Two days ago while I was returning home after finishing tiring busy day I happened to met a lady, who was weaving a sweater while others were annoyed due to over crowed train compartment. A girl standing next to me initiated talks with that lady and inquire if she was making it as her hobby or she sales it? The lady explained her its her hobby and it gives her happiness and sense of satisfaction so she makes it and her hobby also pays her. The girl was fascinated by the colour combination and appreciated same. This colourful conversation was continued as the girl with a big disappointment confronted that, she love to paint but being manager in XYZ MNC she cannot make and sale it as it wont suit her status, but she does painting secretly at home in her own company. The cheerful lady started laughing and reveled that she was serving State Government as Gazetted officer and work in XXX department. She travels by second class in train as she has group there, she had just missed her regular train and boarded this one.
The girl was amazed to hear it and so do I! The girl further probed the lady inquiring if her relatives are fine with her earnings out of her hobby? The lady exchanged mysterious smile and instead of answering she asked a question in return. she asked the girl if she was on the earth to lead her own life of life of other?
Girl: its my life obviously I am here to live my own life.
Lady: so why you feel, you always need to sacrifice for other?
Girl : because the lives of my dear ones are interlinked with my life exactly the way you interlace these big threads for making a sweater. I am one of the tread and my live is sweater and without those other threads, I am nothing.
Lady: absolutely. You have great skills of explaining things. It correct that, all threads are necessary to make beautiful sweater. But we woman often forget that, every thread is important and so we are!. We tend to adjust with others opinion if or if not we feel good about it. If you the one tread is not happy not energetic how would you hold others together to complete your sweater?
Girl: isn't that being selfish?
Lady: not at all. If you don't respect yourself, your feelings, your own liking how could you contribute to others? make your relatives understand worth of your emotions. If you are sacrificing ng your hobbies, creativity then my dear you are murdering happiness attached to it, which infact a barrier for you to give more love and happiness to your dear ones.
your another concerned of matching your professional status with your hobby. You work for money and money can buy anything but satisfaction and contentment. money is necessity for leading physical life and these hobbies are necessary for having healthy mind which intern necessary of stabilizing your carrier. So never underestimate your hobbies just let the creativity flow through you to empower you as human being.
I felt amazed how the lady was looking towards her life and despite of finishing equally tiring day at 9.00pm she was as cheerful as one would be at 9.00am. Initially I was listening to them just as entertainment but the lady explain life and force me to think about my emotional being. I wanted to contribute in the discussion to but unfortunately my destination was arrived and I have to get down from the train. I got down from the train with sense of contentment.
I promised myself to be happy when I heard a song from movie "Tumhari Sullu". My face was lit up when I remembered, my take away from movie " Follow your heart". Sullu the middle aged lady filled with enthusiasm and joy and happiness. The character like sullu who had dream to fly high and achieve something to satisfy her soul. She had no judgements or perception regarding any work. whatever the Sullu was doing in her life was only to satisfy her soul and celebrate her being.
What a beautiful message Sullu has left for us! I felt as if I met real life sullu who was following her heart, working at prestigious post and balancing her heart and mind. I realized I had point of view that in reality no one can follow their heart but this real life sullu has taught me a lot.
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