Tell me,dear reader what will you do if you have an ocean to talk about,but just a dropper to pick it in and show...
....presenting the option B idealism.
The name meant success, parents "inspired" success right from the cradle,built on thoughts which were binary 1=win,0=Lose,
1=joy,0=sorrow.
The "1" in this generation.
The name dangled on in everyone's household, the crown jewel of the school,The dream icon in coaching, the perfect student , the perfect professional,the alpha human...
I,the Ignorant, the Inceptionist, took a mental hack into "1's" memory lane...
Little beady eyes looked at mother,
she cared not to bother,
her fingers-stroking the ebony keys,
Hoping the Mozart was a brain building lullaby.
Little beady eyes,now began to totter,
but the joy of a free run did shatter,
ambitious, affectionate,the doting father...
perches him on the shoulder,
A
B
C...
Beady eyes in UKG...
A pleasing sight for all to see...
Dressed in white,spotlessly...
shoes polished-perfectly...
scrawny A's rewritten -meticulously..
beady worked endlessly.
Beady grew to Steady..
steady first of STD 1,2,3...
the Principal's adored baby..
The teacher's ecstasy...
Perfection in a being, embodied..
Steady he grew,not ready...
for childhood in his mind I did not see..
for rather than bubbles,toys and balloons his mind
looked more like an NH with milestones and destiny..
oh poor,poor Steady
he barely knew the journey...
Steady became Heady...
a neck strengthened by the 5kg
of medals worn for the world to see..
he climbed Everests like crazy,
parents urged on ,quite greedy
now rich,respected and busy,
the alpha of the society..
Onward as i read his memory,
further the saga of victory led
until
a blank wall encountered me...
in the last chapters of his
glittery
triumphant
respected life,
Steady heady became Needy...
Needy's thoughts changed abruptly,
I saw Sahara after the tropical spree..
the "Rub Al Khali", a dead sea...
needy had just started to think..
On the blank wall Needy wrote,
in his mind a message to many...
Lines from the Valluvar masterpiece,
Thirukural...
He who strives void of joy in the heart,
peace in the soul,
and contentment in life,
May many things have gained, but nothing real...
so well option B's,the guys who think success is their fate,their greater destiny,their mission and vision,
the guys whose fate binds them to ambition, and the "hopeless" losers who believe it is fate which has tagged them this miserable NO ENTRY into Steady's world,
I the ignorant,the inceptionist urge you to kindly reconsider...
Perhaps as a till 3am philosophical discussion with one of my hostelmate concluded,
maybe that's not exactly what you want to be -living a life just as milestones and destinations...
We need to strike a balance between our ambitions and desires..
we the gen next need to refocus our perspectives...
we need to unglue ourselves from fate,
and live life like a journey,not a destination trip...
....i am......i am ...getting....carrrrieeed....awwaa..a...a....a..y!
Having said this,dear reader,do i look like a philosopher or a sanyasi to you?
No, I am just your friendly neighbourhood JRV
So my philosophy friends beware,Option 3 is coming right at you,
Hard,
Hot,
Hand tossed,
And delivered right @ your PC's,
L8TR...
Yours truly,
JRV
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