Self-Musings

Your Mind is a Fool!

It was a cool, breezy day of February 2018, when everyone was busy enjoying the weather, I was sitting on my study table trying to figure out why tanΘ was equal to sinΘ / cosΘ. The pain of class 10th Maths and the pressure of performing well in the Board exams was short-lived as something even more serious

was coming my way. I fell severely ill and felt as if there was no way out of it, I felt as if I had lost the battle with the exams that were going to start in a couple of weeks from now, that I had lost the battle with myself. I wonder if you have ever had that feeling…?

Early on in the class 10th session I was determined that I was going to perform well in the exams and was going to prove to myself that I could do it but that dream soon went far away from me as I fell ill.

I wanted to be cured, obviously, so I went to the doctor to get some Homeopathic medicine, yes, those tiny little sweet tablets. Day one passed, day two passed, day three passed, but there wasn’t any significant improvement in my body during those three days. So, when Homeopathic medicine didn’t work, my mom suggested that we should go for Allopathic medicine. For some it was a piece of cake to have those tablets and syrups, in fact, one of my friends used to carry Combiflam to school each day and used to have it in place of toffees. I knew I wasn’t that guy. I was the kind of person who had to chant the whole Hanuman Chalisa to have one tablet. And syrup? Well, even the power of Hanuman wasn’t enough for me to drink a spoonful of syrup without puking.

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After getting the prescription, I somehow managed to have the tablets twice that day, but now was the turn to have the syrup at night. I quite vividly remember what happened when I was having that syrup. So, I had my dinner and now it was the time to have that syrup. My mom came up to me with a spoonful of that syrup and asked me to have it, I held my breath because I cannot stand the smell of it. I brought the spoon close to my mouth and on the other side, I could see my mom, cheering me, saying, “Yes, you can do it! You can do it!” I put the syrup in my mouth and my mom goes, “YES! YOU DID IT! I told you it was going to be easy.”

But at that very moment, something inside of me doesn’t agree on taking the syrup in and I rush to the washroom and throw up. Everything that I had eaten during the day comes out in one go including the syrup. I could very distinctly identify my lunch from my dinner. Please don’t try to picture what that would have looked like or else you’d have to rush to the washroom to throw up, or perhaps you won’t be able to put anything in your mouth for at least the next two days. I was angry and I brushed passed my mom who had followed me to the washroom and said, “YEAH! I DID IT!” and rushed to my bedroom.

So much was happening during that time I didn’t know what to do, but then I decided to call a friend of mine, Sameer, to distract myself from what all had just happened. He is the kind of fellow who always resorts to be excited and just as he picked up the phone he started boasting about how he had completed the whole Maths syllabus and what all he was going to do next, he didn’t even wait for me to say something but when finally, he stopped speaking, I started to talk, he could guess from my voice that I wasn’t well, so he asked, “Hey dude! You alright?” and I was like “I don’t know man, I’m so sick that I don’t even know what’s going on around me…”

“Oh! You sound terrible… but why are you so sick?”
“Can’t say, man. The doctor says it’s some kind of flu and stuff, I can’t actually recall what he said, but I do remember him saying it might get worse and –”
He interjected me here and said, “No, no, no, that’s not what I’m asking, I want to know why you think you are ill?”
I gave it a thought and replied, “I don’t know, but the point is –”
He cuts me ruthlessly once again and asked, “Why do you think you should be well or healthy?”
What was he trying to prove I had no clue but still I replied by saying, “So that I can do what I want to do like maybe, study for the exam or something”
“So isn’t it funny that you are thinking only about the illness but you don’t know why it happened, but you do know why you want to be healthy but still not thinking about that part.”

I knew exactly what he was saying and I decided to change the way I was behaving from now onwards…

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The next day I took out the best of my clothes and wore them just feel more charged up and to get rid of all the negative vibes floating around me. I decided that whenever I saw myself in the mirror I would smile and I would remind myself that I was the best. I usually said to the mirror that “Look what good shape you are in now!”

This helped me a lot because I could control the way I was thinking and channelize my energy in the right place.

But the main battle was with that syrup bottle which contained some greenish-yellow substance which according to the doctor was supposed to taste very sweet but as and when it entered my mouth it turned into the worst substance that I had ever tasted.

But I remembered my friends’ words and the next time my mom came up to me with that spoonful of syrup, I WAS READY. I took the spoon in my hand, held my breath (I still cannot bear that smell) and then I said to myself, “It is going to be fun! You’re going to love it!” and drank that syrup and fell still for the next 10 seconds, I wanted to know if I throw up yet again or not. But as it turned out I didn’t. Now I knew the crack to it. I had the syrup daily and was cured in just a few days.

So now I know, our mind always pretends to be the smartest but is not at all smart. In fact, you can make it believe anything and it won’t ask you any questions. That’s what the concept of “All is well” from the film 3 Idiots by Rajkumar Hirani is all about. You don’t give your mind a choice to think in any other way than you want it to think.

You can tell your mind that it’s snowing outside and you’re feeling cold, and the mind would believe it. You can tell your mind that this is the best blog you’ve ever read and it will believe it, even though it is true.

Because my dear friends, your mind is a fool and you are its MASTER take it wherever you want to take it, it’ll always follow your lead.

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