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Adversity spawns Greatness

Thanks to the affluent society that exists today, our generation of kids are running behind inadvertant things on internet. We care more about our fb posts, whatsapp statuses, insta stories than about big real life issues. Thats leads to us being very dissatisfied with what we have. I came across an interesting piece of literature today. Its called Missing Tile Syndrome. All humans have a tendency to look at what we dont have. Maybe evolutionarily speaking, it is important to look at what we are missing from our life. But in today's world where almost al of our basic neccesities are fulfilled,we tend to find more of those missing tiles. And maybe thats why we dont live to the greatness we aspire to be. Because our generation knows no adversity. All we know is finding those missing tiles so much that we get the missing tiles syndrome. People who really have missing tiles in their lives have thus, a greater shot at achieving greatness than us. Think of kids with homologous Sickle c...

God's blessings

It was a nice Sunday morning. February is the best month in India. Atmosphere wise. It's not too hot, it's not too cold. It doesn't rain. All in all, a bliss for backpackers and travellers. I was thinking of going out on some kind of trekking when I heard that riots broke in the city. Curfew was implemented, there went my plan to go for hiking. I never really understood the concept of rioting. I am of the personal opinion that riots are one of the most insane things humans can do to themselves. Several buses were burned, streets were closed. Shops were robbed. To demean the whole scenario, some freedom fighter's sculpture was also destroyed. The next day arrived. Police lifted off the curfew at around 7:00 a.m. I decided to go at a temple which was upon a hill out of the city. The temple's god is known to complete your wishes, like a Wishing well, if you may. I got up there by 10 and came at foothills around 11. As I started my way back, I got a call that the rio...

Carpe Diem? Really?

          I started working my way upto the base of the hill that laid in front of me. There was a strip of sea water, some 500 meters of it between me and the hill but it was low tide, so the water was moving out. 'Ok, there's hardly 50 meters of water between me and the hill, i can swim through it,' i thought. The dry seabed was ridden with potholes, making it difficult for me to walk. Just as I reached the water line, my cell phone buzzed. 'We are going back to the hotel, come fast,' my friend on the other end replied. I had to reluctantly move back.    I could see the shack on the horizon where my friends were waiting for me. Another water line of around 500 meters loitered between me and the beach. The shack was around a kilometer across the beach. I could see the seabed through water. 'The water is shallow, it's hardly 500 meters, let's try going through this,' i thought. I started walking through the sea. The water was hardly upto my Ankle...

An Insane Realization.

600 people. 12 course meal. Melodious music. Cool environment. Nice dim lighting. A classic Indian Wedding setup. A place where people literally lose their identity and become this big blob of a thing that we call a Family. Believe me when I say, Indian weddings are one of the best places you can ever be present to. It's like when you are travelling by an aeroplane. When some turbulence gets in, no matter who is sitting next to you, you hold their hands, the only touch of humanity 7000 metres up in the air. That's exactly what you see in a wedding. People getting back to their human nature, the basic nature of nurturing each other.    I have always been  sort of a recluse in weddings. I have this big inferiority complex which I try to hide by using humor, much like Chandler in FRIENDS. Lately, I have been using humor as a defence mechanism at all places I go.( And I am pretty sure that I am not good at making people laugh either. :). But there are 3 striking things that...

The Popcorned Sob.

It's the New Year, a Brand New Calendar waited for me at my home, with the sweet smell of fresh paper. I was travelling by train to get to home. Just then, a handicapped guy came into the Coach I was sitting in. Its no wonder to watch handicapped and disabled people, even healthy ones, let alone the LGBT's (with all due respect) begging their way for a living. I had already turned down  some 4 of them since the beginning of my journey, me being a staunch believer of "People should work hard instead of begging, there is always a way" and all related crap. This one person, after the first 4, made his way dragging his body along the floor. Incidentally, he was having some leg pathology. He came up to me and people in my coach. Everybody including me turned him down. Just then a Popcorn walla passed by. Our disabled person had to drag his way out of that popcorn walla to let him pass. The man sighed, waited for the popcorn walla to pass and started to drag himself to ...

The Sundancer

The year was 2005. That kid belonging to the small town of New England got a bicycle. It was a cool bicycle, 'Sundancer' written on it with 2 trainer wheels. The kid used to drive it all along the alleyways of the town on the supporting training wheels.     Soon, he got rid of those trainer wheels, got really good in riding bicycle. As years passed, he hot a new Bicycle, this time a Hercules which was equipped with a 5 gear transmission system. The Sundancer lost its importance. Its steel rims that held the tyres started rusting. In less than 3 years, Sundancer was nothing more than a rusted machine while on the other hand, Hercules was nailing the roads. Some more years passed. The Hercules too, got old. The gear transmission got jammed and in no time, it was in the attic. It was Hercules's time to rust now. What's the implication of this? What do we have to do with some random layman kid's rusty bicycles? There must be thousands of such sundancers and Hercules...

The Commitments

There's this thing about Commitments.  They are known as commitments because they dont have any expiry date. What bothers me most is lack of people's courage to commit to something. Its something like  a give or take thing. You commit to something, you deserve a commitment in back. But its not always the perfect choice. Commiting to something is completely the individual choice, but what keeps me intriguing is: If someone is Commiting you something, do we have the moral responsibility to commit the same thing back? Or was it just his own choice to commit and that shouldn't mean any compelling behavior on the receiving party? This may sound insane or completely nonsense but thats what our life is all about...Give or take.