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KEYS IN THE NEW YEAR


 

365 days of 2025 just went rolling by. The speed of the passing days kept increasing figuratively and here we enter 2026 with a bang. So many souls left us and so many started their new journey. None of us have any idea what is in store. Therefore…….

 

As I reflect on the passing days, I came to a few conclusions. Or, should I say resolutions? No, resolutions are meant to be broken. Call it what you want, but this much is assured that this year one would like to live more peacefully than the last one. For that….

 

Vibes and messages which float on all sorts of social media pull you farther away from peace. They have to be cut from their umbilical cord. What makes me happy stays. Rest, never mind.

 

First is to black out news and news channels, including what is fed through WhatsApp university and their ilk. What they are dishing out is no good to man or beast. A sweeping statement but a bitter truth.

 

All channels are at par, a few a shade louder and a few unpalatably uncouth. Life has become so peaceful when you listen to music of your choice instead. Buck-Buck and Blah-Blah are out.

 

The second thing which I am convinced of is that Religion and religious fanatics have been the biggest dividers. Lovers and haters are everywhere and increasing every second. All need to be ignored, just ignored. The farther away you stay, you will find peace of mind.

 

It is so easy to identify people with ‘blindness’ of many kinds. Colour blindness & creed blindness. Partial blindness, total blindness, selective blindness, even cataract. Let them see things from their perspective, you keep yours. No need to help the ‘visionless’ as they cannot see beyond their ‘blinkers’. Leave them alone.

 

Politics, politicians, and their promises, irrespective of the party or organisation they belong to, should not affect your daily life. Listen from one ear and let go from the other.

 

‘Their’ news channels add fuel to the fire and are the most divisive people on earth. One is convinced, change of power and channels will change their loyalties like a chameleon changes its colours. Better keep your ears plugged.

 

Vitamin F (Friendship) is the only dose one needs. Meet and greet your friends and family. Rest does not matter. One has seen that a fun filled evening sprinkled generously with laughter pumps blood, rather increases its circulation making blood reach those spots which were feeling its deficiency, mostly the brain. Let it flow. A friend with a good sense of humour is better than the best cardiologist in the world.

 

Lifting the spirits and bringing a smile to someone’s face should be my aim. Small gestures of goodness are the best.

 

Caring for those who cannot speak has given us so much satisfaction which feelings cannot express. Even if one bird goes with its tummy full, it makes your day. They know that they can rely on you like a good friend. What else does one need! Let us do our best.

 

Sleep will be my best exercise this year. If one can fall asleep like a log, there could be nothing better. For me, it is early to bed and early to rise, which makes me feel happy from inside. Sleep when you want, sleep without any reason, but sleep deep and well. Everything else gets sorted out automatically.

 

Pursuing my hobbies have kept me busy last year. I intend to stay in that inertia. Be it photography, gardening, writing or a combination of all these. Flowers in the garden are my wealth. Thoughts on paper touch people and I feel connected with the world.

 

Hobbies take me to the wild, teach me patience, the art to wait, watch, hear, smell, touch, feel and see things from so many perspectives. It disconnects me from the mundane and connects me to all my senses. They rejuvenate my soul and mind. Try developing a hobby.

 

Life has come to a turn where happiness is the only key, both physical and mental. This key is within every person. All those who cannot open locks get ruffled and blame that key, not realising that they are twisting it in the wrong direction. Take a break, take a pause to step back a little. That is my mantra to stay the way I want to.

 

May you find your own keys. Remember, keep the keys limited or else once the bunch gets unmanageable, one cannot find the right key at the right time and then all the frustration begins.

 

Will I be able to stand by my resolve? I wonder!!!!!

 

Wishing my family and friends a terrific New Year. HAPPY NEW YEAR

 

JAI HIND
©® NOEL ELLIS

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