Life works in mysterious ways... remember being a kid?? and people asking ....what do you want to do when you grow up?? and the kid used to answer... "i wanna be a pilot "or a painter (or an alien as in my case) . Remember what it felt like to have a free mind galloping the entire stretch of the universe no limits whatsoever... then what happened???
Suddenly that kid finds out...ooops.. i'm in college and about to graduate now what!! It's what people might feel after waking up from decade long coma with everything around changed without a warning. And what does one see... some lucky kids had become a pilot as they wanted or a painter...(i hear they're searching for aliens nowadays..) what happened to the rest??
Ever seen dust particles suspended in the air ,floating around on a sunny noon or a lazy winter morning?? Life is like that... we float riding upon particles of opportunities ,countless of them ... but yet each of them flowing with the wind of life from one destination to the other.....every thing seems to be a Brownian motion yet, a directional flow..
So how do we navigate though this disoriented yet organized mess?? In a broad sense there are two ways one can do it... One would be to wait for the particle of opportunity that you think will lead to the place or to jump on those particles of opportunities that seem to be going in that direction.
Second would be to take a rather carefree jump on the nearest opportunity particle that you feel is right and go on that way without having a specific destination in mind, free as a bird....
For the majority of us the prudent choice however would be to take the middle path i.e. go free as a bird but sometimes take a pause and choose a direction towards where you thought you'd be... The outcome of this however would be fascinatingly different... you'd be doing what you're good at and at the same time the fact that you are somewhere in the direction of the place you hoped for would bring extreme sense of self-satisfaction.. a sense of well being... that you made a difference to the field you aspired for....
So going back to the kid who wanted to be an artist and somehow become a businessperson ... so what ?? he/she can deal in art works , promote artists, maybe create an art gallery...the opportunities are many you just have to figure the right one and just hop on to it once in a while!!!
and so ....the kids wanting to be an alien...ah what crap!!! go to sleep!!!...........
( ....it's Star Wars...... i'm YODA!!!)...zzzzz
Suddenly that kid finds out...ooops.. i'm in college and about to graduate now what!! It's what people might feel after waking up from decade long coma with everything around changed without a warning. And what does one see... some lucky kids had become a pilot as they wanted or a painter...(i hear they're searching for aliens nowadays..) what happened to the rest??
Ever seen dust particles suspended in the air ,floating around on a sunny noon or a lazy winter morning?? Life is like that... we float riding upon particles of opportunities ,countless of them ... but yet each of them flowing with the wind of life from one destination to the other.....every thing seems to be a Brownian motion yet, a directional flow..
So how do we navigate though this disoriented yet organized mess?? In a broad sense there are two ways one can do it... One would be to wait for the particle of opportunity that you think will lead to the place or to jump on those particles of opportunities that seem to be going in that direction.
Second would be to take a rather carefree jump on the nearest opportunity particle that you feel is right and go on that way without having a specific destination in mind, free as a bird....
For the majority of us the prudent choice however would be to take the middle path i.e. go free as a bird but sometimes take a pause and choose a direction towards where you thought you'd be... The outcome of this however would be fascinatingly different... you'd be doing what you're good at and at the same time the fact that you are somewhere in the direction of the place you hoped for would bring extreme sense of self-satisfaction.. a sense of well being... that you made a difference to the field you aspired for....
So going back to the kid who wanted to be an artist and somehow become a businessperson ... so what ?? he/she can deal in art works , promote artists, maybe create an art gallery...the opportunities are many you just have to figure the right one and just hop on to it once in a while!!!
and so ....the kids wanting to be an alien...ah what crap!!! go to sleep!!!...........
( ....it's Star Wars...... i'm YODA!!!)...zzzzz
5 comments:
That came as a rude shock to me... I was friends with you only because I thought you were an alien. Nevermind, its good to know you feel so passionately about individualistic things. Your message came out clear and good, of life not having second takes. That we realize it late enough to know that we were the actual drivers of our lives who finally get to live it as adults. But make sure your message reaches the one's for whom it matters the most the "little one's". Keep it up and keep it coming.
@ Nirav.. Individualism is one thing i'm really passionate about..We all are made the same way yet, are unique.. there's a little alien in each of us ;)
let me tell u tannu...u r rocking...u r too good...how the hell u write so good...man u give me complex...u have a very fertile mind..u can take people with u in ur imaginations...u r v good in...hmmm...eaaaa.hmmmm...in everything...but ...but ...but...
iwas not all that happy.........
after reading ur blog i wanted it to continue for some more pages...ye dil mange more of tannus rich creative writing....honestly why dont u write a book ..really...u write n i will do the needful....thik about it...
wow.. that was so ....so flattering... it's one of my dreams to be able to ascend to a level high enough to write a book... i hope to get somewhere near it someday... it's all about choices & opportunities afterall...
A good one I must say...but the ending was abrupt....too abrupt..you could have made the idea linger on a bit furthur....
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