"The Greatest Test Of Man Isn't The Battles He Fight But The Wait Has To Endure Before Them."
Sometimes, I wish I never stopped writing. Sometimes I wish that once and for all I say what I wanna say and then it ends. It all ends. But no matter how many times I have tried, something’s always there. It waits. It just keep on waiting. And it looks at me and tells me that I have to wait also. That wait has made me wait for more than 8 1/2 years now. And it still does. I don’t know why. I have tried to ask it. I have waited for the answer. I have been longing for the end. But I am here. Still waiting. While I see the world move on, I still wait. Like an unknown force keeping me tied up. Like a Punishment that never ends. It tests me and tries to break my spirit. Screws with my head and implants fear in me. The fear of failures and disappointments. This wait is torture. It is purgatory. It keeps you in the same place and every moment over there feels like centuries. It eats you alive limb by limb and breaks your strength. There is nothing more dreadful than Waiting. And I know how long I have been here. I cry silently ‘cause this wait does’t allow me to connect with the ones I love. My desires are kept to myself. My passions are taken away from me and all I see in blankness. But I am still here. Still waiting for the answer. Still waiting for the end. And I am still surviving. This wait has tried everyday to break my will and spirit. But it fails every time ‘cause I can’t quit. I have never learnt to quit.
"Somewhere, something incredible is waiting to be known."
You know, I have been called selfish. Not just there in the outside world but even for my blogs. I remember a while back one of my readers told me that I only write about myself. That my blogs are self-centred. That I shouldn’t be this way and understand that just like me everyone else is also fighting a hard battle. At that time, I was pissed off and hurt by that comment but that person was right. I only write about me. But trust me, in the moments with myself I always think of that one blog which I will dedicate to everyone except me. i think of saying thanks to them. But then, as you know that this blog is published in a public forum, writing names and disclosing a part of their lives may not be the right thing to do. So I hold myself back. But I know what they are going through. As Rashad Evans said, “We all are fighters. Everyone on this planet is fighting for something.” And I agree with him. I am not the only one who is fighting. I know so many people who are in tougher situations than me but who are still fighting. I admire these men and women. I respect the hell out of them. And for me they all are heroes and warriors. Why will I talk about them now you ask? Well, when you aren’t doing anything besides waiting, you tend to see life from a deeper perspective and when you do that, you see that there are people out there who are braver then you are and who are fighting a harder battle then you. I do sound like a self-centred prick most of the time but I guess that is the Leo trait in me. But before I finish this paragraph and start talking about myself again, I just wanna say Thank You to all whom I have met and to all those who have inspired me. You are Warriors and Fighters and I believe if you stay the path and fight the wait, you will eventually see the silver lining, ‘cause no matter how tough this Wait, I somehow believe in that also.
"Life was always a matter of waiting for the right moment to act."
Before you start reading this paragraph I just wanna say that I am going to be writing about Mma. So, in case you are a Cricket fanatic like the rest of India or a football lover like the rest of the world, you should skip this paragraph completely. I am sorry but I am deeply in love with Mma. I really can’t have enough of it. And I think as the days goes by, in all of my entries, there will surely be a paragraph, completely and always dedicated to Mma. I have been in love many a times with many a things but I have never been in love with something so deeply as Mma. I can vouch for that. The way those fighters are, their lifestyle, their training, the way they are in general, it is like heaven for me. I feel so much of joy when I see UFC Live events on Sony Six and get my Mma Tees from Mma Ware House. I feel so happy when I imagine myself training in a Mma gym in America. Trust me, when I wanna feel immensely happy in this wait of mine, I only think of Mma. Mixed Martial Arts and an alternative reality associated with it. And I am very happy in that reality. Mma gives me an escapism. It frees me from these cages. And the prisons of wait. Mma is my happy word and it fills my heart with joy and bliss. I have told you many a times before through my blogs that i have always loved pain and I have always wanted to test my limits. Well, Mma lets me do that. Every day. Day in and day out. If you don’t believe me, go and see their their videos on youtube. Those guys are freaks and I look up to all of them and at the same time I envy them ‘cause in their countries they have the tools and space and the mind set where they can have the pleasures of Mma. Where I am from, people can’t look beyond six stumps and for some reason, they want that all year long! But it is what it is over here and there is nothing I can do to change that now, in the position I am in. But this wait you see, it starts making you feel like shit and fills you up with insecurity and worse than that it fills you with doubt. But no matter how dark it gets here, there is this tiny voice inside of me, which still believes. Which still believes that the light will come and one day this suffering will be over.
"Whatever we are waiting for - peace of mind, contentment, grace, the inner awareness of simple abundance - it will surely come to us, but only when we are ready to receive it with an open and grateful heart."
For my previous blog, Complete Randomness, a very close friend of mine told me that I was trying to hard. He was asking me why was I so open and free about my emotions? He told me that the world does’t deserve to know. He was right from his point of view but you see, my point of view is different. When you are waiting for things to happen for you, you try to release all the pumped-up anger you in you and vent out and in the process feel better and that is why I have always stated that these blog entires have been a great stress buster for me. And even though I may not write down the entire truth, I do feel better by the end of every entry. It is like I am giving myself a psychiatric session. But I want the world to know. I want someone to know. These entries sure are stress-busters but they are also a cry for help. A signal to save me. So, being the stubborn son a gun that I am, I keep on expressing and typing and writing and believing that one day someone will respond. That one day I will finally live the life of my dreams. That one day, real freedom will be mine’s to keep. That one day I will live a life according to me. A life in which I don’t have to take anyone’s shit and not listen to anyone. Even if their opinions are out of care or not. I live in that belief that one day I will be Me. Completely. In and Out. This Wait, no matter how bad it is can also change you in ways you thought you could never be. Like for example, if you ever had come to my madh bungalow before and checked out my hall, room and bathroom, you would had seen things which didn’t belong there but where kept ‘cause I was too attached to them. But now, as this Wait is finally getting to me, the anger in me has also triggered a certain serenity in me. A serenity for me to have the will to let go of things. And not an inch of me is regretting that. In fact, the larger hall and bigger bathroom space is only making me better and happier. I have given away mostly all of my clothes and shoes. I have given them to the needy and to my staff. All my old books and accessories have also been distributed. Perfumes which I didn’t use are now in the hands of people who cherish them and more importantly than that, in my head, I am imagining a world in which my wait is over and in that world I don’t a 1,000 perfumes or a billion shoes. I only have one brand of perfume. That one good body wash and those simple pain of jeans. The Wait can surely show you horrors you never want to bare witness too. But me, I have in a cleansed my soul in them.
"Ask yourself whether the dream of heaven and greatness should be waiting for us in our graves - or whether it should be ours here and now and on this earth."
So that is it my readers. This is where I am today. In this place called the Wait. I wish I could had told you more about what I am going through and how I feel. But I know I can’t. So I wait. I just wait, wait and wait. Given the situation I am in, I have no other choice also but to Wait. Wait while I see others do what I wanna do. But it is ok. I have been in this place for long, I can be for a while longer also. This wait can make me cry and install fear in me and fill me up with anger and hate but it won’t break my will. It never has. It never will. I have always been a fighter and I always will be a fighter. I will never stop fighting. No matter how tough it gets. I will always find joy within me. I will go to my happy place and live there. I will recharge and survive there and find my bliss there. But I won’t give up. I won’t give up until the voice inside of me tells me to stop. The fire in me still burns and even when I am down and low and sick and tired, I will get up once again and clinch my fists and fight. Life has tested me enough but somehow it wants to test me some more. So if it thinks it has finally broken me after 8 1/2 years, it is completely wrong ‘cause I still have a lot of fight left in me. But one thing I truly wish from the bottom of my heart before I end this entry is that no one deserves this wait. No one deserves this Punishment. No matter how much bad you have been and no matter how evil you are, no one deserves this kind of a wait. I wish one day I have the power to end the wait for all those who are waiting. To give those brave souls what all they deserve. I wish to meet them and give them joy and show them the light. I wish this wait comes to no one. And I wish this wait ends for all those who are in it.
This is Me, Mahaakshay Chakraborty And I Am Waiting …
With All My Might,
Your No.1 Fan,
"It is strange that the years teach us patience; that the shorter our time, the greater our capacity for waiting."