By now most of my readers know me better than many of my friends. You guys know what I like, what I don't. Due to my habit of consistent blabbering, you now know some of my secrets I don't utter in public. Okay today, I am going to tell one more. After standard three I changed my school. In the new school I simply knew no one. I used to sit alone on the first bench everyday, from bell one to the day end. Since then I developed a habit of being alone. It was difficult, but over a period of time I sustained it and then became who I am today.
Home Archive for January 2014
A few days back, I was auditioning for the Radio Jockey of my company's radio. I was absolutely unprepared just like any other competition of my life. But since blabbering has been one of my good areas, I didn't have much trouble until they paired me up with a girl to host a mock radio show giving "Valentine's Day" as the topic. The girl looked really confident, which is something I always appreciate. We started discussing random things about love - what does it take to get a partner, what does a girl look for in a guy, what does a guy look for in a girl, why is valentine's day celebrated. I answered all of them with patience until she asked "why is color red associated with love?". Not that I didn't answer this one. I am a goddamn engineer, we don't leave questions unanswered even if there's negative marking. Ya! The "mark all A's" concept. Okay time for the poem, story shall follow.
Hi! What were you doing 5 minutes ago, 5 days ago and 5 years ago? I hope you remember the macro level things that you were performing, if not the granular ones. But here we are not questioning what, we are questioning why. If 5 years ago you were studying, then why were you studying? If you were doing your job, then why were you doing your job? If your idea of life is like, birth-study-job-marriage-kids-retire-and-wait-for-death, with condiments of some fun, love and tragedy, then let me ask you – do you find anything missing? No? Okay, if everybody sticks to this plan, what are we gonna achieve, as the so called most intelligent race of this planet are we gonna produce 6.5 billion look alike mannequins. What separates you from a mannequin? I tell you what, a mannequin has a purpose. Its purpose is to be a showpiece. It might show how a particular dress might look when you wear it. And the amazing news is, you even don’t have that purpose. You see millions of look-alikes walking past you, along you, just like mannequins on a roller belt. If you are offended, you’d be yelling at me now “I am not a fuckin’ mannequin, I’ll jump off the roller belt”. You never do, barely a few hundreds do. Barely a few hundreds would think that even if their collars are hanging on a golden hook, it a bloody hook! Barely a few hundreds would even think of jumping off that hook, because “wherever everybody is leading me isn’t where I want to be”. It is not just about jumping off, it is about knowing “why you are jumping off?”. Why you should not be at the place you are and where you should be and why you should be there? Purpose!