Time is the essence of our existence. The clock is the instrument of our being. Has it ever felt funny adjusting the time on your wrist watch? No one really gives it that much of thought. But the changes you just made will remain for all of…well..time.
Time is also the truest test of character. So they say. I don’t believe them. They killed kenny. Those bastards. But if there is any semblance of truth in this statement then its an idea worth exploring. At this crucial juncture I find myself, exploring the possibilities for my future, on the threshold of making life altering choices. Its decision time. The more instinctive, the better. Intuition is logic that is hardwired into your system from past experiences. Oh what would I give to glimpse into the past for one last time. To truly understand my evolution…
Flashback:
Its that part in history where the artist formerly know as ‘Prince’ was currently known as ‘Prince’. Britney Spears was conservative-catholic America's Poster girl and sold records and the school canteen sold samosas for 2 bucks. Those were the days..sigh…
( Id like to thank the academy, my mom, dad,pet dog and Eric Cartman)…ok ill cut the pseudo-nostalgic-farcical rendition of a flashback sequence from a Bollywood movie. I'm talking about 5 yrs back for crying out loud…
I didn’t really care that I had to study x-pages in a day, score y percentile in CAT or work my ass of z-years of work experience. Post Graduation and semester end jitters never gave me sleepless nights. Hell, I was more worried if it rained tomorrow and no one would turn up to play ball. Careless…bordering on hedonism you might say. But hey… I guess at that age, we were all kings ( or queens- keep the feminists happy, dad’s advice) of our little kingdoms we built not off steel, stone and gold but of free thought inside of our heads.
Isn't that how we’d all like to live out the rest of our lives? Sadly we cant. Or is it that we just really don’t want to? Why feel guilty/embarrassed/shy/apprehensive ( or whichever adjective it is that ‘holds you back’) for wanting to live life in the most uncomplicated fashion with one simple objective of having fun as long as you are still on the right side of the graveyard gate.
Why do we let the world set out norms for us? Why do we find comfort in conformism or are we just too lazy to explore the counter view? Have the forgotten to ask why and what like we once did? Look at where asking these questions got us – from the cold, filth-infested moist caves of prehistoria.
So why have we stopped asking questions? Ill give you a simple illustration. You’re probably reading this piece knowing that the point of this write up is hovering dangerously close to the “lost and found” department of the human psyche. Lets skip the foreplay. Ask yourself this question… where is your life headed?
Simpler : ask yourself…”what are you doing about it?”
I asked myself the same thing and then I booked an appointment with my therapist to find out.
I’d like to thank the academy…
Keep the faith and thou shall be redeemed to salvation by thou savior.
“ Faith is like electricity… you cant see till it hits smack you smack in the face”
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