Excellence is not a skill, it’s an attitude

We all seek excellence in every step of our life. It is the resultant outcome of our inbred spirit to be a classified member of the club where superiority reigns uncontested. Excellence signifies doing any work with flawless perfection. To achieve perfection is not a magic stroke; on the contrary it is a continuous process with unending spirit. Before going into any further elaborate discussion we must understand the abstruse meaning of excellence in terms of perfection. Otherwise the entire discussion will be confusing.

Many of us are under the obtrusive opinion that excellence is propelled by the sophisticated skill. They are well convinced that the outstanding skill of doing any work can only be interpreted in terms of excellence. Anyone may raise question on the substantiality of their opinion because it can be hardly be established in reality uncontested or without any debate. There runs a very common saying that when there is smoke there is a strong possibility of fire. Just as it when there is a scope debate there is obviously a parallel opinion with logical base. So we should think it twice before drawing any inference on the issue.

Excellence is always appreciated. It leaves an indelible impression in our mind without raising any dispute. But at the very outset we should learn the chemistry of excellence. An approval of outstanding skill is not the basic recipe of success. Excellence is an attitude in series with iron determination when we want to achieve anything with flawless perfection. But we should remember perfection does not have any specific destination. It is one by one milestone. As life is a long way to go there are so many milestones of perfection we are to cross. Naturally one time excellence in a life is of no use and it is hardly taken into account at a price of worth.

Naturally excellence is a strong and positive attitude all along the life. Life is beautified with a garland of so many excellences. It is attitude that helps us to gather perfection in different orbits of life. If we do have a win-win spirit as our basic attitude the term excellence contributes chiefly in our life. Why do we thrive for excellence? It’s undoubtedly a question to be well thought. Excellence propels our life to the zone of satisfaction. None can overrule the contribution of satisfaction in our life. Satisfaction runs after further satisfaction because it does not have any specific magnitude.

Satisfaction is alive for a temporary period. It is not ever lasting. It erodes as a practice. Naturally we are always in search of renewal of satisfaction. In absence of strong and positive attitude question of further satisfaction remains ever unreachable. None can move even an inch towards excellence in renewal if he is too coward to take the challenges of life. Challenges of life can be well intercepted provided we do have an attitude to defeat those in an indomitable spirit. So, attitude to life is the basic element to trace out excellence in repetition in course of life. I beg to differ with those who advocate that excellence is upgrading skill. For argument sake if it were accepted to a percentage even the last word of excellence is attitude, nothing else as such.                

        

Tonight is very much restless

It is perhaps the longest night of the year. It is passing away silently without creating any commotion. It is undoubtedly a conscious approach. This night may be of mine or of yours or of anyone else, uncalled for. This night does not have any specific beauty to be accounted for with a noting. It is a usual night, not at all interested to stir the atmosphere with any significant message. It is the night of secrecy as it wants to hide its beauty before all. Why is this secrecy, it may invite a controversial debate without any conclusive solution. Who cares for a solution? It is going away and let it pass away as it seeks no intervention. Yet it is a night in the longest span. It may envelop mysteries in different form and context. It is in undefined restlessness.

This restlessness is trying to tear out the intricate bonding of night in absolute hallucination. This illusive night wants to build up an intimate relationship with all of us in its total restlessness. Responding to its call travelers of night come down on the street. It is now almost midnight. An intoxicated man is found at a distance right under the lamppost. He is trying to say something incoherently looking up in the starry sky. There is none in the street to share him with his incoherent speech. Still he is telling something in a contesting mood. He is showing his total no-confidence to the restless spirit of the night. Let night remain in total silence holding its mysteries. This restlessness is out and out unbecoming to the characteristics of night. The drunkard man is throwing challenge to this night because he is not in a position to accommodate it. Every night is very much known to him. He is the part and parcel of the episodes of night. Tonight is unfamiliar to him. This night is not giving him the requisite company. He is completely alone tonight. Where will he go now? A shelterless man seeks shelter under the canopy of open star studded sky. Each and every night makes him alive covering him with a black blanket. This restless night is trying to squeeze his longing to remain alive. Tonight is treacherous lending no concession to the man.

It is now one o’clock. A flesh trader woman is still standing in front of the door for a prospective client. She did never spend a night without a customer. Tonight is very much aching to her. She is having everything to attract a male customer. She has a very attractive vital statistics. She is always responding to her clients with no cheating subject to her sexual appeal. Her clients do never show any aversion as she is a very popular flesh trader in the red light area. Yet she is not booked this night. But she is very much in need of money tomorrow morning for her ailing mother in the village. She is now in deep agonized thinking. No night plays any false to her. But this restless night is somewhat exception. Tears start tricking down her eyes out of frustration. She is thinking to punctuate her life by any sense.

That intoxicated man comes forward. Both of them are equally unhappy this night for obvious reasons. Their line of thinking may be different. But fact remains, they are discontented tonight. Life has come to both of them as crescent life. The man wants to have a talk with the flesh trader woman in total intoxication. But there is natural refusal from the side of flesh trader woman because she wants a client. She does not have any intention to waste time without any prospect. Two aimless identities are standing face to face. Their self identities are already lost in the tug of war of life.

“This man can never be the rescuer of her”, the flesh trader woman does have a soliloquy,” It is not the time to waste. A prospective client may appear at any moment. Better to avoid this intoxicated man.”

“What are thinking lady? This night is not for you and not of mine. Both of us will be deprived of our target. This night wants to denude both of us. Give up your prospect this night. It will remain uselessness to you. Forget my case.” The man mutters incoherently.

The lady can not resist her but to burst out into tears with a wailing cry,” I need money for my mother’s treatment. Who will give me money next morning if none comes forward to me as a client this night? Where will I go now?”

The man smiles meaningfully and says.”I am for you this night. I don’t believe womenfolk. Frailty thy name is woman. I am today a lost identity because every woman plays false with me in due deliberation. Yet I will stand by you tonight as you are in the deep sea now in utter despondence. There is none to stand by in your adversity. I will accompany you to your room. Let me show the way.”

The woman is now endlessly confused. What to do now? Ultimately after a long mental tussle she takes the man to her room as a practice. According to customary she comes forward to the man for an enjoyment.

The man at once stands up in a spark and giving his intoxication he says,” Look, I don’t want to touch you. Woman body is a catalyst poison to me. I have come to your room as a friend in need. I want to share your frustration with you. Both of us are the victim of social decadence. This night is chilled. I require a shelter in order to avoid the biting of the cold. I will pay you for your generousity. This is much and nothing more. This restless night has tied us up in a single thread. Be grateful to this restless night. I am awfully pauper. Road is now my only address. Still I have some money in my pocket. Take that out and it may help you in the morning.”

The flesh trader woman is completely confused now. She never wants anything without giving a labour as a sexual worker. This man is really queer. Yet he should be respected. She is obliged to this restless night for a new assignment to the meaning of life. She is well satisfied to day for opening up a new chapter in her life.                                     

Who are you in my courtyard?

You come in deaf silence and exit too unresponsive silence not disclosing your nomenclature. It has become your practice not to disclose your credential. This attitude of yours is not explainable to me. This is contradictory to fact that I am unwilling to take interest on you. You are genuinely known to me. But I fail to recognize you. Memory is not responding me as it used to do earlier. I am not in a position to make out the reason of happening so. I always prefer to walk down the memory lane and I am passionate doing so. To look back sincerely is my passionate hobby. I do so in order to set up an intricate bonding between the past and the present. I am very much inclined having a reconciliation statement of my past and the present. I always seek a strong unification between the present and the past in search of a new way to walk along for future. Still I am becoming forgetful. It should never be to any consideration. I must have to know your identity by any sense. I have taken up that challenge of doing that by any means. I don’t permit you to conceal your identity under a gauzy veil of mystery.

Loneliness is now the best of my companion. Recently I prefer to remain in complete self- absorption. I would like to alienate myself from all attachments, but once I pampered those out of my passion. My passionate feelings and emotions were very much inclined to my diversified attachments. I used to run from one end to another in hectic mood under the attractions of those attachments. I was then very much caring to my attachments because those were the constant sources of fuel of my living in sprightliness and upbeat spirit. And that man is totally of no attachment now. Indifference in deep solitude loves me at present as a lover loves his or her beloved in ultimate passion. Yet you peep in my silent courtyard to turn me restless with no reason at all. What is the benefit out of it? It is perhaps a conspired effort to have a renewal of my spirit of attachment.

My present mental set up solicits peace and harmony not being disturbed even the least. I am now an avid searcher of the beauty in complete loneliness. Mental restlessness aches me much from the root. It disturbs me now all the way. I am completely averse to any kind of disturbances. My mental appetite finds its satiety in desolateness. I am now almost the setting sun with countdown being started in an unknown moment. Naturally I don’t want to give anyone any entry within my own ambit. Who are you the disguised trespasser within my own courtyard right at this moment when I prefer to be as companionless? Why are you disturbing me in frequent intervals? This is completely unfair to disturb anyone without any disclosure of identity. I am now very much tired because long fighting in the battle of life. My life did never spare me under any consideration. Chain of weariness was my only possession because life never came close to me with meaningful presentation. A life without prospect in life always seeks its solace in complete loneliness.

You may be very much close to me. You prefer to remain unexposed. I also don’t want to disturb you in this context. Let our relationship not being authenticated or established forever. No harm will take place in our movement. We will remain alive within our own orbit of concept and thinking. But I would make you only one request that never try to intrude upon as a trespasser within the specific ambit of my movement because it destabilizes my mental peace and I am now very much dependent on it. I want live a few more days in my own world. Please extend your helping hand as a friend.           .