalty was to yourself, in a manner that had once been the style mainly of artists.
MARRIED TO MY WORK:
Sherlock and Watson are sitting in a cafe, The waiter comes to Watson and says - Enjoy your date, sir! The situation is all awkward and Watson asks Sherlock - do you have a girlfriend? To which Sherlock replies - Not my area! Watson now asks again, as if he is inviting Sherlock for something - Do you have a boyfriend? Now, As ‘Gay’ as the fans of Sherlock want this to be - Sherlock replies something I still remember after all these years… Watson, I consider myself married to my work!
THE CONFLICT:
For years I saw my father crib about going to work, he loved his Saturdays and Sundays! He hated Mondays and I was expecting this to be similar in my likings but to my surprise when I grew up: my educated mind with a touch of spirituality and self-helps rejected this conventional way of treating work in life, so in my head:
IDEAL WORK:
Work was no longer supposed to be work, it was supposed to be fun. It was supposed to have some larger purpose. It was supposed to offer a form of self-identity. And if it didn't offer those elements -- if you woke up one morning and couldn't say to yourself that you were doing what you wanted to be doing -- well, then you quit. Your father's loyalty may have been to the company or perhaps to the family he had to provide for. But your loyalty was to yourself, in a manner that had once been the style mainly of artists.
HYPOCRISY:
Despite this clear respect for the marriage with work, I found myself hating work just like my father despite my high ideals: as a student I didn't like to study, I would hate the teachers who would force me to participate in extracurriculars and would often sit with an onion down my armpits to avoid the work it would take! I too waited for weekends, Saturday evenings were my favorite and Sunday nights were sleepless… I won't help my mom with the kitchen because mom, off day! No work on weekends… just like dad on off-day! Movies… Computer games, cricket and sleeping all day, off day!
THREE EVENTS:
This mismatch needed an end, perhaps won't have ever ended but I credit these three events that threw me off my comfortable cushion and I found myself lying on the hard, cold ground of reality! First, Passing out of my school and getting rejected by every college i tried to get into! Second, my breakup - thrown out of someone's life I was obsessed about and those attempts to make me feel like an insect having no existential importance! And third, my own father who wins every argument by telling how he knows - I cannot survive if he pulls of his support! All these three events made me a question - who i really was? What did I stand for? Who cared if I live or die? Well, as harsh as it gets… no one! We all are replaceable in each other's lives, no place however dear to us would keep us longer than the time we are supposed to be there and people however important in your life right now will change their attitude if you are of little service to them!
Despite this clear respect for the marriage with work, I found myself hating work just like my father despite my high ideals: as a student I didn't like to study, I would hate the teachers who would force me to participate in extracurriculars and would often sit with an onion down my armpits to avoid the work it would take! I too waited for weekends, Saturday evenings were my favorite and Sunday nights were sleepless… I won't help my mom with the kitchen because mom, off day! No work on weekends… just like dad on off-day! Movies… Computer games, cricket and sleeping all day, off day!
THREE EVENTS:
This mismatch needed an end, perhaps won't have ever ended but I credit these three events that threw me off my comfortable cushion and I found myself lying on the hard, cold ground of reality! First, Passing out of my school and getting rejected by every college i tried to get into! Second, my breakup - thrown out of someone's life I was obsessed about and those attempts to make me feel like an insect having no existential importance! And third, my own father who wins every argument by telling how he knows - I cannot survive if he pulls of his support! All these three events made me a question - who i really was? What did I stand for? Who cared if I live or die? Well, as harsh as it gets… no one! We all are replaceable in each other's lives, no place however dear to us would keep us longer than the time we are supposed to be there and people however important in your life right now will change their attitude if you are of little service to them!
THE CHANGE:
In utter depression, suffering and pain - hurt by enough stones to deter my soul - under tremendous identity crisis - a monk was born among the priests and my wishful way of working was about to become my way of living!So, A monk is someone who is unattached to everything except his mission, something he chooses to live for and craves to resume as soon as he is not doing it! A priest, on the other hand, does follow his mission but as a 9-5 job - just during the time he is inside the temple! As a priest, i have had my weekends, my holidays but now as a monk - I am maniacally committed to the things I have at hand, my mom feels sorry for me constantly! She feels I have lost it - she warns me to sleep a few hours since I was up all night looking at my laptop. I try but then a call comes and I am up, working again!
THE NEGATIVE POSTIVE DRIVE:
Apart from the need to define myself by my work and avoiding the pain of my identity being questioned I am driven by some amazing feeling: I’m happier than I've been in a long time, I have the most incredibly powerful feelings about my life... I can't explain it. I don't really understand it. But I'm comfortable with it And maybe in my inability to explain lies the explanation.
CONCLUSION:
So ask yourself: you don't have enough drive in life? Do you face a similar work ideals and reality mismatch, are you a priest? Are you about to lose the big war of bliss given you had some small victories with pleasure? Do you want to this and that yet prefer pressing the snooze button on your alarm and go back to sleep? Are you unsatisfied with your quality of work? or.. not doing enough work because you have a lover or kids or family? Let me tell you something - a lack of self will eventually bring out the beggar in you - begging for love, begging for understanding, support, money! It's time to create a sense of purpose for yourself as well as for others! It's time to be the bigger umbrella that others want to be in shed off… and to do that would take work - work that isn't just one's vocation but ones way of living!
so be a monk, simply elegant, hard-working and self-sufficient: and yes sell your Ferraris too, coz to sell em you got to buy em first! a clear option could be a dowry, a legal dowry coming straight out of the most rewarding marriage called WORK!
In utter depression, suffering and pain - hurt by enough stones to deter my soul - under tremendous identity crisis - a monk was born among the priests and my wishful way of working was about to become my way of living!So, A monk is someone who is unattached to everything except his mission, something he chooses to live for and craves to resume as soon as he is not doing it! A priest, on the other hand, does follow his mission but as a 9-5 job - just during the time he is inside the temple! As a priest, i have had my weekends, my holidays but now as a monk - I am maniacally committed to the things I have at hand, my mom feels sorry for me constantly! She feels I have lost it - she warns me to sleep a few hours since I was up all night looking at my laptop. I try but then a call comes and I am up, working again!
THE NEGATIVE POSTIVE DRIVE:
Apart from the need to define myself by my work and avoiding the pain of my identity being questioned I am driven by some amazing feeling: I’m happier than I've been in a long time, I have the most incredibly powerful feelings about my life... I can't explain it. I don't really understand it. But I'm comfortable with it And maybe in my inability to explain lies the explanation.
CONCLUSION:
So ask yourself: you don't have enough drive in life? Do you face a similar work ideals and reality mismatch, are you a priest? Are you about to lose the big war of bliss given you had some small victories with pleasure? Do you want to this and that yet prefer pressing the snooze button on your alarm and go back to sleep? Are you unsatisfied with your quality of work? or.. not doing enough work because you have a lover or kids or family? Let me tell you something - a lack of self will eventually bring out the beggar in you - begging for love, begging for understanding, support, money! It's time to create a sense of purpose for yourself as well as for others! It's time to be the bigger umbrella that others want to be in shed off… and to do that would take work - work that isn't just one's vocation but ones way of living!
so be a monk, simply elegant, hard-working and self-sufficient: and yes sell your Ferraris too, coz to sell em you got to buy em first! a clear option could be a dowry, a legal dowry coming straight out of the most rewarding marriage called WORK!
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