The recent trip to lingerie shop gave me a much needed
insight towards life. Yes you heard it right. Lingerie shop!
So here the saga goes,
I have always had been in search of good bras which could
give me a correct fit and comfort. And I found it really hard to get one. It
was like discovering oneself or to an answer to much sought after question
“Does god exists?” The argument is still on. So is the search for truth. The
truth here being “Is there any correct fit for my cleavage? Can they ever feel
home? I will tell you my encounter with the varied set of bras. Some act like
they follow strict guidelines but the minute I get busy hanging out with my
schedule, they let my cleavage leap out providing it a freedom. Putting their
hashtag ‘breakfree’. Some don’t have strong support system and putting the
straps at place becomes another routine work like keeping the tucked hair at
place or like the parents of brattish children. They don’t listen to you yet
you yell at them. And some gives you that level of comfort where you yearn for
freedom from them more than them looking out for one. They are the ones who
keep my cleavage very close to my heart. Yes, Literally!
Nowadays, variety in
the bra fraternity is similar to the poor alphabet A which stands for so many
things. A stands for Artist, Ambedkar, Amritsar, Arjun from Mahabharat and so
on. Let me tell you my daughter’s first words book’s saga. Introducing
Alligator to a 2 year old toddler, can anyone beat that? A which stood elated
with the position as first alphabet is now shedding tears and is feeling
helpless. What happened to that fruit which kindled passion between Adam and
Eve? What happened to that fruit which has a beautiful red skin all over it
with a juicy interior inside? What happened to the humble fruit which enjoyed
the status as label for the letter A and played in the innocent mouths of
toddlers. That making it sweetest in the category of fruits. A can be nothing
but Apple. There is no replacement for Apple. They are entwined with each other
for eternity. A and Apple are the couple who enjoy marital bliss forever.
Likewise I am in search for that ‘A’ for my Apple in the middle of thousands of
options available in bra domain. The one which will keep mine stay in
equilibrium and be blissfully married to my cleavage.
Coming face to face with the level of comfort teaches you
many things. To name few, it helps you reflect on your struggles which you
faced, before you discovered the comfort, giving your life a meaning or a
bigger purpose. The comfort that I yearned and the thirst for that comfort was
quenched with the right bra. In other words, nobody wants to be stuck in a
relationship that is not making them happy, be it a bra or our personal
relationship with people or anything in this universe.
Comfort, for many, gets translated into luxury. This is a
word which is misconstrued for ages and have taken a form which is completely
different from its self. According to yours truly, comfort has two levels which
is basic and luxurious. My tryst with the right bra gets a place in basic
comfort box. So what are we doing to achieve the level of basic comfort? Why do
we put aside the goal in achieving that and toil to stay in the struggle zone
forever. It is our foolishness to stay inert at many times and not aim for the
comfortable zone. We may remain calm but our hearts will never be at peace. The
struggle sometimes captivates us and after a point of time we forget that we
ever tried to achieve the comfort.
Why keep on sulking if heaven is at the end of the tunnel?
Its you who have to pass through sticky and sickly green snatches in the recess
of the tunnel and reach out to the light at the end of it. So go on, step into
the right shoes and walk to the path of comfort. Comfort is for one who aims to
achieve it. I can understand that every person has a different definition of
basic comfort and I am not denying that. But having known what would satisfy
your need and pacify your wretched nerves, it is time we make that decision to
smoothen the wrinkles on our path and be at peace with achieved comfort. And I
am sure every person with their focused effort, can make their A meet the
Apple, regardless of the size of the struggle. Like I did mine. Pun intended.
I wish to quote the words of the acclaimed author ‘Mark
Manson’ from his book ‘The Subtle Art of Not Giving a F*&k’, “Nobody else
is ever responsible for your situation but you. Many people may be to blame for
your unhappiness, but nobody is ever responsible for your unhappiness but you.
This is because you always get to choose how you see things, how you react to
things, how you value things. You always get to choose the metric by which to
measure your experiences.”
Sensibly worded.
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