Inspiration, Inside-out!

18 Aug

A number of people known to us talk about how someone has inspired them to do something great or wonderful or both. Frequently. Often, the oft-quoted (and hence, very clichéd)
“Success is 99% Perspiration & 1% inspiration” 

is used as the full stop to conclude such conversation, leaving an amused expression on either face.

3Monkeys3Upon hearing such soul stirring sharing of personal success, you too get inspired (doesn’t matter by what or why) and promptly share it with someone else. Over a hot cuppa or lunch or dinner or during a walk or in a social do. In no time, the same inspirational story is shared with you by someone else, again. And again. And again. Until one of you hear the next inspirational story (or get irrevocably bored with the current one). Then the cycle starts all over again.

Now you wonder (it can easily be figured out from the angle of the raised brow and relative position of the pupil in your eye w.r.t the periphery) if inspiration was never really meant to, umm… inspire people, which all those wildly popular (and very wealthy) bestselling authors of motivational books that are supposed to inspire all and sundry? Stop right there, as such serious thought could inspire perspiration, because thinking isn’t something you do seriously, often. Please allow Swamy to bead together his simple explanation for this apparently complex conundrum
“To be (inspired) or Not to be!”
20120625_143222In order to comprehend why inspiration can’t come from outside, i.e., someone else, one may start with the famous 5-Why way of finding the root cause (without digging mother earth, of course, for there’s hardly any part of her left to dig). If that sounds even more complex, which it indeed is and will continue to be, then one may simply look at what else can make things happen inside one’s head from outside. Other than your spouse and boss, naturally. Hmmm… how about Motivation?
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You may have been motivated by a teacher at your primary or high school (after that point of no return in the obnoxiously long, needlessly winding and utterly pointless studious path, nobody cares anyway). Swamy still recalls his Tamizh (his mother tongue, in which too he writes both prose & poetry), English and History & Geography teachers from various stages of his school Life. Not because of their wizardry of the subject (which they obviously possessed and demonstrated) but because of the way they motivated those interested in their subjects (& even those who weren’t) by hooking eager students (ahem, including Swamy, inevitably) with enchanting tales and activities, instead of just sticking to the book and black (or white or green) board, which inarguably kept their students from getting bored. Of course there ware also teachers in whose dictionary the meaning of motivation was published (erroneously, of course, but not for them) as beating the kids black and blue, with a cane, no less (needless to say, Swamy never had any interest in weaving, ever, after his high school days)!
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Swamily11You must have been motivated by your dear(est) friend (at any point in time) to do what you love to do (including loving your dear friend). And you may’ve tried to do just that, for the sake of that friend, for a while, before finding your next true love or friend (both terms are always relative and never objective). Some of Swamy‘s college friends motivated him to pick ECE (Electronics & Communication Engineering) during his graduation, instead of CSE (Computer Science Engineering – don’t get him started on how something can be both Science and Engineering, puhleeezzzzz), which was apparently the hottest new stream at that time (and was offered on a platter by the college management because of his academic standing in the 1st year). Their reasoning was probably simple – electronics is about what is tangible inside the computer, so the smarter ones (read Day-scholars – see how that title itself is so self-explanatory, with a scholarly ring to it) should learn about that, instead of the intangible software thingy. Talk about missing the plane (to the US of A, way too obviously) and be the Sundar Pichai of some tech company in the silicon valley (the original, not the pseudo one in Swamy’s neighbouring state). It’s truly an indescribable miracle that Swamy still managed to secure an University rank in ECE! Talk about motivation, heh… heh…
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20131102_140219You could have been motivated by an elder in the family (sometimes they not so pleasantly surprise themselves doing so) to become someone respectable in the society. Which happened to be (at their time, not yours) an accountant (or banker), engineer (really working in a real industry, mind you) or doctor (friendly neighbourhood type with miraculous ability to detect the illness accurately from any kind of symptom, by virtue of knowing you from the time you weren’t wearing pants – under or over, not the uber specialist who will look at just a single nerve in your vast nervous system or part of a single part in your entire body machinery, not from your history but from the fresh blood+urine+stool+x-ray+mri++++++ report). Let’s catch our breath here, otherwise we may end up with all those aforesaid reports in front of the Pulmonologist in the nearby Super speciality hospital, spread over 150 acres (invariably with a meteor size hole in the wallet)! 
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You may have been motivated by a scrawny man with scraggly beard, feeding the mongrels on your street with biscuits or rice or some edible thing, daily at 7pm sharp. It may be hard for you to recall, but he did smile at you as well. Every single day!
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Or the traffic policeman who appeared totally selfless in ensuring some semblance of sanity among the obviously insane humans pretending to ride 2/4/6 or more wheels (who obviously have no idea about how to ride any of those contraptions on wheels, without making a fellow human being or the more polite dogs and buffalos, scream and run for the non-existent cover), while inhaling the entire lifetime quota of cancerous smoke billowing from a thousand exhaust pipes, every day.
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3Monkeys27In some action of yours, even today, the effect of such motivation can be seen. At least a shadow of it. For such is the effect of right dose of motivation, administered at the right time, even in a wrong place (c’mon reader, that doesn’t mean your home or office, really, even though you strongly believe that way, about both places).
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If at all you stop promptly before a signal turns red (for which you’ll be honked at, if you happen to ride or drive in Swamy’s once-great motherland, where he chose to reside, neither because of his mother nor because of any land), that probably could be attributed to your sympathy for that smoke inhaling sane traffic policeman (until one of them flags you down one fine day, for not wearing that damn helmet, which you never bothered to remove from its box).
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If and when you buy a few 3 rupees Tiger or Parle Glucose biscuit packets and fed a few strays in the neighbourhood (watch out for their wagging tail, without fail, even if you’ve fed them only once in your entire lifetime), that most probably could be attributed to that scrawny unknown man, who unfailingly smiled at your younger version (when you might have been a better person too).
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Pills1bIf at all you step out of a clinic or hospital with a smile on your face (though 80-20 rule strictly states that’s not possible – in Bold, Underline, Capital letter, and in blood red colour – not just in your case, but in every case, because in any hospital, everyone including you is just that, a case), that must be attributed to that friendly neighbourhood doctor who took good care of your entire family – grandparents included – at a negligible cost (even that was sometimes waived – especially for grandmas, who promptly remembered to pack the home-made sweet delicacy for the doc, while going for the Diabetes check up).
 
If at all you’ve sustained your linguistic, historic or geographic pursuits (your official trips all over the world at your employer’s expense don’t count), that absolutely must be attributed to that teacher who had the knack of making students fall in love (strictly plutonic – of the planet kind, not platonic) with the subject (ahem, subject doesn’t mean person, even if you interpret it that way, with your imagination running wild), unfailingly, year after year.
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Screaming2But it won’t be accurate to say, even such wonderful people have inspired you. “WHY?”, you may scream, aloud, within (everyone knows it’s been eons since you’ve actually dared to scream, aloud, audibly, despite the ample opportunities provided by bosses and family members, every single day of your monochromatic 9-x bau existence)!
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Let’s dissect the word Inspire to see why (earnestly hoping you haven’t studied biology, or at least neither fainted nor vomited while dissecting those poor live[ly] frogs).
 
Thinking_ChimpThough a long word like Inspiration can be dissected in many different (doesn’t many clearly indicate different… umm… never mind) ways, because of our limited ability to comprehend (finely honed over a long period of ‘no questions asked’ timidity at both schools and workplaces) anything, we’ll limit it to only 3 parts (yep, it’s the number that comes after 2 and before 4, indicating it’s only slightly greater than 2 and incredibly lesser than 4).
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Banner3The very first part of the word is “In” and Swamy somehow believes that you know the meaning of that part of the word. Anyway, It, i.e., In, means inside, within or something similar (be advised – don’t check Thesaurus.com, or you’ll be very confused – In more ways than one). That negates the possibility of it, err.. In, coming from outside (thanks for not further increasing the arc angle of at least one of your raised brows – much appreciated). For simplicity (thank you… thank you…), let’s take this as the ‘In’put (pun very much intended ;).
 
Kailash8The middle part of the word is “Spire”, which means peak, apex, pinnacle or summit (among other – more spine tingling – meanings). Again, for simplicity (thank you… thank you… once again), let’s take this as the (desired or expected, but not both, because it can’t be and will never be both, since they are intended to be very different, by design) Output. Or Outcome, which sounds more snobbish and could fetch a sliver of approving smile (millennial equivalent of a pat in the back – considered Jurassic in these Digital days) from your uber successful boss (no gender bias there), who understandably is your chosen God(dess), when it comes to carreligion (which, in case you must know, is career+religion – much more such enchanting terms, which are obviously love children of dictionary and thesaurus, and thereby not present in either, can be cherished in Swamyctionary and Swamysaurus – not to be confused with that whitish dinosaur from the new Jurassic World movie, which is neither as engaging nor as entertaining as the old Jurassic Park movie, despite having the cool-as-a-cucumber Chris ‘StarLord’ Pratt onboard and in control of the even more cool and smart Velociraptor quadruples – if and when it’s published).
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Child-creativeThe last part of the word (which to our amazement makes it the 3rd part of the 3 parts too), according to the venerable Oxford, Cambridge and other such famed dictionaries as Sura, doesn’t mean anything. But, of course, it does. “ation” is nothing but the abridged version of elation, after a haircut (oops, tress styling) at Javed Habib or Tony & Guy outlet in the neighbourhood mall (the world knows you go week on the knees when it comes to western brands, which includes Peter England, Van Heusen and Allen Solly, all of which are actually manufactured in towns like Madurai, which when last checked was very much part of Southern India, which itself is on the Eastern part of the world). When convenient (which is anytime), it can also be used as the abridged version of nation. But for now we’ll stick to the former and leave the latter to the ultra noisy Newshour (haven’t you seen the advertisement before 9pm “Listening is injurious to health. Listening could cause irreparable loss to hearing. Listening could kill. Wearing noise-cancelling headphones is strongly recommended by the respective health authority!”) and its self-proclaimed emperor His Newsness (you may be reading it as Nuisance, on purpose, you wicked reader, but Swamy‘s ear canal is already ruptured and so he didn’t hear that) Arnab Goswami. 
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Puppy_PotpourriSo, there it is. The meaning (and sole – if not soul – purpose) of the word Inspiration. By virtue of its meaning (induced, not deduced – maintaining unwavering focus on the “In” part is the in thing, especially when it comes to success, which is obviously the only thing sheeps, err.. humans chase, these days – blame it on Global Warming)…
“Inspiration is something that ceaselessly springs from deep within you,
making you do something worthy that you truly love to,
letting you achieve the desired outcome of reaching the pinnacle in whatever you choose to do,
resulting in an exultant expression of joy that lasts.”
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Whatever makes you joyful, is worth pursuing. And persisting. And perspiring. Inspiration falls under that category, naturally. So, go on. Throw that dictionary away. And learn to ignite that elusive thingamajig called Inspiration. Inside-out!
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@PrakashSwamy
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