Well.. We all face the good and the bad times, the fun and the misery, the day and the night. But its true that we like it the best only when the sun shines.
I realized today that even though all we want is the good and the famous, we all should get a little rain, in order to keep us humbled down to our roots, to keep us in contact with the mother Earth.
And also to keep us prepared, to have an umbrella for the untimely rains and the uninvited under-currents that might wash us away.
As goes the old sayings, "To be prepared is half the victory"...Quite true!
"Everything is going smooth" is the one sentence hardly used nowadays. Gone are the days when there was no tension about how to manage the day, how to somehow complete your sleep, to complete the assignments, not feel rejected for not having any girlfriend, and the worst- how to get good quality food each day!
WTF!! Wish those days would return when everybody would pamper me.When i just had to work for 2 hours in a week. When there were no coaching. I Wish.
But still, there was a hope, a slight faint pipe-dream about getting some success. Well the biggest success ladder which you can climb in my college is getting selected in Microsoft. No amount of anything would actually come even near that! And my peculiar department delivered a tight-slap on the faces of most of the students, a few days back, by awarding them so less grades that now we won't even be able to sit for the Microsoft interview. Hell! I knew the pillars have started falling.
As the world goes about thinking what to do next in life, I wonder whether we as mature people can decide on their own about our life's journey? And whether what we think of ourselves will really come true.
Cause this world is full of lies and truths, of riches and beggars. We always see ourselves as the kings, contemplating ourselves in the riches, preparing ourselves for the echelons of the society, but i wonder whether we even prepare for the rags we might face, the downfalls we might realize, the pits we might fall into!
I once met a guy whose name i won't mention here. Let’s call him Mohan. Now Mohan told me a rags-to-riches story, which by the way we all love listening to. Then afterwards, I started believing in all that fables, as I realized the entire world also believes into it.What a pity!
I started considering myself belonging to the upper strata. But now as I look at what my seniors have actually achieved, what our teachers have realized, what my relatives who had studied and then went on to do some-sort-of-wherever-the-hack-company-posts-us job achieved, I realize that the dreams which we see, the cakes we want to have, the hot-air-imaginary-balloon which will take us to heights, might actually prove to be a 'sinful lie' for most of us.
Or maybe not!
