Emotional Overload!!!

I am thinking about the pressure cooker right now. And its whistle. That little toot of a thing that releases the crazy pressure built inside by the steam, just enough to even things out but let the food cook too. Where is our whistle? Don't we need a whistle too? For our mental/stress pressure build-up? For our emotional overload?

We all have different emotions ranging from the good ones to the bad ones, from happiness to sorrow, from excitement to depression, from love to hatred, from contentment to rejection, from stable minds to extremely fragile and fluttering hearts. And many a times, one of these particular emotions takes on more steam than it usually is accustomed to, and overwhelms us with its tsunami-like waves, completing smothering us as we lose control of our ownselves. (Japan is still fresh in our minds, right?) We are left powerless and weak with no ability to think straight. Public will start with its smart-ass wisdom, which truly speaking, just self-consoles and tells us to 'count our blessings'. But how does one deal with all the anguish and pain thats not just in your heart, but has touched your soul and you are not ready to yet 'accept' things and let it go? Is it correct to 'suppress' or 'indulge'? Can we really 'forget' after we 'forgive'?

What I believe is we do no good to ourselves by masking our emotions under sadness, anger, so-called love or peace. Our feelings are never good or bad. They are just that, feelings. And what we need to figure out is a way to transmute them. Not forget, not suspend, not mask, not cover, not hide, not suppress or pretend to ignore them, or stay too busy to not feel them. But instead find a way to release the build-up. It'll probably take a long time, subjective to every person that is, I believe. And I don't know if there is any light at the end of the tunnel. But effort one must put is to embrace our own feelings and then find a less-harsh way to deal with it.

Now what will I do? Or rather, what do I do with my pent-up thingies that have not only a mental , but also a physical effect on my body?

A. Cry. Cry my heart out. Cry it all out. Look at the mirror and fall in love with my puffy red eyes. But cry it out.
B. Dance. Dance hard to the fast hip-gyrating Bollywood numbers.
C. Distract. It will be temporary but will give you some relief from trying so hard to deal with your own self.
D. Go to the beach and scream my lungs out. Oops, the coast is a good three hour drive. An expensive option. Maybe save it for later, when nothing else works. Oh, I miss my Bombay. But imagine going to Juhu beach and yelling out to the sea. I'll have people gather around me in no time and staring at my stupid face, not really sympathizing but hoping I'll do some more drama for their entertainment.
E. They say meditation and yoga are very effective. But hell, I have no patience for that. Breathing in and breathing out while counting in 'thousand-and-one' seconds, no boss, not for me. Atleast not yet.
F. Writing blogs such as this.

Laughing eyes, and an over-enthusiastic face, may hide your true self. But don't play hide-n-seek with your own self and your emotions. Pull them out, hug them tight, tell them its okay to feel the feel, and we'll wait together for 'Time' to take its toll, and in the process, mellow us down as we learn to release our 'steam' whistle by whistle.

Inspiration!!

Inspiration maru kyai chupai ne bethu che,

Inspiration maru mara thi modhu vaari ne bethu che,

Hu gotu badhe, kyai jade nahi ee,

Inspiration maru mara thi risai ne bethu che.

Inspiration mane bahu vaahlu che,

Ena vagar maru astitvaj saav adhuru che,

Duniyaadari ni jhikjhik ma jodaai gayi hu,

Atle maru inspiration maara thi risaai ne bethu che.

Inspiration mane keh chooth thi jeev,

Abhay bani, nidar jeev,

Na dabaav tara jazbaaton ne,

Na taan kar tara hriday ne.

Par sankrai gayi chu hu aa jeevan na bandhano ma,

Khud ne bandhu, ke udu aakash ma,

Samaj choothi gayi che aa aabhas ma,

Atlu pan mara thi risaa ma.

Ene kahyu, vaat maanse toh aavi jaish,

Tane mari saathe duniya ni ser karavish,

Main kahyu shakya nathi, bahu kathin che –

Dil ni vaat maanva ane manaava ma,

Etle maru inspiration aji che eni aad ma.