What are the things that we want to do, and the things that we really want to do?
There are people who seem to be doing what they were born to do. The businessman, the sports person, the soldier, the actor, the singer. The majority of the people in the world – the ones like me and possibly you – though, come into the world not knowing what we are meant to do. For us life is all about getting some education so that we can end up with a decent job. At any given moment there are more, by a huge margin, people who don’t know why they are doing what they are doing.
Was the guy next door born to write code for a living? He sure is good at it, but is coding the thing for him? The replies to such a question can go to an extent where the guy’s education, family, parents’ aspiration, government’s inability to provide proper education and a lot more things can end up taking the blame. But that’s not taking us anywhere. If we really knew what we were born to do, we’d have done it irrespective of the road blocks. At worst, we’d have given it a try, failed and moved along hoping to come back later. Unfortunately, even that happens in very rare cases. Those paint brushes that were left in the corner of the cupboard dry out crying out against the injustice. They were sacrificed because that entrance exam was too important. The Tanpura was covered in a piece of cloth and thrown in the store room because singing was too tough a field to succeed. “You know how many of them wannbee Rafis and Kumars roam the streets of Mumbai looking for that big break? Go do the course that our neighbour’s son did, he got a job instantly. May be you’ll get lucky too.” The death knell. End of story.
I’ll end it here, lest I end up writing a short book that no one wants to read. Here’s a photograph to cheer you up. I took it at the Mozamjahi Market on Sunday with the HPC. She started laughing when she realised that she was being photographed. I felt jealous. She sells beetle betel nut leaves for a living. God bless.
Lyrics for the moment
And what it all comes down to
Is that I haven’t got it all figured out just yet
’cause I’ve got one hand in my pocket
And the other one is giving the peace sign – One hand, Alanis Morissette