1. Punch and kick bags: I remember I was natural at beating other kids up and breaking their tooth. Not that I’m proud of it, but as kids we all have Hulk’s don’t give a f@#k attitude. I was a huge fan of Bruce Lee and Jackie Chan growing up too. Now I pursue Mixed Martial Arts with a lot of devotion.
I’m sure no one knew this, except my wife maybe. I’m sure I din’t know it myself. I was partially deaf for the last couple of years!
Yes, I didn’t realize it until it got much worse recently.
Now there could be a possible explanation as to why it took me such a long time to acknowledge it. Perhaps, just maybe, I actually enjoyed it.
There were several advantages to not being able to hear properly. I could manage the daily traffic, concerts, bars ‘n pubs, and other loud noised places with comfortable ease. I could ignore much of what people had to say by just nodding my head. The alarm clock failed to annoy me! Everyone seemed polite, even when they were angry! I didn’t have to turn the volume heavily down during ad-breaks on TV!
But what was really beautiful about it, is that I could hear myself as closely as I possibly could! Every breath, every heave, every sigh, and every little gurgle from inside of me had my full attention. With sounds from the world outside almost cut-off, the world inside my head had become a large acoustic studio for all the murmur within.
Over time, the muffled comfort soon turned into nothing short of claustrophobia. I felt trapped inside my head and I had to get out of there somehow. I couldn’t stand speaking to myself anymore. I hated my inner voice. He was too loud and mostly didn’t make much sense. Having a conversation in your head most times is the worst nightmare. To the deaf (in George Carlin’s words), they now have nicer way to put it across – to the “hearing impaired” this is an everyday reality and I now have new found respect to those unfortunate.
Sure I was an idiot for not listening to the Doctor when I happened to make a chance visit a few months ago. The reason too was simple enough – Ear Wax! I was told use to an ear wax dissolvent (Soliwax) three times for five days and come back later for cleaning. I agreed and never went back. First, I was lazy to follow the protocol religiously. Second, I was able to manage just fine. Until, last week! My left ear was completely sound-proofed. I could no longer hear anything coming in that direction even if it were a speeding train. This was followed by a deep sharp pain each time I opened and closed my jaw to chew food using molars on my left. This was it, I HAD TO visit the doctor and fix this once and for all.
So I finally did what I was recommended by the Doctor months ago and went in for my cleaning. He smiled, picked up an overweight syringe (I mean it was fat and huge and long), filled it full with water, placed a debris container next to my chin, and did a Swooooosh thing right inside my ear. Going once, going twice, and gone – A Big Fat Chunk of Ear Wax plopped out of my ear and that was it.
I have never felt a much greater sense of gratitude until that happened. If it were appropriate, I would have kissed the doctor. I wanted to scream, “I CAN HEAR! I CAN HEAR!” I had been handed the gift of being able to hear every sound more clearly all over again. I felt indebted, but just a Rs.500 fee settled it.
To some the gift of hearing is beyond what can be expressed with words. Watch this:
How do I feel? I feel like I’ve turned into Spiderman overnight. Like I’ve acquired this new super listening power. Tree leaves ruffling, every musical note in every song (I’m a musician, so this makes it extra special), the wind whistling, the clinking of dog chains, the random unexplained creaks at night, I can hear everything.
But the euphoria I’ve experienced since yesterday has only but died down come today, a Monday morning. The traffic, the horns, and the screeches, were so overwhelming that it got to a point where I felt like just closing my ears all over again. I couldn’t take it. Why are we killing this wonderful gift of hearing that we’ve been bestowed upon with noise pollution. If you don’t think its a real problem, trust me it is. Read this.
I can’t help but wonder, “Have we become accustomed to living like this?” “Are we just noisy by nature?” “Why do horns have to be so shrill?” I was wondering if we could replace all horns with good music or something so pleasant that people would smile at you before they moved. I’m positive the horns of our famous Autowallahs can be modified to play the best Jazz music! Imagine generators that played Beethoven, airplanes that took off to a heavy rock song. Can we do this? Can we modulate the noise created by machines into music? Can somebody think of this and come up with ideas?
Let me know, I’d love to hear!
Yes, I downloaded Flappy Bird the other day
(But, It’s been taken down now apparently!).
I’ve played around a little bit and I’ve even managed to score a 163 on my 30th attempt in a day or two.
Not that it’s something to boast about and I’ll explain why later.
While many struggle to get a modest two digit score, I reached my three figure score pretty easy and pretty soon. How did I do it? Well I’ve noticed that the less I focused on Flappy bird and the more I got lost in my own random thoughts I scored more.
I was taking a dump one early morning, still dreamy, and contemplating starting a new venture in fitness. When suddenly, I realized that I’d just hit my Highest three digit Score in Flappy Bird. Fluke!
Trick Learnt: Don’t focus on the bird or the pipes. Let your mind wander.
But comparing scores on Flappy Bird or giving you tips ‘n tricks was not the point of this post.
It’s ridiculous if it was, have you seen the top score?
The truth is, Flappy Bird has unknowingly taught me a thing or two about life in general.
Flying through pipes is like to going through life. You have your highs and your lows and you try to dodge them both. Your cause of doom could be an ambitious jump, a steep fall, or an unexpected distraction while you’re comfortably cruising along. Your heart beats to the rhythm of the flappy wings (albeit involuntarily) and you move forward till you get a stroke.
Your score, let’s say, is like the money you’ve manged to save and the medal you might get, as in the game, may mean nothing in the end (Best employee of the month?).
But comparing Life with Flappy Bird is not the point of this post.
The similarities are evident and quite obvious.
I only wished Flappy Bird could just stop flapping for a second, sit on a pipe, and gaze at the city that goes by in the background. But come day or night, you tap tap tap and it flap flap flaps, through the pipes, till you nose dive, and crash.
Why just pipes, I wish Flappy bird had the chance to explore new places, flock with other birds, mate, and have flappy little ones.
You remember “Angry Birds”? You do? Good. Now they seemed like a very closed knit flock, a community per se with a common goal – Kill all the piggies! They also seemed to have a lot of fun doing it. Each angry bird brought in it’s own unique skill and capability to the task at hand.
But Flappy Bird on the contrary, is lonely and it flaps around aimlessly in one direction. It’s whole purpose is to “Survive” the next hurdle. Nothing more nothing less.
But wishing what Flappy Bird could be and comparing it with Angry Birds was not the point of this post.
Each game has had it’s own successful run and yes, has go on to become extremely popular.
But I’d definitely like to give a pat in the back for those who failed to cross a single digit mark or best, never played the game at all.
You see, YOU are the Flappy bird. You run through life just dodging pipes (buying things, saving, earning, rinse repeat). You’re always dreaming of making your life better while still flapping away to survive. Like a rat on a spinning wheel. You don’t spare time for things that matter most. You’re busy flapping. You don’t stop to wonder if all of this flapping is really what you want to do.
Is this end goal worth your whole life?
I mean you have the gift of flight, what you would really do? Where would you go? How high would you soar?
Finally! I think I’ve made my point.
A lot of hype always surrounds Valentine’s day. Why not? There’s a lot of business to be made. Expectant Lovers waiting to be swept off their feet with surprises and gifts. Not that there’s anything bad about it, but I think Love, “You know, like that feeling you feel inside?” gets lost under all this glitter and extravagance.
This New Year, a gentle reminder:
Your Job is to Live!
Your profession is to excel in whatever it is you enjoy doing.
Your career path is to grow taller, stronger, wiser and become a better human being.
Your ultimate desire in life is to be loved and cared for.
Your uncompromising principles to live by are to sleep well, eat hearty, exercise like crazy, work hard, and always remember to have fun.
If anyone (society, parents, lovers) ever tells you otherwise, tell them to “Get a Life!” (pun intended).
- King Comet
I wish you timeless moments with your family.
Moments that take precedence over notifications on your phone/tablet, your digital life, your work, your business, or your startup.
I wish you unplanned and impulsive travel to unexplored places. Places where you get to reinvent yourself, free from distractions, mindless routine, and clutter.
I wish you unrestrained clarity and flow of words.
Words that’ll help you reach out to the world and convey your grandest ideas, thoughts, feelings, and stories in only the best way possible.
I wish you peak health.
Health which can be measured in how fast, how long, and how far you can push yourself.
I wish you abundant creative success.
Success which solves real problems, improves lives, creates awe, inspires others, and brings joy, cheer, and happiness to everyone.
I wish you unprejudiced Love.
Love that overpowers societal expectations, rules, and norms.
I wish you unlimited fun.
Fun that de-stresses, relaxes, rejuvenates, entertains, and makes you come alive.
Last but not the least,
I wish you “Life” in 2014.
Life that is worthy of being cherished and remembered.
- King Comet
2013 was a test. But then again, everything is a test.
In 2013, I’ve survived.
I’ve survived personal upheavals and professional dilemmas of the worst kind.
But then again, there’s a saying -
What doesn’t kill you only makes you stronger.
It’s true. I feel “Fitter” than ever, literally.
Thanks to last eight months of Hardcore Mixed Martial Arts training @Fitness Fight Club.
When my brain needed a break, I let my body to the talking.
Being “Fit” turned more into an obsession than a resolution in 2013. I think I might have just sweat more than all of my 3o yrs combined this year!
Being a True Fighter comes from within. It is your unbreakable Inner Strength and unmatched Inner Spirit.
This Ad conveys this beautifully.
I’ll be ending 2013 on a high. In a way, I think I already have!
December 7th, 2013 – My first official White Collar Boxing bout for Charity organized by FFC.
I fought with a “still healing” fractured Right Hand thumb!
December 25th, 2013 – Christmas! and voila! We have a New Car!
If it’s Survival of the Fittest. Then, in 2013, I’ve “Survived” and trained myself to be as “Fit” as ever!
Ironically, 2014 I feel, will be my best year yet. How do I know that? I got a feeling, you know…like that song.