A ‘ Wilder’ way to life

“Don’t take life too seriously, you will never get our alive” – Van Wilder

Good movies do inspire you, they do connive and consume you into doing the inevitable. Today I watched Van Wilder again, after a really long time. Now, if you think that I am trying to draw inspiration from a movie which basically revolved around a character with his party planning schemes and eternal frat boozing, well ,you need to watch that movie again too. The movie isn’t about ‘Jesse’ from breaking bad(oh..he was in it ) looking as creepy as ever, or about Howard from Big Bang theory(…Him too), it’s about a guy and his confusion with reality, or lets just say, with himself.


As i watched the movie, It may made me somehow realise that in order to feel unlimited, we end up limiting ourselves.  We all dream of unlimited amount of money, unlimited amount of power and unlimited amount of luxury, all because we feel that all these will in turn bring us unlimited amount of happiness.Is that the truth, the real truth to life? I guess not.

When we think of a future, we don’t necessarily place my passion as a means of drawing that happiness, instead, we choose an ambition. Mind you, I said ‘choose  an ambition”, rather than the follow what interests you. Many a times we let go of our dreams trying to fit into the society, for at a point of time we dared to think the unthinkable, but when it came to doing it, the society caught on with us. We fool ourselves into believing that we are pursuing every avenue worth pursuing, and grasping every opportunity as comes, but then we end up being bereft of that lively feeling, a feeling of happiness, a feeling of fulfillment.

Mr Van Wilder didn’t place a career as a goal, rather he placed the experience drawn in life, living it day by day. The movies showed examples of how a very well pursued, calculated life might end up with a disaster if we place our goals as the utmost priorities in life whilst giving up on our ideals. This is because as we place our goals above ourselves, we feel a pressure to fulfill it, fearing that failure will diminish our being, our very existence. But that isn’t true at all, it isn’t even close to it. Sometimes its okay to be normal and okay to be average. Why fall in the rat race of the world trying to finish a race, which isn’t even yours. Do race in life, do wish to succeed, but before you do that, at least figure out ,what lies beyond that finish line is something truly yours to achieve.


Setbacks & Comebacks


Setbacks and Comebacks are two mutually exclusive events where one follows the another.The occurrence of both isn’t something sought as forthcoming, but is merely consequence of our reflections upon life and its virtues. Adversities aren’t noble guests which knock on your door, seeking permission for your attention. Rather, they are like a cavalcade of spearheaded humanoids which have blithe disregard towards your life and will kill you for good. It’s up to you, whether you want to be up in arms yourself on the other side of that door when they come knocking, or wish to present yourself as steak ready to be slaughtered.

But setbacks, as the term suggests may not always kill you. They will just push you back . It is like a litmus test of life, where the powers above test whether you will push back or not. Setbacks seek to present with themselves an opportunity for you to redeem yourself of your shortcoming and start afresh to a better beginning, a stronger beginning. As is said, “what doesn’t kill you makes you stronger” is in fact true in all regards. A person achieves true success not while envisaging a dreamy future, but whilst he battles in the face of adversity. Not everybody will have a Eureka moment while rejoicing in a bathtub. Troubles might trip you, bethrow you, but that is when you learn, you learn to be better, to be stronger; you learn that you don’t know everything there is to know, but atleast wish to try, for a life a ignorance and comfort isn’t a life lived, it isn’t a life at all.

You then make a comeback and seek greatness, when you realize that you aren’t infallible, when the blood gushing through your wounds, emotional or physical, prove testament to your mortality. You learn to grow up from your frailty and wish to be better, wish not for you past to erase itself, but just wish, that when the time comes, you have the courage to face it all over again. You learn not to regret, for you are nothing but a silhouette of emptiness without your experiences. It is when you hit rock bottom in life, do you stop digging and for a change, look up and see the light that swathes over. It is not the light of intellectualism nor is it the light of culmination, it is the light of reality which has now struck you hard and shaken you out of your complacency. It is when your self esteem can’t wither away more, there is only one way to go and that way is the way up. So jump on it and rise towards glory. This reminds of a beautiful poem by the late author Maya Angelou, ” Still I rise”.

You may write me down in history
With your bitter, twisted lies,
You may trod me in the very dirt
But still, like dust, I’ll rise.

Does my sassiness upset you?
Why are you beset with gloom?
‘Cause I walk like I’ve got oil wells
Pumping in my living room.

Just like moons and like suns,
With the certainty of tides,
Just like hopes springing high,
Still I’ll rise.

Did you want to see me broken?
Bowed head and lowered eyes?
Shoulders falling down like teardrops.
Weakened by my soulful cries.

Does my haughtiness offend you?
Don’t you take it awful hard
‘Cause I laugh like I’ve got gold mines
Diggin’ in my own back yard.

You may shoot me with your words,
You may cut me with your eyes,
You may kill me with your hatefulness,
But still, like air, I’ll rise.

Does my sexiness upset you?
Does it come as a surprise
That I dance like I’ve got diamonds
At the meeting of my thighs?

Out of the huts of history’s shame
I rise
Up from a past that’s rooted in pain
I rise
I’m a black ocean, leaping and wide,
Welling and swelling I bear in the tide.
Leaving behind nights of terror and fear
I rise
Into a daybreak that’s wondrously clear
I rise
Bringing the gifts that my ancestors gave,
I am the dream and the hope of the slave.
I rise
I rise
I rise.