“Simple living and high thinking
were slowly replaced by simple thinking and high living.”
This one line by journalist
Suresh Menon best summed up the sheer tragedy of cricketer Mohammad
Azharuddin’s career and his role in the match-fixing crisis of the late 1990s. In my own personal and professional life, I have
encountered people on all ends of the spectrum encompassing the different combinations
of quality of thinking and standard of living.
In some instances, the same people have, at least in my mind, gone from one
part of the spectrum to another.
I have had my share of growth, stagnation
and dips in my life. These have had a direct
bearing on the level of confidence that I experience internally as well as the
comforts that form part of the externals. (Although in the case of confidence,
or lack thereof, and its relation to success or failure, it’s hard to gauge
what is the chicken and what is the egg.)
I would be lying if I said that it is only the ineffable minutiae of interpersonal
interactions that have mattered to me. There
have indeed been material possessions such as watches and cars that have given
me much joy.
There are times when I do set my
sights on the next ‘best’ (I am using that term loosely) thing that I want to
acquire in due course of time. I am certain
that there have been instances (hopefully few and far between) when I may have
come across as boastful or appearing incapable of having my head connected to
my shoulders or my feet rooted to terra firma.
Over time, upon reflection, I have felt compelled to find ways to internalize
and compartmentalize the joys that I derive from material possessions. Successes are best shared with a small set of
trustworthy people. In this day and age
of social media overexposure, there is constant pressure to advertise and
amplify moments of happiness for public consumption. In the tradition of most life lessons, the crucibles
of character precede the lessons learned.
I have passed on some occasions, failed on others. But the lessons have mostly stuck. And arguably, the most important learning has
been around the currency of relationships.
Several social science papers and
articles have characterized time, trust, words and gestures as reliable currencies
of trusted relationships. Based on the
relationships that I have had, be it family or friends, respect is the most
reliable barometer of a relationship. Respect
is the currency that appreciates in value in relationships that flourish. And I think of respect both in terms of the
self and respect for the other person.
Both are important. I sincerely believe
that we need to have a healthy amount of respect for ourselves in order to
develop a quiet confidence that, in turn, enhances our relationships. A healthy amount of self-respect eclipses the
odious effects of insecurity that can incapacitate a relationship. And an inherent respect in the other person can
reduce differences in lifestyle choices (or ‘quality’, again defined loosely) to
a mere fact, not a factor. Deep-rooted respect
is what makes us genuinely savor the ingredients that make the other person
happy, not what we define as the recipe for happiness or success.
The benchmark for a relationship
that existed indelibly despite socioeconomic differences, tastes, interests and
tangible comforts, was the friendship that my maternal grandpa – a lifelong
employee of Reserve Bank of India- had shared with his best friend, the chairman
of a conglomerate. (Neither of them is alive.)
Pretty much everything that I have written above are the result of
introspection through observation (and many an anecdote) of what I reckon to be
the gold standard of a relationship. A kinship
where equality was defined in terms of the amount of respect, affection and
security afforded to one another.
I do hope that in the autumn of
my life that I would get to relish and reflect on relationships like the one my
grandpa and his friend shared. Thanks to
them, I know that it is possible to let the quality of “high thinking” co-exist
peacefully with the elements of “high living.”
The odds remain high as long as the currency of respect does not get
demonetized.
2 comments:
Ram : That 3rd para from the last is a killer ! How the hell do you write like this ?????
Thank you so much, Zola, for your kind words of encouragement.
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