Mood swings
are common and our pets are a testimony to this phenomenon called ‘mood’. We
humans have this tender tendency of fluctuating mood-mood swings. Yet the
‘fairer- gender’ considering themselves compassionate and tender more than the
‘lesser gender’ is an irony of life. That mood swings are more common in the
fairer gender, if you know what I mean!
Considering
the human tendency, mood is the tour de
force of all the activities and undertakings. Consider this, I love reading
books of whatever sort and genre but at times I don’t have that urge from the
inside to touch one. This is simply because I don’t want to do something
different but mood is off. Had it been otherwise, I would have delved into
imagination and digested hordes of chapters all at once.
So how do we
get ourselves in mood for doing whatever we like to do, often? Of course,
there’s no one single remedy to get us into mood and it perfectly differs from
individual to individual. For me getting in mood has to be triggered by some
beer. Even this very write-up or you may say a review was triggered by a few
bottles of the mood-swinger. May be this is the very reason why so many
journalist friends of mine drink to kill their stress. Believe me journalism is
a stressful job. An idea will take ages to write it down and it would take even
longer to write a proper sentence. For me, I suppose I have found not a good
remedy but it helps for now at the cost of my internal organs going astray. I
am not suggesting you to experiment with my mood swinger but I hope that
someday perhaps you too will come across a mood swinger that will turn you on.
It can be a woman, drink, cigarette, an evening walk, a morning jog, an
afternoon siesta, a shower, an object, a painting, some music, a coffee, you
name it!
But all in
all we do have mood shifts and this undefined feeling of mood is immortalized
in a poem by our own Bhutanese poet, Gopilal Acharya. The poem I am referring
to is “Getting in Mood” from the book “Dancing to death” by Gopilal Acharya. Just see if it stirs your imagination.
Getting in Mood
It has been an average life so far
And I don’t feel great about it
There are times when I feel
I have done my bit,
though
But guilt persists
Like the hair on your body
I gues it was designed thus, this life
To be pretty futile and average
But I get in mood to live more when the
Evening comes bringing darkness along
Tonight, too, I can be a fugitive again
And live my at an average pace
Unseen, unheard, unknown
May be this is the very reason why so many journalist friends of mine drink to kill their stress.
ReplyDeleteHa ha you got it. I too seek occasional solace in drinks... a bottle or two doesn't do much harm, I know it...
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