Showing posts with label Fact of Life. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Fact of Life. Show all posts

Wednesday, July 4, 2012

Perfect but Not so Perfect

My colleague while having lunch today asked me "How do you draw a perfectly thick eye liner, every day. It looks so thick and very well balanced and flawless. How long does it take you to do it"?

I told her "take a closer look", she asked me why. "Just do it" I said.

Then I asked "what do you see",

"Your eyes" she said.

"Look at my eyeliner you moron" I said.

"Yes. It's your eyes with the eyeliner that I see now. Will you cut the crap and tell me" she said.

"Can you tell if the eyeliner is actually perfect, the length, the edge of the drawing, the width", I said.
After looking at my eyes deeply for a few second, then she said "yeah, it’s not the same length, the width actually seems off a bit".
I was smiling to her and I said "you are looking at it as it appears but in actual fact it is not as perfect as it seems".
She smiled and we walked back to our place to continue with work.
I think life is the same way.
Anything and everything can and will look simply perfect, flawless if we think it is.

Same as my eyeliner story, this is about me wearing a Saree.

Saree is our traditional Indian costume and refer here for elaborate details on it. "Coz I'm not talking about Saree here".

I love to wear Saree, but had a tough time learning to tie/wear one actually. Hence, my sister (twin) will be the one whom I will sort after for help, for any occasion that requires Saree.

While she is doing me a huge favor, I would make fuss that she is just not doing it the right way. (I regret those moments now)...@-@

I would sulk throughout the time I'm donning it. I would complaint endlessly that it's just not worn correctly, there seem to be a lengthy part in it and blah blah blah.....
And now that she is married and staying away from our house, especially away from me. I had no choice but to learn how to wear the Saree on my own. It wasn’t difficult, even though I could put it on for someone else, I find it difficult to wear it myself most of the time. Especially if it’s those though to handle materials. **There is zillions of it, trust me**

Over the time, over hard work and precision of technique I learned that it actually needs not to be perfect in every angle. And it’s pretty interesting that, what I learned is actually how to hide the flaws of the Saree flawlessly is what makes it exquisite in a way.
I had to attend an Indian Classical based show, invited by a friend. I was adamant to myself to wear a Saree but I was also worried that it might take me more time to actually wear it properly.

I had limited time to wear it as I was running behind schedule (the usual thing because of my visit to my Hairdresser, very typical of me). To my surprise I did not even stand in front of the mirror and fidget the Saree to make it look perfect, while I wore it. Instead I sort of rushed the entire process in less then quarter of the usual time that I spent completing the mission, because I did not want my friend waiting up for me.

To my surprise, I was complimented by my sister that my Saree looked beautiful and perfectly tied. And I was standing there and thinking to myself again and again that I did not wear it properly because I had secured the Saree with safety pin and my selection of Saree type (the material is the easy going one).

And then it came to my sense that, the Saree type and the safety pin did the trick for the day and saved me the compliments.
What I learned is that, the harder we try to make everything to look perfect the more it would fail.
Sometimes, a little invisible flaw and technical fixing at the background like my invisible safety pins does give the Saree an entirely unexpected appearance that it looked absolutely flawless.

So to speak Perfect but actually not so Perfect.



Sunday, June 17, 2012

Happy Fathers Day..

At 6am, when i struggle out of bed to get ready to school, he is already sweating himself in our kitchen preparing the breakfast meals to sell with my mom. Then when we leave to school and he will still be doing the chores of packing the food to carry it with him. That's how he used to feed us by earning extra income..

While I'm quite active in sports activity in school i never failed to have an ardent fan in the school field. he will be carrying his motorcycle helmet and walk his way down to the field to see us play the game.
my friends loved to see him as he was a great support to all of us..

I remember another moment, when I've already started college and as usual, did not do so well in one of my semesters and failed a paper.
The only lecture i got from him was, a hug and encouraging word telling me not to worry. things will get better, do your best the next time.
The struggles i used to see him encounter was countless and the effort and hard work he used to put to see us successful is enormous. i could never count the numbers of times I've seen him tire.

There was a time my mom gave me cash of 500 to give my dad to pay rent for our store. i lost the money along the way and i was very worried and torn between fear because of what my dad would say. and as well guilt of not being careful and getting scolded. Because my dad has short temper and sometimes it is unpredictable why and what he would have to say for my carelessness. Least did i know what would to expect.
a hug and soothing word calming my sobs telling me money can be earned do not worry my sweetie.. 
like the above, there is countless moments in my life that i can think of the best times I've had with my dad. i try to cherish each and every one of them.
Because he never ceased to surprise us, as we grew with his unspoken strength and determination to give us the best. His will power to fight each day as it comes with extreme perseverance.
He was and is my hero at any time.... i miss him a lot but I'm sure he is watching us peacefully knowing he has made all of us to be who we are now.. Happy Fathers Day..