Hurdle Race!

It was fun watching a hurdle race, till my turn came to participate into one! Now that fun part got diluted a little. I could get over the hurdles, but the time factor, and the competitor was the real hurdle, not that 'hurdle' itself!!! It was the high school ground, and the supervisors were our 'drill-masters' as we were taught to refer to them. The 'drill-sir' seemed in no 'way' concerned about the hurdles that these hurdles and the competitors created in my tiny head about the 'concept' itself! If those hurdles can be tall, why not have pits, to jump into, or to jump over? (At the village, I did have a tough time, keeping pace with my cousins, who played 'catch the thief' game, the main hurdle was the rule, which said that we stay only on the branches of the trees around, and chase each other.... placing feet on the ground was prohibited).

Later on in life, the hurdles came to stay! There was never a 'cake-walk' (whatever they meant by it!).

Now it seems, the hurdles are in varieties, at unlikely places, in unlikely shapes, etc. I have no time to ask funny questions like I did in my childhood mind, 'why not pits', etc .

People place hurdles on my path, being unable to tolerate their own! This Yoga business seems to 'reveal' the several hurdles that I had created for myself long..... ago (dunno, how long this long stretches into.... “karma” is a convenient word for it! ). 'They' offer a consolation too.... one can jump over the karmic-hurdles, by-pass it, remove it, dissolve it, etc.... But to become 'capable' of doing any of these, there are yet another entirely different set of hurdles, to get used to, to practice with!

Unlike in that school race, the number, size, timing of 'real' hurdles that one crosses is fuzzy, quite illogical, quite disproportionate, and allows no comparison! A fellow with comfort zones, concessions, pampering, etc crosses just 9 hurdles in his life (the tenth one, he simply shifted upon the next idiot!), and is declared a winner, while another unfortunate fellow spent his whole energy crossing 29 + 1 tougher ones, and 'kicked the bucket' half way (Yessss... now I know what that 'bucket hurdle is.....), and is declared a loser! That leaves us with no option/choice, except to seek consolation only from within, that we did our best all the while, all the way!

(How I wish, that school-hurdle-race had stretched into 'real' life.... oh no........ not 'reel' life... movies still seem good only with that hero facing unrealistic hurdles.... and emerging a winner only during the last 5 minutes of the life).